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 Post subject: Prayers and Little Infidelities [circa 1922/3]
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Father Finlay McConnell - who was starting to think that he would never get used to hearing himself called that, not for a few years at least - stood outside the doors of the church in a downtrodden part of St Louis, smiling politely and shaking hands with a few of his parish that were trailing out of the doors and murmuring their thanks to him for a mass well delivered. He could not yet think of it as 'his' church, even though he certainly belonged to it; if anything it was God's church, and if it was not his then it was the church of the people, and he just happened to be their shepherd for a while. He could almost laugh at himself to think such whimsical sayings, the kinds of things that he had heard time and time again during his quiet study in the seminary. He and many other young men - though most had been older than he was, and thought it odd that one so young should be starting on this kind of path already - had laughed, in a kindly way, at the older priests and their worldly expressions that accompanied phrases that sounded taken from children's books, and now here he was sounding just the same himself. Still, even if it was not God's church or the people's church than before anything it was the church of the other Father who governed here, an elderly man who was really on his last stretch of service under God's name and was enjoying taking charge of a young buck just recently ordained who could do all of the heavy lifting for him - and take the Masses on early mornings and late nights when it troubled him too much to stir from his chair.

It seemed as though the flow of people coming out of the church was down to the merest of trickles, and soon Finlay would be able to get back inside and tend to other duties. He allowed himself a small grimace as he thought of the fact that he still had some wine to drink, since the congregation was not so big as it was supposed to be here and he could not righteously let the blood of the lord Jesus Christ go to waste. He thought of Rafe then - the older brother who would love to have a sip of that wine - and the irony of the fact that it was he, the younger one and the much less given to that sort of thing, who was being forced to drink it after all.

After it seemed that everyone had left who was going to leave, Finlay headed back inside with his hands clasped behind his back and his head lowered. He did not realise it himself, but as he walked back up the middle of the church between the pews he looked like nothing more than a priest who was far too young for the job and far too inexperienced for the life, which he probably was. Thinking of Rafe had set off a trail of thought in his mind that was going nowhere that he liked, and as he moved past whoever else remained and started to clear away the bits and pieces that had been left out during the Mass he absent mindedly chewed his lower lip, wondering about what in the name of God he was going to do to get his older brother back on the straight and narrow where he belonged.

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 Post subject: Re: Prayers and Little Infidelities
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Footsteps echoed lightly between the stone walls as Danny trailed after Lin through the doors of the towering gothic-style church. It was certainly imposing, and even Danny couldn't help that he felt a slight chill as he stepped through the entryway. The church hall was long and he couldn't help but spare a glance towards the high vaulted ceiling as he followed Lin up the far left. They finally sidled into the center pew, six or so rows back from the front.

As he settled into his place, Danny tried to hide a grimace; he hated mass, but he still came for Lin's sake. It wasn't as though Lin had any illusions about his somewhat wayward son, but it made him feel better that Danny could go into a church without being struck down by lightening or some such thing - it was a small comfort. Still, Danny found it horribly taxing to sit through and his mind certainly wandered as he went through the motions (though he did stay in the pew during the communion).

And yet, his eyes couldn't help but fix on this new priest, this. . .young man from New York. Well. . .this is cert'nly 'n improvement, he thought idly, sinking back a bit in the pew. He and Lin had been coming to the church for the year and a half they'd now lived in St Louis, and every week, Danny was faced with nothing to look at but the decorations and the somewhat stooped elderly priest, so this youth from New York was a lovely surprise. His face was pleasant enough and Danny watched him discreetly all through mass - even his voice was rather nice. As mass ended and the rest of the congregation began to file out, Danny leaned over to Lin, catching his sleeve for a moment.

Lin frowned, looking over. "Was ist's?"

Danny's mind raced for a moment, trying to think of a reason to stay in the church; it didn't take more than a second before his eyes fell on one of the confessionals. "Ich will zur Beichtstuhl geh'n."

The surprise was rather clear on Lin's face, but the older man wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. ". . .Nun gut," he murmured, nodding as he slipped out passed the young man. "Ich werde dich zu Hause seh'n."

Danny waited until Lin was outside before he took stock of the church again, wondering exactly how best to go about this. As he wondered, he heard those light footsteps and turned slightly in the pew, catching sight of the Father, starting back towards the sanctuary. He bit his lip, thinking for a moment that the man seemed almost. . .too young, worried, before he got to his feet and slipped into the aisle to carefully grab hold of the man's sleeve. "Father. . .?"


("What is it?"
"I want to go to confession."
". . .All right. I'll see you at home.")

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 Post subject: Re: Prayers and Little Infidelities [circa 1922/3]
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Finlay was perhaps a little too lost in his own thoughts, and he turned around with a little start to see who it was that was holding on to his sleeve. Catching sight of the young man who had called his attention, he appreciated for a moment that here at least was someone who was probably young enough that calling him Father did not sound absolutely ridiculous. Of course, he could never possibly have actually been his father, but at least it did not work the other way round either as it did with most of his congregation.

