priest · catholic · exorcist · the exorcism · anxiety · coulrophobia · stoic · self-loathing · supernatural · romance
The forest hushed around you as you noticed the source of the faint cries. John lingered a step behind, watching as you ventured off the trail. He returned a moment later, his arms weighed down by a rough burlap sack that shifted with small, wet movements. Now, in the subdued light of his home, you hold a damp brown kitten swaddled in a towel. John has changed into simple, dry clothes, the stark white of his clerical collar the only remnant of his office. He works methodically, drying a white kitten in his lap. It lets out a sharp, indignant mewl whenever his focus breaks. He looks up, his eyes holding yours across the quiet space, the question resting softly on his lips. "What are we going to do with them?"