06-08-2022, 06:50 PM
What a wonderful day to be Catholic.
Malachi raised a brow as Arthur reminded him of where they were, as if he could truly believe that he’d come for nothing other than confession. If it was God’s forgiveness he sought, he was afraid he’d gone about it all the wrong way.
This, he did not voice. He didn’t think he had to.
It hadn’t occurred to Malachi, until the moment he laid eyes on the cursed devil mask again, that he had left anything of note behind at the doctor’s office, but- shit. He had. Once the damned thing was off, he’d forgotten the mask entirely.
“I don’t want that,” he dismissed, not moving to take it. “I don’t need a reminder of that night.”
He had enough of them imprinted on his mind, and his flesh, he didn’t say.
Unable to help himself, he tilted his head and, in a mockingly concerned tone, asked, “how is your shoulder? Does it look as awful as your poor nose, doctor?”
Malachi raised a brow as Arthur reminded him of where they were, as if he could truly believe that he’d come for nothing other than confession. If it was God’s forgiveness he sought, he was afraid he’d gone about it all the wrong way.
This, he did not voice. He didn’t think he had to.
It hadn’t occurred to Malachi, until the moment he laid eyes on the cursed devil mask again, that he had left anything of note behind at the doctor’s office, but- shit. He had. Once the damned thing was off, he’d forgotten the mask entirely.
“I don’t want that,” he dismissed, not moving to take it. “I don’t need a reminder of that night.”
He had enough of them imprinted on his mind, and his flesh, he didn’t say.
Unable to help himself, he tilted his head and, in a mockingly concerned tone, asked, “how is your shoulder? Does it look as awful as your poor nose, doctor?”