Turning fully to give him the attention that he had asked for, Finlay tried to remember that he was in a position of importance and let his voice slip into calm tones rather than replying right away in a more brusque manner. "Hello," he said, with a small nod and an encouraging smile. "I don't believe we have spoken before, though I did notice that you were here for Mass."

It was true, he had noticed - he liked to spend the time while he was standing in front of everybody to watch them all, and to look at their faces and try to remember as much about them as he could. A sense of community was important to him, and he wanted to really be a part of it here as soon as he could, as befitted his role.

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 Post subject: Re: Prayers and Little Infidelities [circa 1922/3]
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The calming voice indicative of every priest Danny had ever met had the boy trying not to roll his eyes; instead, he forced a small smile, adding just a hit of nervousness for good measure. Now that he was closer, he could see just how young the man was, how handsome he really was. He sidled up a bit closer, looking up through his lashes as he nibbled at his lower lip. "Hey. . ."

"Mm, I. . .don' come here that often," he mumbled out, schooling his features into light shame, as though he knew he really should. "I shoul' prob'ly c-confess. . ." He nodded over to the confessional. "But Ah dohn' really. . .like small spaces all that much. Could. . .we talk somewhere else?"

He shifted a bit, though it was less from shame and more from something decidedly different. Eagerness. Already, he was wondering exactly where would be the best place - he couldn't help but wonder just how much of a moral fight the young priest would put up when it came down to it, if the man would be eager or hesitant. He decided that if the man started to threaten him, he'd back off. Still, he did love a challenge.

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 Post subject: Re: Prayers and Little Infidelities [circa 1922/3]
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Finlay read the signals exactly how he was supposed to: he was pleased to see a young man who was clearly eager to be at peace with his Lord, and who knew that perhaps he did not spend as much time in church as he should. It would be better if he could simply spend more time in church in the first place, of course, but the Lord was a forgiving one - and perhaps with Finlay's help he could get another of his flock in regular attendance, since that was really something good and productive that he could aim for in this community.

"If you're willing to wait then we could perhaps sit here on the pews and talk quietly when most of the other members of the congregation have left," Finlay replied, spreading his arms in a gesture to the seats on either side. There were still a few hangers on sitting around, though they sparsely decorated the space - a couple were elderly, possibly saving up a bit of energy before going back outside, and one or two were quietly sitting as though to contemplate God, or perhaps even waiting for a confessional themselves. "Though if you are in a rush I imagine we might find somewhere a bit more private, where you would not be seen, as is the intention with the confessional boxes themselves. It is of course most important that you can confess your sins, so we will do what we can to accommodate you here." He smiled, in what was intended to be friendly reassurance. He was not the type that would ever belittle someone's fear, and so if this believer was afraid of small spaces it was not for him to try and force him into them.

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 Post subject: Re: Prayers and Little Infidelities [circa 1922/3]
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While it was encouraging to see how gullible the priest was, the pews simply wouldn't do. . .not until the rest of the old people left. But then, he supposed he did have time. And this would certainly be worth the wait, if he managed it. He swallowed for the priest's benefit and nodded, keeping his chin low, looking up through his lashes - shy. Sometimes the men liked the shy game. He edged towards a pew, half hidden by a pillar, as though he didn't want to be seen, really. Still, he would ultimately let Finlay lead, letting the man think that he was steering the wayward youth.

In reality, it was quite opposite, and Danny relished every moment of it.

People really were far too easy to manipulate when one took the time. A look, a tone. It wasn't terribly complicated, even if it was subtle. Suggestion, a word. It was something Danny truly enjoyed. Persuasion, the one thing he would thank Lutz for teaching him about.

He wetted his lips a bit. "We. . .kin jus' wait. . .but. . .can you maybe—" He wrapped his arms across his chest, uncertain, anxious. "—I dunno, lock th'doors? Jus' fer. . .a few minutes? So. . .so no one comes in? Please?"

The man really was too easy.

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 Post subject: Re: Prayers and Little Infidelities [circa 1922/3]
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Finlay waited expectantly, allowing the younger man to think about what he would prefer, with a pleasant smile on his face and what he hoped was an understanding look. He did so want to help - and not just because it was his job now; he had always wanted to help, and when it came to someone who perhaps needed guiding back to God he was in fact more than eager to help with that process.

He smiled again when he heard the request; the folded arms and the lowered head told him that this really was an issue with shyness and perhaps even bashfulness, and he certainly did not want to scare him away just over a small matter like that. "Of course, of course!" he enthused, though he kept his tone quiet and encouraging. "Whatever you need to make you comfortable. There should be no problem with closing up to take confession, and I am sure that we would not have many people trying to come in then at any rate."



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"Th-thank ya, Fathah," Danny said with a soft nod, though he remembered to be hesitant as he did so. Lutz had certainly trained him to be a marvelous actor, though he'd always had a natural talent for it. If he hadn't, he never would have survived his younger years, after all. He curled his tail up to lay over his lap, almost like a security blanket - he figured it would be a nice touch to this shy, nervous façade that he was weaving for the unsuspecting priest. Now and then he lifted his head to cast nervous glances at the various congregants. His ears were fixed on their locations as well, and he knew when they rose and left exactly which of them was leaving.

