Camellia

by Moony_moon_moon

Summary:

Longing for you…

Chapter 1: Oleander

To be loved is to be changed, that's what the priest has always heard but… is this change good in any way?

 

”There has been this new believer…” She begins telling God, as if they could respond.

”She always confesses like she has been wrapped up in her guilt for oh so long, yet with every single sentence her voice lingers on in my ears, almost like she is attempting to lure me in…”

She sighs, looking down on the church’s floor, disappointed at her own thoughts about this new believer. Late night thoughts had a tendency to dance upon the lines of sin.

The city was not quite safe at night, well it wasn’t safe in the morning either, the mafia had an iron fist over this region, but she wasn’t that scared.

“I’m a child of God, what is there to be scared of?” She thought to herself as she walked down the alley to her neighbourhood. The streetlights weren’t bright enough to provide enough light to feel particularly safe, but they will have to suffice.

 

”Never thought I’d see you outside the church”

It was her, the new believer.

While she has never seen this believer, she could always recognise the low voice she always spoke with during the confessionals.

”I’d see you on Sunday then Miss”

She leans close and whispers in the ear of the priest as she walks past, her light breath grazing against her ear.

 

”Late nights and their sins…” she mutters to herself as she walks away to her house.

Notes:

…Caution

Chapter 2: Eucalyptus

She reaches her house safely, surprisingly no one threatened her just for some quick cash or the like. Oddly enough it stopped happening after she began talking to the new believer.

 

how odd

 

The week passed by like usual, she tended to the small garden she kept in her backyard, knitting herself a sweater for the winter which will come soon, preparing sermons, and thinking of her. The believer never left her mind even for a second, especially after that last encounter.

 

She looked at her favourite cactus, the green colour reminder of her. Her right green eyes shining even in the dark night, and the expensive jewellery she wore. The jewellery on her looked exquisite almost enough to…

 

She shook her head to put away such strange thoughts and let out a sigh, getting back to baking some cookies.

 

The week passed and it was eventually Sunday again.

 

Another Sunday, another confession from her

 

She had always dreaded this part of the day, listening to everyone’s sins and mistakes wasn’t as hard as hearing hers, especially when the rain outside made this  atmosphere strange. She would usually read a book in this sort of weather but unfortunately she had to listen to this particular believer.

 

It wasn’t as if she hated her job, quite the opposite. Listening to believers and helping them grow was her favourite part. But this believer always told her such raunchy stories. She has seen her friends be promiscuous but never someone to this extent. It almost made her cringe.

 

”…and I kissed him.”

 

Those words, the believer said them almost every confession, every time about a different man.  Something always hits her the wrong way about her words, she hasn’t told her her job yet but does she even need to? She always says those words like she doesn’t want to, almost like she is forced to.

 

The Priest knew she was overstepping her boundary but she had to ask.

 

”Did you perhaps want to kiss him?” She chuckled as she asked

 

“Who would want that!? He smelled like he doesn’t know what soaps are!” She whined, almost sounding cute.

 

The Priest couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at that, the image of this beautiful believer having to kiss someone like that was humorous to her to say the least.

 

“I’ve been wondering this for a while, but do you truly need to kiss these men? Feel 

free to not answer” 

 

The curiosity was almost eating her alive, so of course she had to ask her. She didn’t  know what she expected for an answer as the believer’s hand rested on the table, almost snaking towards the Priest, her gold bracelets making a tink noise. 

 

Before she could answer, the rain drops outside became louder, too loud to focus on anything. The rain kept getting heavier and with no signs of it stopping soon, she asked the believer a question.

 

”Would you like to stay the night?”

 

 

 

Notes:

…protection