writing chat + poll, etc.

Jun 21, 2008 13:56

Hello, all. It is time for WRITING CHAT THINGY. As I have taken to calling it. For those who are new around these parts, it's a group chat where we share prompts to write fifteen minute ficlets. If you haven't come before but want to try it out, don't be afraid to stop by!

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[it's Sunday morning] Original (In Descending Order) - Silas + Tobias ruffwriter June 21 2008, 18:29:50 UTC
There was a very good reason that Silas didn’t take Tobias to church anymore.

Silas didn’t know why Tobias always begged to come, either. Tobias claimed that he had a certain affection for churches since living in one, but Tobias was no longer homeless, and nostalgia could only carry a person so far. It certainly couldn’t carry Tobias through a service without deciding it’d be hilarious to come up with parody lyrics for hymns.

Though that wasn’t nearly as embarrassing as the time Tobias tried to strike up a conversation with Father Tomas during communion. “Listen, I skipped breakfast this morning - think I could have a few more of those? They’re strangely filling!”

So eventually, Silas had no choice but to put his foot down. “You’re not coming this morning,” he sighed.

“Aw, don’t be that way, Si!” Tobias looked entirely unruffled. “I can’t just stop going to church! It’d be so un-Catholic of me!”

“You’re agnostic,” Silas pointed out.

“My mother was Jewish,” Tobias countered cheerfully.

“Judaism is completely different.” Silas felt the ever-familiar urge to shake his friend until he stopped talking.

“All right, all right, I’ll stop.” Tobias’ grin dimmed into something less brazenly bright, something quieter. “I was just curious, since you never talk about it and all.” His eyes went straight to the crucifix necklace around Silas’ neck. Though Silas never called attention to it, it had always been there.

Silas followed the younger man’s gaze, a wry smile of his own creeping in. “It’s nothing you’d understand,” he said.

Tobias clapped a hand to his heart. “Touché, Si.”

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