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Our Lady Of Fandom - Saturday Evening

Seifer had spent that morning getting the church in order, and this evening he was there again. Right there, in the front, kneeling down and praying with his rosary in hand. He was praying that the Lord would forgive him for the lust and depravity that this town brought into his mind. It was just so hard to resist sometimes, and he needs his God's love and guidance to do so.

Not that his focus on his own troubles would stop him from helping anyone who came through the doors. He was there to serve. Whether it be to calm a troubled soul, ease a hurting heart, or perform a marriage ceremony or two.

It seemed Fandom was rather obsessed with marriages.

[Yep, open post for you all]

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"We ... we were?" Wrigley's sat down on the pew next to his, glancing over at the priest. "I know that I know you. I look at you, and I know that I know your face. Your voice, too. I can't ... I can't place any of it. How long ..."

Her voice trailed off, sadly. "How long has it been, since we saw each other last?"

"Many years." Because the writers had forgotten and no one wanted to admit they screwed up on how long he was gone versus how long he should have been gone in order to be a priest.

"I... missed you."

"Many years," she murmured. She leaned against the back of the pew, resting her chin on her hands. "I don't even know your name. No, I know it, but I can't remember it. I can't remember mine, either. But I know it."

There was a difference between knowing and remembering. Unless the writers were being poetic.

"And I know that I missed you, too."

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"Rinoa. Your name is Rinoa." Obviously things were worse than they looked if she couldn't remember her own name for a few moments. Or the writers kept forgetting that she'd been told.

"And my name is Seifer."

Please, the writers were too busy doing lines of coke to bother with shit like 'consistency.' It was amazing they hadn't changed anybody's backstory by accident today.

"Seifer," she said, liking the way it sounded in her ears, and the way it felt in her mouth. "Rinoa. And Seifer."

Both names felt familiar. She reached out to lay a hand on his shoulder. "I like saying your name, Seifer."

At least not on purpose.

He reached up to place his hand over hers and grinned. "And I like saying yours, Rinoa." He heard a noise and looked up, startled and worried.

"I hope that wasn't... him."

"Him ... who?" Rinoa ... Rinoa? She wasn't sure how to spell that ... said, looking startled. She squeezed his hand more tightly. "Are we in danger?"

He would protect her. He was a priest. And they had been very close. And she liked sitting near him.

He shouldn't be doing this, and God was probably ignoring his prayers after earlier today anyway.

"Squall. He's always been very possessive of you, and goes into jealous rages whenever another so much as even looks at you."

He really shouldn't be doing this. But, it was just so easy to give in.

"Squall." That name, too, was familiar. The other boy in her memories? "Are you in danger? I would never want to put you in harm's way, Seifer. Not ... you."

She hadn't let go yet. She couldn't.

Seifer moved closer, putting his other arm around her. "I am not in danger, Princess. Not from him."

Seifer knew Squall's secrets. He knew how to make the other man drop.

"I'm a Princess?" Rinoa laughed. That explained so much. "The princess and the priest. What a pair we make."

She was probably sitting too close, if he was a priest now. But she was mesmerized, and couldn't look away.

"Seifer?" she asked. "Why did you ... become a priest?"

"You were my princess, and that's what I called you," he told her softly.

Seifer sighed, and the light around him seemed to fade a bit. "You became involved with Squall, and no matter what I seemed to do, you always chose him over me." Or he chose her over him, it didn't matter, it happened.

Rinoa bit her lip, wounded, wounded by the thought of how she had hurt him.

"I was such a fool," she said. "If only ... if only I could go back. Undo the mistakes I made. Be your Princess again. I think I would be happy, then."

"We would." And he wouldn't be a priest. Not that it's stopping him now.

The writers had probably figured in an STD or a kid popping up here shortly.

"We... we could still be happy."

Some part of her knew that it was wrong to sit like this, in a priest's arms. To long for a priest, to slide her arms around a priest's neck, and to lean forward and brush her lips against a priest's, softly, like she was afraid they might sting her.

There were no parts of her that had the will to resist.

"That's all I want," she murmured. "To be happy again ... with you ..."

And to recover her memory, and take revenge on the person who had taken it away from her, and to recover the jewels that were probably on her person when she had been robbed. That was all.

Seifer would be happy to help her, after he defiled a nun.

The writers had momentary placed the baby in a plot hole so it wouldn't disturb the storylines.

He would pull away to stand, but hold out his hand. "We should go someplace quieter, so that no one sees us. They wouldn't understand just yet."

"I ..." Rinoa bit her lip. "I don't want you to ... break your vows," she said, hesitantly.

Yes, she did. She wanted him to break his vows and take her clothes off with his teeth and leave hickeys and bruisemarks all over her body. She just felt like she should at least acknowledge the whole, he was technically a priest, thing.

You could tell by the way she was taking his hand, standing up, and looking very much like she couldn't possibly wait to start kissing him again.

Seifer wasn't about to tell her that he'd already broken them several times today. or that he wasn't sure that the sheets were even clean after the last round with her boyfriend.

"God will forgive me, it's for love."

Somewhere, a writer was being pummeled with a trash can full of crumpled paper balls for that line.

The writer was probably being attacked, but it worked like a charm on Rinoa, who never did hear a cliche she could turn down. She wrapped her arms around his neck and breathed him in, not stopping for actual air, which was vastly inferior.

That private area he was speaking of should be close. Please. Unless he wanted to see how forgiving God felt when he broke those vows right in the middle of church.

... which he may well have done today already, but he should keep that to himself; it'd spoil the moment.

It would totally spoil the moment since he'd already claimed the other person was evil and stalking her.

Seifer slowly led them to the door to his quarters as the camera angle shifted away to focus on a bible, laying open on the floor.

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