Easter Morning

by HarmlessGhosty

Summary:

Solomon watched his girlfriend Eva get ready for Easter Sunday Church with an inner frown, his outward expression gentle with concern. They’d meet with her family at the service, and they weren’t exactly the kindest bunch.

Eva was less than thrilled, to say the least, but Solomon was more concerned about getting his historical knowledge aligned. Now, is Catholic Church the one with Communion wafers, or…?

Notes:

Happy Easter 2025! 🐣💜

Headcanon that Solomon has been alive since long before Jesus Christ and gets his religious belief systems mixed up all the time. Written to be more humorous than serious!

“I don’t know what else to do, Solomon. I go to Church every Easter with my family! They’re expecting me.” 

Solomon cocked his head to the side, confused that Eva would be so concerned with his attending Easter Mass this morning. “I don’t see an issue with the two of us going,” he said. “It would be a wonderful opportunity to see them again.” 

Holding two different pastel dresses up to her body in the full-length mirror, Eva pouted, looking as though she might cry. “The family is awful.” 

“They’re not the worst people I’ve met in my lifetime.” 

“Coming from someone who was in bed with the devil himself.” 

Chuckling, though he tried hard to hold it in, he covered his mouth. “Perhaps not Satan or Lucifer, but at least one of many. Take your pick.” 

“And that’s the problem,” she sighed, swapping each dress a few times before tossing both on the bed and sifting back through the closet. “You’ll burst into flames the second you look at the Eucharist.” 

“I’ll remind you that I’m quite close with several angels as well. I suppose it’s my fault for being so friendly,” Solomon added, finding the conversation more humorous than offensive. 

“Any Catholic priest would think you’re the spawn of Satan with all those pacts.” 

“On the contrary, King Solomon is widely regarded as a wise and powerful leader in religious contexts.” 

She scoffed. “You’re certainly no saint.” 

“Ah, no, but many friends of mine are.” 

Rolling her eyes, Eva again picked up the two dresses on the bed and returned to holding them in front of the mirror. Indecisive and anxious, she shook her head. “I don’t even know if either of these fit anymore,” she mumbled. “And God forbid Mom notices I’ve gained weight, or she’ll make a comment.” 

“I’ve never seen you wear either.” 

“That’s because they’re my Sunday best, but I don’t do Sundays anymore,” she joked. “I only wear these for special occasions—Church or warm weather holidays. They’re not the most comfortable, but they’re really conservative.” 

“They are,” he observed, leaning against the wall near the bedroom door. “A far cry from your casual clothes. I can’t say I wouldn’t enjoy seeing you in a formal outfit once in a while though.”

Sighing, she hung up the pink polka-dot dress and settled on a baby blue sun dress with a white belt. “This won’t show as much…stomach,” she decided. “If I wear a shawl, it’ll be less obvious.” 

“Hm? What will be less obvious?”

“My stomach,” she repeated, digging through a dresser drawer and pulling out a pair of white tights. “And these will help too. They’re shape-wear.” 

Frowning, Solomon eyed the outfit with suspicion. “Wouldn’t you rather be comfortable since you’ll already be in an uncomfortable place?” he asked. 

“Mom and Dad would kill me if I don’t cover up,” she replied, taking out a high support sports bra. “If I wear the shawl, my bra won’t show, so I can have less cleavage too.” 

“Isn’t that overkill?” 

She shook her head and walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open to continue their conversation. “One centimeter of boob window, and Mom will label me a slut behind my back,” she said. “All of her friends will know about it by Monday night.” 

Using the time to check through his own side of the closet, Solomon dug out a closely matching blue button-up dress shirt and white pants. While speaking to Eva, he changed clothes. 

“I understand,” he said, “though I do wish you could dress in something you like more.” 

There was a pause, and the sound of Eva grunting as she pulled up her tights—likely a size or two too small, considering Solomon hadn’t seen her wear them for a long time. “Gotta do what I gotta do to keep the peace,” she responded. 

