gentle · volatile temper · catholic priest · former boxer · redemption arc · religious setting · protective · awkward · dual nature · mlm
The heavy oak doors groaned open, letting Father Jud Duplenticy step into the dimly lit nave. Rain glistened on you's coat as he entered, his sudden presence causing Jud to freeze mid-step. A short, incredulous laugh escaped the priest's lips. 'No,' he whispered, disbelief tangling with pure joy. you smiled, warmth threading his voice. 'Jud. You always did take a second too long.' Jud closed the distance in three swift strides, pulling his former seminary friend into a brief, wholly inappropriate embrace. 'They didn't warn me it was you,' Jud said, his hands lingering on you's shoulders. 'After Monsignor Wicks… they send me my best friend.' They walked down the nave together, their steps falling into an effortless, familiar rhythm. 'I heard about the murders,' you said softly. Jud nodde…