( solo log )
WHO: Jay Guthrie | flowntoohigh
WHERE: A CHURCH. Awyeah.
WHEN: Sunday evening.
WARNINGS: uhh
SUMMARY: Jay goes to Church every Sunday to pray and remember his dead girlfriend, among other things! This is probably the most useless log excuse ever!
FORMAT: Solo log desu
Finding his way to the nearest church wasn't the hardest part. Finding the courage to make a decision and finally step in with the gathering crowd was. Wings were concealed under a heavy and long jacket worn over a hoodie, hopefully to keep any acquaintances from recognizing him on the street.
Jay left the Institute without informing any of his peers. This had always been his personal, private ritual, and he preferred to keep it that way. As the other civilians grouped together on their seats, quiet exchange of words echoed through the church's walls, the light of candles dancing up front and in slightly more enclosed sections.
He took his seat in the corner and on the back, looking around a little apprehensively. The boy wasn't sure what to expect; he watched the mass in silence. Once it was over and the seats cleared out, he made his way to the candles, discreetly, to light up his own.
"I'm sorry I didn't come last week." He murmured, waiting for the flame to settle. "You're always in my thoughts." There was a prolonged pause before he exhaled, hand resting against his forehead before it slid down to his eyes, then dropped to his side. "Everything is so messed up right now. I keep hoping it isn't real."
He waited for another moment, looking up with closed eyes, taking in a deep breath. "I miss you. So much, Julia."
And with that, Jay turned around to leave.
WHERE: A CHURCH. Awyeah.
WHEN: Sunday evening.
WARNINGS: uhh
SUMMARY: Jay goes to Church every Sunday to pray and remember his dead girlfriend, among other things! This is probably the most useless log excuse ever!
FORMAT: Solo log desu
Finding his way to the nearest church wasn't the hardest part. Finding the courage to make a decision and finally step in with the gathering crowd was. Wings were concealed under a heavy and long jacket worn over a hoodie, hopefully to keep any acquaintances from recognizing him on the street.
Jay left the Institute without informing any of his peers. This had always been his personal, private ritual, and he preferred to keep it that way. As the other civilians grouped together on their seats, quiet exchange of words echoed through the church's walls, the light of candles dancing up front and in slightly more enclosed sections.
He took his seat in the corner and on the back, looking around a little apprehensively. The boy wasn't sure what to expect; he watched the mass in silence. Once it was over and the seats cleared out, he made his way to the candles, discreetly, to light up his own.
"I'm sorry I didn't come last week." He murmured, waiting for the flame to settle. "You're always in my thoughts." There was a prolonged pause before he exhaled, hand resting against his forehead before it slid down to his eyes, then dropped to his side. "Everything is so messed up right now. I keep hoping it isn't real."
He waited for another moment, looking up with closed eyes, taking in a deep breath. "I miss you. So much, Julia."
And with that, Jay turned around to leave.