If I Die Before I Wake. [Open]

[am_i_even_alive]

Characters: Yoite am_i_even_alive and Cherry Charles J Chrishunds likeagoodson and who ever wants to butt in!
Setting/Location: The small room Charles uses as his Chapel on the third floor of the Caravan.
Date & Time: Day 30 around the break of nightfall.
Warnings: Confused teenage hymaphrodite boy seeking god. Blood and illness. Yoite is a warning in himself >_<

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[likeagoodson]

This was a professional first for him.

Charley had briefly entertained the idea of receiving many persons inside to hear their confessions, offering his advice and helping them to repent for whatever sins they might have committed. But that was before he'd turned down the position of priesthood. He figured it was deeply related to the incidents before hand - Princess Marie and Master being so careless, always, always careless - and that was not a viable option for him. But being tossed into this strange world without any guidance himself... It was best to do the work he'd wanted to do for as long as he could remember in order to help anyone else who needed it

[am_i_even_alive]

And it was a emotional first for Yoite

[likeagoodson]

He would approach this endeavor as he did any other task before him, vigilant and ready to do what was needed of him. Of all the things he'd left behind, it was all he had remaining in his possession to offer someone. This...boy - yes, he was sure it was a boy despite the overly feminine features - was looking for guidance, something he could actually give him without exhausting himself. And Charley was tired--of this journey, of never feeling sated, of being on his own.

Nevertheless, he gave the other person a kinder smile; this was not about him now.

"For the moment, yes." Charley navigated the small room easily, making sure the door was shut before turning his attention on him again. "I apologize for the lack of confessionals. It's a work-in-progress."

He walked back to his original spot, silently pleased with the turn of events, and he took a seat in one of the chairs, keeping his gaze focused on Yoite. Indicating the one beside him, Charley became peculiarly solemn.

"Please sit. We can talk better that way."

[am_i_even_alive]

It was a heavy weight off of his shoulders, the moment he sat down on the humble little chair. His poor sight was faint and fading fast, but from the close distance to Charley he was seated, Yoite could make out the males features. He was tall, just a little more so than Yoite, well kept from what he could tell ... but there was a coldness in his eyes. A priest that hid sins? It took the eyes of a troubled soul to recognize his own kind

[likeagoodson]

He watched him with the quiet air of someone witnessing this for the first time; in confession, an individual's face was obscured by the screen between them. It made it easier to admit to sins and whatever else the person wanted to discuss. The boy beside him seemed nervous--whether from inexperience or something deeper, Charley couldn't quite determine. Still, he relaxed into his chair to give the other peace of mind. This was often a daunting thing to approach with honesty and an open heart.

"Only very recently." Mostly truth. Charley was certainly older than he looked, but no one needed to know that. "But I've known God all my life. If it makes you uncomfortable..."

It was an important issue to address, though Charley purposely left it open for Yoite to take advantage of if he needed - or wanted - to. He continued on, finding it best to warm up to the person as casually but formally as possible. This was common etiquette for him, hands clasped in his lap as he focused his gaze on the other without really staring. Looking but not

[am_i_even_alive]

Yoite would have no trouble in confessing when he got around to it. He would look the other straight in the eyes to confess the sin's he'd made, it was the more gentle side of things, this whole talking business, Yoite was no good at it, never had been and never would be. Charley would soon learn this fact. For what it was worth, Yoite could sense the goodness in Charley -- he could also sense a great darkness too. That would be ignored for now, he wasn't here to judge anyone other than himself

LIFE ATE ME I AM SO SORRY :(

[likeagoodson]

He took it all in stride, as he did most things, and Charley waited patiently for him to finish. There was never any rushing one's most private thoughts, especially in these times of contrition. He'd experienced this himself a long while ago; though the details of it were blurred in bloodlust, he accepted them readily as his own faults. Just as he was slowly allowing Yoite the opportunity. Charley remained still, neither looking at the boy nor judging him.

"A guardian?" He spoke the word casually, wanting to placate him if it was, indeed, a painful subject to discuss. And on he went: "Are you asking my opinion?"

Was this always how confession went? Charley, a little confused, had no real idea what to expect. Did he know what Heaven was like? The Scriptures repeated it thus; that the foundations of the city walls were of precious stone, gates of pearl and streets of gold. That God would grant his believers endless joy and peace. Charley wished for it all, hoped that when he found his end that it would be just as the Bible read, but

/Its alright ^^ I've been snowed under with RL things too >_<

[am_i_even_alive]

It was at least good, that Charley waited for Yoite to finish what he was already struggling with. He was so used to people talking over him, missing his points or not even bothering to listen in the first place, so, being in this humble little room, with Charley, was starting to become more and more so comfortable. It was odd however, Yoite couldn't see Charley all that well, but he could tell he wasn't being stared at, now was the other thinking anything harsh or judgemental about him. It was comforting