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WHEN: Week 05, 'Another Brick in the Wall' / Sunday, January 1st, 2009 / 4:31 PM
WHERE: The Grounds-- on a bench rather distant from the castle
WHO: Pariad!
God save your soul, Paris.
Ah yes, the ever-gleeful words from Celestin Valmont- the uptight bastard. Paris was still clinging to the letter, even in its many-times-crumped state. His wrists were shaking from the intensity of his grip on the paper.
God save your soul. Those words were rich, coming from him.
Even so, Paris still chose to reflect over the one book that he hadn’t cracked open in three years- the good ole King James Bible. Good lord, there must have been something wrong with his brain. He never really considered himself to be a devout religious person, unlike some of his relatives, but for some reason he thought it best to at least thumb through some of the old Bible passages.
God save your soul, Paris.
“Fuck it,” Paris breathed, utterly exasperated and scared. Heaving a light sigh, Paris reclined backwards onto the slightly damp bench and carefully laid the Bible over his face- covering his eyes completely. “Fuck it, fuck it...”
The worst part about the whole experience was that he had a good reason to cry. His father didn’t approve this ‘gay’ concept- let alone the fact that Paris was dating Illiad. That was an entirely good reason to cry, but Paris didn’t have it in him. In fact, sometimes he thought that he forgot how to cry. He wanted to so badly.
And the most important matter yet... Could he reveal the letter to Illiad?
WHERE: The Grounds-- on a bench rather distant from the castle
WHO: Pariad!
God save your soul, Paris.
Ah yes, the ever-gleeful words from Celestin Valmont- the uptight bastard. Paris was still clinging to the letter, even in its many-times-crumped state. His wrists were shaking from the intensity of his grip on the paper.
God save your soul. Those words were rich, coming from him.
Even so, Paris still chose to reflect over the one book that he hadn’t cracked open in three years- the good ole King James Bible. Good lord, there must have been something wrong with his brain. He never really considered himself to be a devout religious person, unlike some of his relatives, but for some reason he thought it best to at least thumb through some of the old Bible passages.
God save your soul, Paris.
“Fuck it,” Paris breathed, utterly exasperated and scared. Heaving a light sigh, Paris reclined backwards onto the slightly damp bench and carefully laid the Bible over his face- covering his eyes completely. “Fuck it, fuck it...”
The worst part about the whole experience was that he had a good reason to cry. His father didn’t approve this ‘gay’ concept- let alone the fact that Paris was dating Illiad. That was an entirely good reason to cry, but Paris didn’t have it in him. In fact, sometimes he thought that he forgot how to cry. He wanted to so badly.
And the most important matter yet... Could he reveal the letter to Illiad?