Finished dressing, Solomon straightened his collar in the mirror until Eva rounded the corner and joined him, her face scrunched at her appearance beside him. “I look like a dyed Easter egg,” she muttered. 

“That’s rather apt for today,” he replied, wrapping an arm over her shoulders and pulling her mopey self against his side. “Should I put on some rabbit ears? I do have a pair lying around. You can be the egg I hide where no one else can find you.” 

“Please,” she said. “Hide me so I don’t have to go to Church.” 

Chuckling, Solomon plucked at a golden curl that framed her face, making it spring back into place at her shoulder like a hopping bunny. “I’ll be with you. I’ve been to thousands of services, though I may be rusty remembering a Catholic one. Is it still spoken in Latin?” 

“No, that ended in the 1960s.”

“Ah, but surely they still read my books of the Bible?” 

“I think so? Maybe not for Easter though.” Just as he was about to speak, she added a question. “After everything you’ve been through and everyone you’ve met, what beliefs do you even have?” 

He thought for a few moments. “Well, I know for a fact there is a Father, angels, demons…though the details are spotty. It’s been many centuries since he spoke to us earthly beings directly, and maybe longer since he spoke to the Avatars of Sin in Hell. That’s not to mention the years of other gods passing along the way.” 

Pausing, he gathered his thoughts together, then shrugged and laughed. 

“I suppose I believe in facts rather than hearsay, and every religion gets bits and pieces correct. If your family is Catholic, there are tons of stories I can recount to them from the biblical era and beyond if I flip through the Bible for a second or two.” 

Eva scoffed, then nudged her face against his upper arm. With minimum makeup, she wouldn’t ruin either her mascara or his long sleeve shirt. “I shouldn’t ask questions.” 

“Oh? Why not?” he asked, curious. 

“Because,” she said, “the answers are so confusing sometimes.” 

Solomon nodded, then hugged her a little closer to his side. “Look in the mirror,” he said, and she followed directions. He cupped a hand beneath her chin and squeezed gently. “Do you see the two of us?” 

“Yeah.” Her big, emerald eyes scanned down their clothes. “We’re standing in the bedroom.” 

“And that’s all that matters, hm?” He squeezed her chin again, then winked. “All of this history is fun to remember, but I’d much rather focus on what’s happening now instead of everything that happened back then.” 

“I’m almost worried you’ll say something so completely non-Catholic that they’ll crucify you right there,” she joked. 

With a polite smile knowing that he was unsure whether he could keep his vast knowledge of history straight, Solomon nodded and released Eva’s face. “The service starts soon, right? Then we should go now.” 

Eva straightened the front of her slightly wrinkled dress and gave one last look in the mirror before following Solomon to the apartment door. She grabbed her car keys off the hook and quietly locked the apartment behind them. 

Once settled in the car, Solomon placed a hand on her thigh and gave it a gentle caress. “It’ll be fine,” he promised. “I won’t embarrass you…not on purpose.” 

“As long as it’s an accident, then I’m okay with you embarrassing me,” she laughed. “How much worse could my family get over judging me based on my boyfriend’s goofiness?” 

His eyes widened. “Do you think of me as goofy?” 

“Not always,” she replied with a smile. “I love you anyway.” 

“But…goofy?” he pressed. 

“You heard me.” Starting the car, Eva took his hand for a few seconds. “I said I love you.” 

Ignoring the nagging feeling of silliness casted like a spell over his head, he smiled in return. “I love you too.” A pause. “I’ll attempt to be less goofy for your family.” 

“Which means you’ll be even worse,” she laughed. 

He always loved her laugh, and he relished the fact that it happened mostly around him. 

He only hoped that she could keep the happiness throughout the Church service, but at least they would have a lovely dinner at home afterward—his treat, of course. 

Notes:

Thank you so much for reading! ❤️

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 5 of Solomon and Eva’s Story