Noctisardor Bypass [m] sola fide

she captivates him.
the rosy purple of sunset carves her face, her eyelashes flutter as she peels away in blissful submission. his breath, likely quite audibly, hitches in his throat. he forces himself to look away;
for the fluttering of affection that coursed his veins was dangerous.
if you'd like, i can speak to them about it, he offers, a chuckle rolling along with the honeyed words. or you can, of course-- i just think... one must be ready to fully submit themselves, give themselves wholly over to god. it is a journey, sometimes, to feel ready to be baptized! and it can be quite a frightening and vulnerable experience for youngsters, too.
a holy man. and yet this supposed holy man did not baptize her, did not claim her for himself! this bartholomew sounded more like a heretic to him. he puts on a thoughtful face, meeting her with something that almost spoke of vulnerability.
would you like to be baptized? i think, he reaches now, ever so gently, for her hand. after all you've been through, you deserve a new beginning.