After the roses fell
Social Faux pas not withstanding, Thomas made his plan clear as day to her. Well, he thought as such.
He was drowsy as he sat just inside the doorway to his church.
"It's not enough to be cordial. You must show an intimate interest in the disarming smiles of your peers. For though they are still Damned, they still contain the thoughts and ideas of the mortal mind inside."
He was talking to himself again. That tint of madness of the Beast proved to be an apt conversationalist when he was alone for days on end. He knew it lurked within all of his ilk. Something was smoldering. Probably the blood.
"Nobody likes a ranter. You should work on that. Keep it to the pulpit and the explanations. That would be good. You don't need to explain yourself; you're prince for at least the next week and a half. Let God Himself be the explanation."
He snapped his fingers and laughed. It bubbled now, like a filthy sink gurgling water that drained through the pipes.
"But it is good. I hope that all goes according to plan. We will cut a swath through the center of Texas and put an end to empires. Justify it through faith. Yes... Nanshe will not be pleased, but it could work out for the best. More disassociation. More freedom while she pursues her interest."
"I do hope the Bishop will consider my request." He stands and looks to his shoulder. Sunlight had peeked through the knothole that he cleverly drilled into the front door. A hole from its might burned and ashed many layers of skin. "Authority is as the sun, bringing enlightenment to all who walk in it.."
He barely made it to his bed before passing out.
He was drowsy as he sat just inside the doorway to his church.
"It's not enough to be cordial. You must show an intimate interest in the disarming smiles of your peers. For though they are still Damned, they still contain the thoughts and ideas of the mortal mind inside."
He was talking to himself again. That tint of madness of the Beast proved to be an apt conversationalist when he was alone for days on end. He knew it lurked within all of his ilk. Something was smoldering. Probably the blood.
"Nobody likes a ranter. You should work on that. Keep it to the pulpit and the explanations. That would be good. You don't need to explain yourself; you're prince for at least the next week and a half. Let God Himself be the explanation."
He snapped his fingers and laughed. It bubbled now, like a filthy sink gurgling water that drained through the pipes.
"But it is good. I hope that all goes according to plan. We will cut a swath through the center of Texas and put an end to empires. Justify it through faith. Yes... Nanshe will not be pleased, but it could work out for the best. More disassociation. More freedom while she pursues her interest."
"I do hope the Bishop will consider my request." He stands and looks to his shoulder. Sunlight had peeked through the knothole that he cleverly drilled into the front door. A hole from its might burned and ashed many layers of skin. "Authority is as the sun, bringing enlightenment to all who walk in it.."
He barely made it to his bed before passing out.