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tampered2008-03-14 05:06 pm
whofelltoearth.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2008-03-14 05:06 pm
log;ongoing
When; This morning, or at least 'this morning' for sleepyheads
Rating; Probably PG-PG13
Characters; Sister Esther Blanchett (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lefeufollet), Father Abel Nightroad (whofelltoearth
Summary; Crumpets. Uncomfortable crumpets.
Log;
Abel clutched the brown paper bag full of dairy products he'd stopped to buy in is white-gloved hand, skin below nearly just as pale with the tight hold he had on the bag. He brought the other hand up and rapped three times on the wood of Sister Esther's door with sharp knuckles and cleared his throat, his voice cracking and plaintive when he finally spoke.
"Miss Esther, I brought the groceries for you. And some petit fours, because I had extra money, and there's a bakery here that makes very cute ones. I hope I'm not disturbing anything if you have guests."
This was strange to him. He was usually polite, but not quite so polite with Esther. They had a familiarity, but one which was sometimes removed by Abel's obfuscation. This had happened before, at least twice. Usually it would be her to come to the bedroom on his side of the apartment, not the other way around. Usually she would come to visit him whenever she was bored, or lonely, or if she had something on her mind. She certainly did have something on her mind, but not something so banal as what she should do that evening or what the weather was supposed to be like or little questions about science that they didn't teach a nun.
The hand left the door and moved to touch his lips softly.
Rating; Probably PG-PG13
Characters; Sister Esther Blanchett (
lefeufollet), Father Abel Nightroad (whofelltoearthSummary; Crumpets. Uncomfortable crumpets.
Log;
Abel clutched the brown paper bag full of dairy products he'd stopped to buy in is white-gloved hand, skin below nearly just as pale with the tight hold he had on the bag. He brought the other hand up and rapped three times on the wood of Sister Esther's door with sharp knuckles and cleared his throat, his voice cracking and plaintive when he finally spoke.
"Miss Esther, I brought the groceries for you. And some petit fours, because I had extra money, and there's a bakery here that makes very cute ones. I hope I'm not disturbing anything if you have guests."
This was strange to him. He was usually polite, but not quite so polite with Esther. They had a familiarity, but one which was sometimes removed by Abel's obfuscation. This had happened before, at least twice. Usually it would be her to come to the bedroom on his side of the apartment, not the other way around. Usually she would come to visit him whenever she was bored, or lonely, or if she had something on her mind. She certainly did have something on her mind, but not something so banal as what she should do that evening or what the weather was supposed to be like or little questions about science that they didn't teach a nun.
The hand left the door and moved to touch his lips softly.