Screenshot of a WIP snippet written in my notes app. Words are: The squeak of the confessional door was lost to the blood rushing in his ears. It was because of this that when the door closed and the Cross was signed over the poor soul’s chest, pastor Silco felt it necessary to break the kiss the vampire had him locked in. The unholy thing hissed, teeth glinting in the low light in protest. With no time to shove the creature out of his side of the booth, he had no choice but to let her words and sudden presence wash over him. The dread caught in his chest, heart thundering against his ribs like the wings of a dove. “Bless me Father, for I have sinned.” With a swipe of his hand over his mouth to rid it of the vampire’s accursed saliva, he tried to find the words he’d spoken hundreds of times before already. They failed him, every word stumbling in his mind rather than offering him reprieve of consistency. The vampire—Vander was his name—let his tongue drag over the shine of Silco’s spit that still clung to it, and Silco stifled the ever-present heat that was rising in his body with a deep breath. Finally, with air in his lungs, he remembered his words. “How long has it been since your last confession?”
Finally got bit by the writing bug again so I'm plowing out as many words as I possibly can. Here, a treat for my #Vanco and #Zaundad fans ft. Vampire Vander and Priest Silco
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