Here within the sacred halls of Saintsmourn, Father Riley was the type that kept for the most part to himself. He walked the halls and the grounds regularly, he oversaw a bit of what went on in the dorms while he acted as a guiding influence on the young men who passed these halls and offered advice. It was very rare that he stepped into the Confessional, it was not his usual to listen to the sins of others.
So perhaps this was not the usual kindly old priest who would listen. Never say that Riley was not kind, but he had too many burdens of his own and he had no true power to forgive sins. Not really, he struggled with his own issues but they were kept quietly just as much as the beads that were held lightly between his fingertips.
When the voice came, he straightened considerably.
This was not the normal and yet he was not one who would brush off confession. He would listen as he ought; he sensed the doubt in the voice but also something far deeper, a tenuous thread of heartbreak. His fingers clutched his beads and then he rested his head against the wood paneling.
"Your steps lead you here so that you may ease whatever is lingering upon your soul and I would listen, speak and worry not of judgement." It was not in his place to judge, his voice was far younger than the Priest who resided here, a soft timbre that seemed to hold the silence in reverence and invited the other man to speak within this sanctuary.
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So perhaps this was not the usual kindly old priest who would listen. Never say that Riley was not kind, but he had too many burdens of his own and he had no true power to forgive sins. Not really, he struggled with his own issues but they were kept quietly just as much as the beads that were held lightly between his fingertips.
When the voice came, he straightened considerably.
This was not the normal and yet he was not one who would brush off confession. He would listen as he ought; he sensed the doubt in the voice but also something far deeper, a tenuous thread of heartbreak. His fingers clutched his beads and then he rested his head against the wood paneling.
"Your steps lead you here so that you may ease whatever is lingering upon your soul and I would listen, speak and worry not of judgement." It was not in his place to judge, his voice was far younger than the Priest who resided here, a soft timbre that seemed to hold the silence in reverence and invited the other man to speak within this sanctuary.