Date: 2024-07-31 04:39 am (UTC)
pineapplesalmon: (a young worry)
There can be such a thing as taking it too seriously. You're too focused on your presence and not being present.

[César's expression dims a bit, and then he looks up to Mulcahy.]

Two things, really. Grief: my parents were vaporized saving the world and my baby brother lost his memory, and I'm working through the loss of our family and my old self. And... faith: I want to set up a simple and private prayer space in a small wall cabinet of my bedroom.

[He makes a bit of an awkward face, realizing he should've started with the second one first, and also he doesn't want to admit the reason he needs to be able to close the door is because he'd feel the eyes of any crucifix he had would be. watching him. when Magne and him had sex. often. while incredibly unmarried.

César truncates that thought, turns one half of his roll upside down, and bites it, wanting to have the soft inside against his tongue while he tears the outside with his teeth. Look. It's a sensory thing.
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