Have an itty bitty tiny piece of stasis in darkness, just so you all have an idea of where the story is going after the godly reveal. and also have proof that i am, in fact, still toiling away at this (as well as hawkins halfway house.)
A week and a half later, Steve entered a town he’d never seen before. He wore simple traveling clothes and carried no weapons aside from a couple of carefully hidden knives. He’d left his armor and shield behind. His satchel held only the essentials one needed for travel and a single stone as large as his fist. The stone was wrapped in layers of cloth to keep it safe during the journey.
I need you to find someone.
He felt very bare but he hadn’t been given much of a choice. Speed was of the essence for his quest, and little no-name towns tended to be wary of strangers in plain clothes, even more so around strangers decked out for battle. Steve wasn’t sure this place could be called a town. It was so small it hadn’t been on any official map. It didn’t even have an inn. Hopefully, Steve wouldn’t be needing an inn once he found who he was looking for.
He’s too far from me to reach.
He asked around, laying on the charm generously. He explained he had been a friend of a friend and had been trusted to deliver something. Eventually, he was told where to go. The house he found far beyond the village’s boundary was small. It looked like it had once been well cared for but it was old and had fallen to disrepair. Steve took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
A sallow old man opened the door. He was bald but had some scruff on his face still. His shoulders, stooped from age, trembled. His eyes were bloodshot. He looked so tired.
He’s my very last worshiper in all the world.
“Wayne Munson?” Steve asked.
“Who wants to know?” The man’s voice was phlegmy and rough. He coughed into the crook of his elbow almost before he could finish speaking.
“I’m Steve. Ser Steve Harrington, pledged to the Lord of Night.”
Wayne’s eyes widened. His grip on the open door weakened and slipped. Steve caught the door before it could hit Wayne.
“He sent me to you,” Steve explained. “May I come in?”
yep, that's it for now. i told you it was small. i'm not even gonna bother with a read-more here.
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uhhggggg i hate it here
i just went to my ecclesiastical endorsement meeting w a bishop i don’t know, to try to beg and convince and wheedle my way into being allowed to continue going to byu (change is hard and i don’t want to leave even tho i’m a hater)
yes i played the autism card what kind of a fool do you take me for
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small actual religious rant. cw religion
ARGH! i get so annoyed at people who take the bible's words as literal facts! its an ancient ass text that was translated poorly into english when it was translated. no one who had any hand in it is alive today and no one who knew those who did is alive. you cannot possibly tell me, weather you are catholic or not or if you hate catholics, that you actually think the words are suppose to be taken literally!
i don't care if you are a priest or not, you are not doing your religious studies properly if you are reading literal fact from the bible! sure there are some documentation of historic events, but overall its a huge pile of analogies, metaphors, and parables! they are meant to be analyze and thought upon! saying that they are meant to be taken literally shuts down any good the text could do, and at the worst it makes you easier to manipulate or others easier to manipulate.
God gave us brains for a reason so USE IT!
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Re: hard to articulate: I literally cannot tell you in words the whys and wherefores of this but the only time (the ONLY time--I have been filled with absolute misery and terror every time I've gone for appointments at the dentist's office, especially after they took my wisdom teeth out while I was awake and conscious)(this is the only thing that I've been consistently scared of, much to my embarrassment--I can handle public speaking and heights and insects and things like that but I Despise going to the dentist) the only time I have EVER felt peace at the dentist's was the time I prayed the Rosary throughout the whole appointment. I also cannot tell you in words why I felt compelled, after I found out that my dorm is right across the street from a Catholic church, to bring flowers to the statue of Mary on the way back from class, and to sit there next to her and pray.
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