He'd kept count in his head and when the heavy doors swung shut for the final time, he shifted in the pew, sparing a quick, seemingly uncertain glance at Finlay before glancing around. "I-I think. . .they're all gone, Fathah," he mumbled out, almost squeaking a bit before blushing.

Already Danny could feel the adrenaline starting to effect him, the thrill of the chase. He started to run through options, scenarios, and lines that he could feed the man, trying to decide which approach would be best. Should he spring a trap with a blunt confession, or try to seduce him slowly with distracted looks and accidental touches?


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 Post subject: Re: Prayers and Little Infidelities [circa 1922/3]
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For his part, Finlay had been keeping a careful eye on his congregation, letting them know that he was still aware of them and looking over them with a gentle nod and smile every time that one of them reached the doors to leave. Each of them glanced back at him, without fail, to raise a hand in farewell, and so it seemed that this was a normal habit of his that was expected by the regulars.

He had already been expecting the last person to leave, but was starting to wonder about how long he should leave things in the name of delicacy before suggesting that it was time to lock the doors now. Thankfully the problem was taken out of his hands as the other man broached the subject first, and he was able to smoothly follow on.

"Indeed. You wait here; I shall lock the door," Finlay replied, reaching for the collection of keys that he kept bunched on a chain at his waist. He went right away to do as he had promised, thinking that it was better to reassure this bewildered and nervous soul by showing willing.

The door lock was old and heavy, and it clunked into place with a noise that always seemed to ring through the rest of the church. He took the key out and turned back, resting one hand on the door for a moment, as if waiting to show Danny that the door really was locked and everything really was safe.

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Danny nodded, pulling his limbs a bit closer as the priest left, as though he was still shy and worried – someone harmless. He watched from the corner of his eyes as Finlay locked the heavy wooden doors, letting a hand linger on the wood after turning back. The man certainly was caring and Danny gave him an uncertain smile as he slowly stood. Though he kept up the furtive appearance, giving the impression that it was anxious nervous that prompted him to start moving, it was really the excitement. He wandered over to the steps that led to the altar, looking up at it.

“Th-thank ya, Fatha,” he murmured, hands wringing themselves. “Ah. . .dohn’ want ‘nyone t’hear. . .” He wondered idly if the young priest would be loud.

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Finlay approached him carefully, though not slowly. He did not want to leave time for Danny to hesitate, or to change his mind and decide to leave. It was, after all, very important that he should look after each one of his flock, no matter how much time or effort it cost him. Each of them deserved his equal attention and care to bring them closer to God. Even if all he could do was to reassure them that they were not damned yet, it would be enough.

"I understand perfectly," he replied, with a reassuring smile, as he moved within a few paces of Danny. "Whenever you feel that you are comfortable and ready, we can begin."

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He gave a small smile at that, moving up the three small steps to the altar slowly to finger the white cloth that covered it. He wetted his lips then, lifting his eyes to the gold leafed surroundings, stalling as he tried to think of the best way to reel in the man. Seducer or the helpless lamb - both had their own draw and Danny knew both intimately well.

He sighed. “I’ve nevah. . .done this ‘fore.”

Perhaps a bit of both; it was always best when they tried to save the sinner.

He let his tail brush the man’s hand and looked back to the priest. “What do I. . .do? What. . . kind’a things. . .?”

Just a bit more. . .come closer. . .

He knew just how to cast the look that would draw him closer, that look that plead for something - for a savior. He was still young enough to use it effectively, to pique that desire to protect, but old enough to twist it to his whim.

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Finlay gave him a reassuring smile once again. It troubled him deeply to see someone who had never asked the forgiveness of God. There would no doubt be many sins that needed to be atoned for, not the least of which was having been absent from church for so long. It was quite possible that this one was going to need a lot of his time and attention, at least for a little while. But if he could convert him into a regular church goer, that would be worth it. He took a small step forward without even really thinking about it, sensing a need for reassurance.

"It's quite alright," he said, motioning back over to the pews. "If you're more comfortable, we can sit. Otherwise, you start by saying this: "Forgive me father, for I have sinned". Then you tell me how long it has been since your last confession, or in this case, that it is your first. It is a little ritual which we observe whenever we come to confession."

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Danny swallowed - the man was only a foot away or so now, close enough, finally to be reeled in. He wetted his lips slowly, letting his tongue linger slightly, knowing the man was watching now. He'd worked so far at subtlety making his movements more feminine, his tail running over the nearest of the two altar candles, running up to almost flick at the dancing flame before running down the golden stand; he leaned back slightly against the altar, biting his lip lightly.

"Forgive me fathah, fer I 'ave sinned," he murmured, eyes half-lidded and dark, fixed now on Finlay. "Ah. . .find m'self 'avin'. . .feelin's that ain't propah. . ." His tail moved then, curling around Finlay's wrist and pulling him the last bit before Danny's hands took over and pulled him into a soft, almost-chaste kiss that hinted at a desire for more as he pressed his slender frame against the priest.

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