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Commentary about the new forced way of dressing earned a small hum of distaste, though a nod followed soon after. Tugging the front of her cardigan closed, the girl wrapped herself in the fabric, encasing her thin frame tightly, somewhat exposing her petite, nearly malnourished frame.
Loss. The word could fit; having lost herself, having lost her freedoms. The clothing was not the only thing that had changed in Alice's life, nor had it been the only thing she had lost. Her losses were immeasurable. An ache bore heavy in her chest at the thought, the weight of her losses weighing down, but not nearly as heavy as the weight of her reality.
As Hector gestured in the direction of his siblings, Alice tilted herself, almost as if to peek around him to catch a view out of curiosity. Though, when she opened her mouth to speak in response, another voice came out - One not of her own.
β Well, we certainly hope to have you. β
An arm snaked around the small waist of the towheaded girl, pulling her impossibly close with a possessive squeeze. Alice's already pale features lost all colour, her body stiffening and posture perfectly straightening. Her head lowered slightly, gaze cast blindly downward toward the floor, almost as if staring straight through Hector himself.
The pastor - Charles - had snuck his way to the two young adults, confidently interjecting himself without a care. Cerulean eyes steadied their focus on the young man, almost as if to study him, but the gaze never lingered long enough to procure suspicion. Charles gave Alice's waist another squeeze, the pressure and discomfort earning a faint grunt from the girl, though remaining otherwise silent.
The frail girl's entire demeanour had drastically changed at the drop of a hat; a certain light left her eyes - A certain light sparked in the eyes of the pastor instead. Charles flashed Hector an award-winning smile, keeping his cool-natured and friendly composure.
β I do hope your brothers and yourself enjoyed today's sermon. And I do thank you all for staying - A growing flock for the Lord is always welcomed with open arms. β
The pastor turned his gaze down toward Alice, studying her for a moment before lifting a hand under her chin, gently forcing her to look at him. Crystalline eyes met that of the older man's, nearly too afraid to look away, though Alice did her best to keep her good girl composure. Charles smiled and leaned to press a kiss to her forehead, a low hum emitting from his throat as he did so.
β I hope my little wife hasn't been causing you any trouble. β The holy man spoke without turning away from the frail girl, though it was clear he was speaking to Hector. Charles kept steady eye contact with Alice, studying her face as he carefully thumbed over her bottom lip. The girl's chest shook with a trembling breath, remaining otherwise still in the grasp of the man before her - She almost seemed entranced by him, though quite the opposite.
β She has quite the habit of accidentally talking a bit too much sometimes. β Charles couldn't help but to laugh, offering a glance up to Hector for a moment, eyeing him over once again before returning his gaze back to Alice. He leaned close to her, face near inches apart from each other, lips threatening to touch - A kiss seemed to be the motion, though intimidation seemed the goal. Charles' lips twitched and spread wide, broad smile spilling its way across his cheeks as he eyed over Alice's face.
β Isn't that right, bunny? β
@z-day
The Pastor's Wife
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With warm and quiet greetings, small groups of people melted their way in through the doors of the large, white church, finding their seats among the many a pew that filled the nave. Welcoming faces and well dressed figures, both young and old, filled the room in preparation for this Sunday's sermon. The scent of olden books could be noted from the many bibles that lay in the laps of the congregation.
The day was warm, the sun kindly inviting itself through the windows and doorways of the church, kissing the surfaces of everything nearby.
A Holy Day.
As the flock settled and nestled in their places, all eyes turned their attention to the well dressed man that found his way through the center aisle betwixt rows of pews. He carried himself to the chancel and approached the pulpit, turning to face the congregation with a warm smile and a soft gaze.
β Good morning, everyone. β The man spoke, orotund voice carrying heavy across the quiet church. β It's wonderful to see you all today, I'm so glad you all could join us. β
Cobalt eyes scanned the crowd, gaze brightening as he landed upon an unfamiliar pair of faces. Pristine smile broadened, hand motioning toward the back of the church, toward a pair of young men.
β It seems we have some newcomers! β The man beamed, eyes twinkling with a strange excitement, although true and warm. The congregation turned their attention toward the gentlemen, some murmuring greetings and kind welcomes. β Wonderful to have you, gentlemen. I'm Father Charles. β
Charles gave a nod in their direction as to greet the two. β I do hope you intend on staying with us. It's always a pleasure to have people join our flock. β With that, the pastor cleared his throat and turned his attention to the Bible resting on the altar before him. Before he could speak to begin his sermon, a small figure entered the room from a back area, scurrying off toward a row of pews. Before the frail-looking girl could get too far, the pastor extended a hand and grasped at her arm, pulling her back to hold her in place.
β You're late. β Charles spoke simply, his tone suddenly stern. He looked at the blonde before him, her head hung - Almost in a sense of shame. Nervously, she flatted the front of her dress, tugging at the sleeves of her cardigan as she kept her gaze cast down to the floor.
β I-I'm sorry, Father. β The blonde muttered submissively. β It won't happen again... β
β I know. β The pastor said flatly, clearly dissatisfied with the young woman's tardiness. He sighed heavily, leaning forward to press a firm kiss to the blonde's forehead before releasing her arm and motioning her to sit in the pews with the rest of the congregation. Hurriedly, she joined the others, placing a Bible in her lap obediently.
β Forgive me for the slight delay, β Charles started, turning his attention to his flock. β Now, let us begin-- β
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~ tae tae after spending 5 minutes in saipan ~
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It appears she's been granted a visit from the Mayor of Cuntopia.β What? I canβt hear you over the sound of you sucking your own dick. Youβll need to speak up, mate. β
Β Β Β Β Β βOnly a weakling would say something like that! Do you need me to explain it to you again, @tearenola? That type of mentality is an admission of defeat, I rather dieβΒ