imperial_stage | (no subject)

(no subject)

Who: Sarah & Luc
What: She's been reclusive since arriving to the Church
Where: The Cathedral
Warnings: None?

Sarah ventured out of her room often and came to the cathedral in an effort to find some open solace within herself. She spent too much time in the garden or libraries reading and she had nothing in common with many of those who resided here. The blonde found a place in front of the place of worship, settling down near a window and looking down to the others that worked in the garden.

Sarah's bright blue eyes focused exceptionally on top of a mother, father and child together and found herself jealous or needing of that. Her hand pressed against the window, she pushed it open to get a better and clearer look. The cool wind hit her face, she shut her eyes and awaited for the wind to keep coming. It was refreshingly cold.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"I was wondering when you'd come out," Luc's voice rang out across the room, as he entered through a shut door. Seeing him without his mask should be a rare sight, even for Sarah. But, with the Cathedral mostly empty today, Luc didn't feel a need for it.

"You really shouldn't hide in your room for so long. The other clergyman might begin to think you're still afraid of them."

Sarah remained where she was, it wasn't until Luc's voice rang out that she even turned to acknowledge him. Her light blue eyes focused on Luc and she moved to stand and bow to him as curtly as possible. "I apologize, it is not my intention. I am very studious to a degree and I was never one for friends." Sarah's face didn't soften when she said those words.

She moved away from the window but kept it open so the breeze could still hit her backside. "It is nice to see you again, sir."

"I'm not asking you to be friends with them. I don't even like them. But as far as I am concerned, you are above them, and have no reason to fear them."

Luc then took the liberty of approaching her, and took a seat near the sorceress. "Likewise."

The bishop folded his hands in his lap, and closed his eyes for a moment. The breeze did indeed feel nice, and it was a welcome change of pace from the musty, yet extravagant halls of the Cathedral. "Sarah, I would like you to accompany me to dinner tonight." Luc didn't seem even the slightest bit nervous about asking her.

Sarah did not feel as they did in the Church, she could not have been very religious since she did not grow up with much at all. In her hometown she was feared by very many but she had grown accustomed to it. Now there was this young man here, talking to her and seeming fond of their interactions. It was strange.

"I will try my best to make friends, if that is what you wish." The blonde stayed where she was seated and turned to look directly at Luc. Sarah's head tilted to the side in slight confusion.

"Is there going to be many people at this dinner? Something I should know, perhaps?"

"I told you already. I'm not asking you to make friends with people whose presence I don't even enjoy," Luc responded, turning to face her directly, looking into her demure, grayish-blue eyes. "I only wish to keep up appearances, and to show them that you are still under my full support."

She was still called a 'witch' and a 'heretic' in certain circles, with Luc being accused of abusing his authority. If it wasn't for the Pope making almost no stance either for or against Luc's actions, they'd have called for him to be stripped of his rank.

The witch didn't much care for anyone in this place with the exception of the lone masked bishop. He did not treat her as one who was lower or frightening, but accepted and that was all she wanted. There was a dead silence for a bit while he spoke about how she would need to stay closely by him to appear that he still supported his choice. Sarah kept herself quiet while she thought of what to say to him.

"I would love to join you, sir." Sarah bowed her head and stood up from where she was sitting beside him. She moved nearer to the window and placed her hands on the sill of the window, her eyes looked over the area below her.

"Is there anything you need of me?"

"As would I love for you to join me." Luc wasn't above showing kindness to certain people, even if it was a very rare thing to see from him. Luc watches as the witch stood up and moved to the windowsill, but did not follow her. "I suppose I should ask you to dress nicely," Luc responded.

Really, it wouldn't be too difficult for Sarah. She looked gorgeous in almost everything she wore. She was a very attractive woman, though Luc didn't want her to become his servant for that reason.

Sarah's eyes found solace in looking outside because it spelled out what freedom was to her. When he started speaking, she turned directly to him with her usual kind, yet cold face. "I will do what you ask of me. When should I start preparing for dinner?" She moved from the sill and remained by the window, the cool air hitting the back of her head. The air caused her white-blonde hair to sway a bit in front of her, her right hand coming to move it behind her ears while she spoke to him.

"I am pleased that you would have me along, sir."

"Nothing. The Church pays people to do that."

Honestly, Sarah, when he said 'servant,' he didn't mean 'maid.' The clone tilted his head to the side, his eyes staring into hers.

"I would have it no other way."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only