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Fri, Jan. 14th, 2011 05:31 pm
Pazzia

The door is large and wooden

The wood has been blessed

The fae still come in though

He can hear them in his head

See them flying around him



The door opens.

It is not the fae (they don’t need to open doors)

It is that man

That Protestant

He grabs his cross and holds tight

The man (Richard was it?)

steps closer.

Richard asks how he is

The young priest looks down



red.

He can see red dripping from his hands

He wonders if it’s paint

No. (Paint isn’t hot)

Oh-

the cross has pierced his hand.

He should answer the question

But the red blends so well with the gold on his robes

He pictures a sunset.



The question!

He wipes the red on white sleeves

Responds that he is fine-

Except! The fae won’t play with him right now!

Richard nods and smiles.

Or is he crying?

Current Mood: pissed off pissed off

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