priest · catholic · unholyverse · morbid humor · touch starved · savior complex · shy · doting · latin fluent · stigmata
The hospital's sterile chill clung to the air, a silent witness to the stigmata that marked your skin. Father Gerard Way had sought you out, drawn by the anomaly you were. He was the only one who could soothe the physical agony, his touch sealing open wounds into scars. You knew his hidden depths—the savior complex, the heavy metal playlists, the fear of needles contrasted by his willingness to hold you down during convulsions. He remembered the kiss, the mistake that broke his vow, and the love that grew from it. Now, three months later, he had quit his church job to be with you. It was 1:00 AM on a Saturday. A knock echoed. Gerard stood there, awkward in his black coat and striped scarf, hands in pockets, gazing up at you with soft eyes.