Post by luke on Jun 11, 2011 20:31:31 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » Cause we were never meant to walk this road alone. --- IT WAS A DUPLEX DOWN THE STREET from the St. Matthews Church that housed the two lost Richardson children. The upper floor to be exact which was all well and fine for them as both Luke and Adelaide had a small obsession with the small balcony off the front side of the old house. The duplex might not seem glamorous or beautiful to a lot of people in this city but, honestly, it was as good a place to live as they had ever had and Luke liked it. He appreciated it. When they were living in Rome, they had a much smaller place. It was made up for by being able to see the Sistine Chapel from the window in his bedroom though. Some may wonder why a Priest, Junior Priest, sure, but still a Priest would chose to leave Rome, the center of the Catholic church and come to Valkyrie. Valkyrie, California was recently rattled to it's core from an earthquake, added to being a growing center of greed, idle sex and corruption. Definitely not the type of place he envisioned himself. Valkyrie as becoming closer and closer to his first home in Chicago with the Sirens. It was definitely a place he would have preferred Ade to not have to be but there was no way she was going to stay in Rome while he came here. No, she came here with him. He often wondered why he was called to come here. --- NO MATTER THE REASON, it felt right somehow. He felt it as soon as he stepped into the St. Matthews Church. This was where he was supposed to be for now. And while being here reminded him more and more of his less than holy past, perhaps that was the whole point. He had never faced his life or his upbringing. He had just run. He had been running all his life it felt. He could help someone here. He knew he could and if that was it. If all he ends up being able to do is help one person, not so much to find God as in convert, but find God as in change their life for the positive, live a life of honesty, than he was right to be here. Luke was currently in their home pulling a blue button up shirt over his grey T. Believe it or not, they don't wear the collar all the time. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed a but before he made his way through the living room. Adelaide was out, she had found space to practice her dancing and so that is what she was doing. Anything to keep her happy. The truth was, Luke was a big juicy contradiction. He was raised in a violent gang world of death and rape but he grew into a junior Priest. He preaches about peace when he himself had committed murder in order to protect his younger sister. There must have been a way to escape without the death but he had not been willing to risk the danger in that. His life did not make sense. He did not makes sense. --- LUKE GRABBED HIS BELT THAT WAS draped over an arm chair and slipped in through the loops, and buckling it before he grabbed his pack of Marlboros from the coffee table. His brown eyes glanced up at the clock. 5:38pm. Ade was supposed to be home a little after six and he had to be at the church be seven. He had plenty of time. He turned around and unlocked the door to the balcony before stepping out into the fresh air. Luke took a deep breath, the sun was already beginning to set because of it being winter time but in California that wind had a burst of warmth to it. It was wonderful. He pulled one of the cigarettes out of the box and placed it in between his lips before lighting up. He pulled the cigarette away and exhaled as he slipped the lighter back into his butt pocket. Was it a bad idea to smoke? Probably. But Luke never seemed to be able to kick the habit. He could go out and not have one for a week on a trip or something and have no withdrawal symptoms but there was a definite physical addiction. He put the cigarette back to his lips and inhaled before pulling it away again. Through everything, he still had not managed to find a way to forgive himself for what he had done. Ade did not judge him for it, but was it possible God saw him as a hypocrite? He knew he loved him. He knew he forgave him. But you can forgive someone and love them, and still have a bad opinion of them. He needed to know he would make up for it. He needed to know it was going to be okay. He needed to know Ade was going to be okay. She still had so many particular tendencies of mild OCD that stemmed from the hell on earth that she had been through in her childhood and Luke, ever the big brother, was consistently worried. --- IT WAS REASSURING THAT PEOPLE always seemed to like her though. At least many did. The problem was Ade did not let any of them close. Luke may not be an open book to anyone but the church, the Father and Son but he had fallen in love in Rome. Oh yeah, that is another important aspect of Luke's job. His church is a Catholic Church, yes, but they were more of an eastern congregation and therefore he was allowed to get married and date. He did not do so often, he felt he should focus on his life first but he did fall in love once. It was amazing. Nothing reassured his faith in a higher power more. Well, that and the strength Ade demonstrated. Luke reached up and took in the last hit of his cigarette. Good timing too as he noticed a dark haired girl approaching the house. He exhaled the smoke and put out the light in the ash tray they put out there. He refuses to make the house smell like smoke so he always smokes outside. He leaned over slightly to see if the girl was going for the people below them but when he heard the buzzer he knew that was not the case. He walked back inside and made his way down the stairs, opening the door for the girl, "Can I help you?" NOTES; about time, OUTFIT:here, TAG: dom. |
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