#me vc: they're both crazy fndkndkgnjkdfng
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it always felt good helping others in small ways , be it with a smile after service or a short conversation at a church function. helping others has always been his sort of calling it seemed , & people gravitated toward his help & sought him out whenever life took a turn for the worst. even before he joined the priesthood , he really enjoyed offering his help to others , but the kindness he shared would eventually lead to deeper feelings & drag him down a hole that became almost difficult to really get out of. that's why the priesthood is really so good for him in the long run. now he can focus on helping others & there's no mess in it , & he can fully focus on others without having to ever think about himself or his own long list of problems. it's better this way , he thinks. it makes things less complicated & more peaceful for him , albeit a bit fucking lonely.
the loneliness is the price you pay when you give your life to the church calling. it's what makes these moments spent with people outside of the church all the more meaningful. sharing a gin & tonic with a priest probably isn't something most had on their yearly bingo card , but he does appreciate @erebius for taking him up on his offer , the two of them sitting in the courtyard on a nice , sunny day. pam , a notoriously nosy volunteer , is not in today due to some family emergency or what have you , so he doesn't need to hide his alcohol for once. the last time he remembers sharing a gin & tonic with someone was with . . . well , best not to think about her that. ❝ i'm a crazy person. ❞ the statement comes out of nowhere , but it doesn't surprise the priest at all to hear it. instead , he just takes a sip of his drink & directs all his attention to victor , a man who definitely isn't the sort to go to church , but clearly needed a friend , just as he needed one himself. it's odd to think priests could ever have friends , but he's trying his damndest. he doesn't want to sink into another hole like he did after . . . ❝ yeah , i reckon you must be if you're hanging out with a priest & drinking right before noon. ❞ he laughs , taking another drink without a care. it's five o'clock somewhere. ❝ you're not crazy , victor. craziness is subjective , anyway. you could be crazy smart , or crazy in the creative sense . . . eccentric , i think is the right term , & no one would lock you away. i'd say you're the right sort of crazy. the kind that is living life & handling it as best he can. ❞ he doesn't know victor very well yet , but something tells him there's more to his story if he's seeking company from a priest when he isn't a religious man. ❝ me ? oh , i'm definitely a fucking nutcase. a priest , dinking g & t's , swearing all the time & bluntly telling others what i think ? ❞ hiding my problems behind the priesthood , almost throwing it all away for the woman i loved . . . ❝ yeah. yeah , i'm fucking mental , i tell you . . . ❞
#erebius#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ· ic ﹕ the priest.#˗ˏˋ ᵉᵖᶤˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ· answered ﹕ words are not enough.#˗ˏˋ ˡᵉᵗᵗᵉʳˢ· losing my religion ﹕ the priest.#˗ˏˋ ᵃˢˢᵒᶜᶤᵃᵗᵉˢ· victor conley.#an unlikely bond#me vc: they're both crazy fndkndkgnjkdfng
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