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gremlinhaus2025-05-12 09:48 pm
giveanything) wrote in gremlinhaus2025-05-12 09:48 pm
Saintsmourn
"Bless me father, for I have sinned," the words tumbled past his lips, ingrained in the well worn pathways of his memory from the years he'd spent in catechism and as an altar boy. Not that Liam was devout anymore -- how could he be, given what he'd become, given what he did and continued to do. The confessional booth was small and dark, light filtering in only dimly through the door and its screen that kept him hidden from the sanctuary beyond and from the priest he assumed would be on the other side.
"It has been... a very long time since my last confession."
What was he doing here? This was ridiculous. He couldn't possibly expect forgiveness and absolution. There had to be true repentance for that, real contrition, and Liam knew he couldn't manage either. He hated what he did, despised every moment of it, but he wouldn't stop. He couldn't stop. The price for disobeying was far too severe, and he would not be the one to pay it. The price for his disobedience and his failure would be paid by his brother, and he couldn't live with that.
So William had made his choice, made it again and again, putting that one life ahead of so many others. And oh he was good at what he did, talented at ruining people, in shattering whatever it was in a human being that kept their souls in place, until they were ready to throw it away. His watcher commended him for it, in a sick and sadistic sort of amusement.
Today's lost soul had been... fuck. It had been hard. She was young, barely nineteen, and her road had already been a hard one. He'd played the game with her for the past few weeks, insinuating darkness and doubt into the cracks of that already-battered soul. Today. Today she'd shattered, and there would be no recovering from it. Another soul for the demon who owned him.
He could feel the panic rising up in his chest, cold and hard and threatening to freeze his lungs so he couldn't draw in enough breath. In the dimness and silence of the confessional, all the carefully constructed walls and facades trembled and fell away. Gone were the easy smiles and quite literal devil-may-care attitude, all the charisma and charm that he relied on in his cursed excuse for a job. It was him and his breathing and the silence and the faceless priest in the chamber beside him. Liam wondered if he could hear the panic in his breathing.
"I... sorry. This was a mistake. I should go. I'm sorry, Father, for wasting your time."
"It has been... a very long time since my last confession."
What was he doing here? This was ridiculous. He couldn't possibly expect forgiveness and absolution. There had to be true repentance for that, real contrition, and Liam knew he couldn't manage either. He hated what he did, despised every moment of it, but he wouldn't stop. He couldn't stop. The price for disobeying was far too severe, and he would not be the one to pay it. The price for his disobedience and his failure would be paid by his brother, and he couldn't live with that.
So William had made his choice, made it again and again, putting that one life ahead of so many others. And oh he was good at what he did, talented at ruining people, in shattering whatever it was in a human being that kept their souls in place, until they were ready to throw it away. His watcher commended him for it, in a sick and sadistic sort of amusement.
Today's lost soul had been... fuck. It had been hard. She was young, barely nineteen, and her road had already been a hard one. He'd played the game with her for the past few weeks, insinuating darkness and doubt into the cracks of that already-battered soul. Today. Today she'd shattered, and there would be no recovering from it. Another soul for the demon who owned him.
He could feel the panic rising up in his chest, cold and hard and threatening to freeze his lungs so he couldn't draw in enough breath. In the dimness and silence of the confessional, all the carefully constructed walls and facades trembled and fell away. Gone were the easy smiles and quite literal devil-may-care attitude, all the charisma and charm that he relied on in his cursed excuse for a job. It was him and his breathing and the silence and the faceless priest in the chamber beside him. Liam wondered if he could hear the panic in his breathing.
"I... sorry. This was a mistake. I should go. I'm sorry, Father, for wasting your time."
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Riley murmured even as he leaned in and brushed their lips together, something open-mouthed and sweet but also simultaneously hot and with the barest whisper of lower lip against lower lip, the sprinkle of tongue as it glided against a partner. He could whisper into that mouth everything he felt in this moment and he'd hope it would reach Liam's soul through any cracks held within.
Heat suffused him while they pressed chest to chest, he could feel the chest hair scratch against his far smoother chest, if there was hair-- it was light and slightly golden in nature, exceedingly fine and delicate.
He was ready to take that hand offered to him, take it and be led to the bed where they would make a heaven of it.
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He eventually stepped back enough to take Riley's hand and lead him back to his waiting bed. His apartment was small and familiar enough to him that he kept his eyes on the other man as he walked -- mostly backwards -- stopping at the moment the back of his legs touched the edge of his mattress.
"You're beautiful, you know. All of you..." Inside and out. The glow of the priest's kind, sweet soul. The swimmer's body and that face that would make angels cry.
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A light in the window to guide him home.
And right now he was guiding him home with his lips, with the trust that denoted that he understood that Liam would not guide him astray. He hooked Liam's fingers against the borrowed sweatpants and said with a flush to his cheeks. "It appears I have not given you your pants back." just a pull downward but he was allowing Liam to do that, to edge the pants down and to finally reveal all of him. "And I think that you are just as attractive as me... your eyes are beautiful, even though sad-- I know that they would be radiant if you were happy."