Our Lady of Fandom, Sunday

[not_ironmaiden]

After finally finding the church, Father O'Malley had spent half the night cursing his fate. Why!? Whyyyyy?! Why was he so different?!

Of course, there was no answer so he had gone to sleep on one of the pews.

But today... today he was ready to follow his calling again. Sitting in the confessional, he waited to help ease the pain of others.

[[Open like a church is!]]