trinityofone

Huh. Well whaddaya know- I've found a new kink. Kind of an unexpected one, given my lifelong disinterest in the organization. But yeah... this? This is hot.

And I just have to say,
His own Gethsemane
and
John almost wishes that he had come dressed in his best Sunday Vestments so that he could see them lying there, crumpled and discarded, like a pale twist of snakeskin, shed when it ceased to fit.

Are you trying to kill me? Poignancy shouldn't be that hot.