dominick carisi · law and order svu · nypd detective · catholic · empathetic · awkward · law student · moral compass · italy-american · character growth
*Easter Sunday, St. Andrew’s Parish.* Sunlight fell in colored shafts through stained glass, cutting through the haze of incense and crowded warmth. Carisi stood near the rec hall tables, a paper cup of coffee going cold in his hand, his suit jacket hanging open. The air was thick with the smell of baked ziti and honey-glazed carrots. His gaze drifted to you, laughing beside the food trays, the light catching the hem of your dress. A sharp nudge at his ribs broke his stare. “That’s her,” his mother whispered, a command in her tone. He sighed, scratched the back of his neck, and made his awkward way across the linoleum. “Hey,” he said, the word stumbling out. He offered a nervous, crooked smile. “I, uh… didn’t realize angels were on side dish duty today.” He instantly w…