Forgive Me, Father, For I Have Sinned...

Trigger warning: Sex in a church, on top of religious items. Sorry, not sorry. 


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Raven ran her fingers through her sopping wet hair, trying to rub the rain from her both her face and eyes as she heard the definitive clunk of the door closing behind her. Behind the heavy wood and metal, she could hear the muffled sounds of the busy street, trying to make it through the downpour like everyone else. She wrung her hair out and looked through the dim shadows to the rows and rows of pews in front of her. 

Near the front of the church, she saw a lone figure leaning back against the pew, arm slung over the aged, darkly polished wood as if he was completely comfortable with being in the empty, echoing space.

"You’re late."

"I got held up." She walked down the aisle, the sound of her shoes squeaking on the old, tiled floor. "Robin was being a particular joy this morning.”

Jason looked up at her with his trademark smile peeling across his lips. His eyes sparkled just enough to let her know he was playing. “I can’t imagine Princess Traffic Light being anything other than a joy. I imagine his mornings are often filled with stupid nonsense.” 

She rolled her eyes and plopped down next to him in the pew, staring ahead at the altar ahead of them. Finely carved marble and dark wood stared back at her, depicting the familiar scene of the last supper. On either side of the exorbitant display stood two tall, brass candelabras, flickering with a soft, orange glow from the blessed candles. 

Raven pursed her lips and looked over at him. “This is an interesting choice of rendezvous, Jason.”

She tapped her fingers against her lips, trying not to focus on the way the golden light from the memorial prayer candles reflected off his hair. It made a soft, gentle halo around his head. But she knew better than to trust that false image. Instead, Raven turned her eyes to the ceiling, eyeing the fresco of Jesus in the garden of Gethsemane above her head, and behind her she saw the visitation of Gabriel to Mary. It was lovely artwork, really. 

"Mm… I’ve always wanted to pop in here for a little bit." He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and smiled over at her, watching her enjoy the artwork around them. "It’s been around since the 1890’s and it’s always been a staple to the neighborhood." 

Raven lifted an eyebrow. “And?”

He chuckled and tilted his head to the side of the church where an intricate locked, display case stood proudly in the dim light. “There may or may not be a few priceless relics in the reliquary. I thought I might investigate it while we were here anyway.”

Raven rolled her eyes and sighed. “You do realize that I am obligated to stop you from being a criminal?”

"Well, I guess I’ll just have to distract you then…"

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Drabble || KFC Prank Calls

Spontaneity. That was his forte. So while he stood with his arms crossed in his girlfriend’s empty room there was no reaction of surprise when she had finally arrived.

“Not surprised to see me, Sunshine?” Jason questioned, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Can’t say I am.” Raven responded though happiness seemed to flash past her amethyst eyes at the sight of him.

He crossed the distance between the two, wrapping his arms tightly around his girlfriend’s waist. “You know, I’m really glad you’re in casual wear.” Jason nodded, giving her a once over. “We’re going out.”

The sorceress looked down at her denim shorts, his Iron Maiden shirt, and her ratty old converse. “Where?” She asked, raising a brow at the male.

“It’s a surprise, Angel.” The smirk could be heard in the tone of his voice. His grip on Raven tightened and he pressed the teleportation button on the Red-X belt, the only indication of that being his secret identity on his person.

The rush was all too familiar for Raven and Jason both. It hadn’t been the first time he had whisked her away or come to teleport her out of the tower on a complete whim. Surprised? She couldn’t say she was exactly, but he did have a way to keep her guessing and that was enough to keep her entranced by him. Even if he did have lapses in maturity.

Raven raised an eyebrow, confused as she gazed around their surroundings. Why the hell had he teleported them to a KFC parking lot? Why was his truck parked in this random parking lot equipped with pillows and blankets in the bed? “What are we doing here Jason?”

Jason sat back, a mischievous look on his face as he stared at his girlfriend. “We’re just people watching, Raven.” He said, twirling his phone around in his hand.

The sorceress quirked an eyebrow at her boyfriend, not buying his answer at all, but sat beside him regardless. “Not that I don’t enjoy your company… But why exactly are we people watching? And why here?”

“Why not here?” Jason spoke slowly, the mischief returning to his expression. His finger swiped against the touch screen of his phone, tapping quickly against the screen.

“Hello KFC, how may I help you?”

Mirth danced in his green eyes as the worker’s voice sounded through the speaker. His gaze flashed toward Raven who appeared thoroughly confused by his antics.

“I see you eating that chicken in the back.” He stated seriously, watching the worker’s irritated reaction through the window.

“I apologize sir, but I don’t have time for this. Would you like to put in an order?”

“Oh, right… I’m sorry, I’ll leave you to eating your chicken in the back.” He laid back against the pillows, face straight as he continued to mess with the frustrated worker.

“Sir, I don’t know what you’re looking at but we are a serious business and don’t have time for this. Are you going to order something?”

Jason grinned, watching as Raven even struggled to hold in her laughs at his childish choices. “No, you ate all the chicken. I hope you enjoyed it, bye.” He hung up quickly, bursting into a fit of laughter at the sight of the man in the restaurant looking pleasantly irritated.

“You’re ridiculous, Jason.” Raven taunted, leaning into his side. A smile creeping onto her usually stoic face.

“Yeah, baby, but I’m your ridiculous.” He grinned, leaning in to press a kiss to her lips.


Porque o Melhor, EnfimPorque o melhor, enfim,
É não ouvir nem ver…
Passarem sobre mim
E nada me doer!
_ Sorrindo interiormente,
Co’as pálpebras cerradas,
Às águas da torrente
Já tão longe passadas. _
Rixas, tumultos, lutas,
Não me fazerem dano…
Alheio às vãs labutas,
Às estações do ano.
Passar o estio, o outono,
A poda, a cava, e a redra,
E eu dormindo um sono
Debaixo duma pedra.
Melhor até se o acaso
O leito me reserva
No prado extenso e raso
Apenas sob a erva
Que Abril copioso ensope…
E, esvelto, a intervalos

Fustigue-me o galope
De bandos de cavalos.
Ou no serrano mato,
A brigas tão propício,
Onde o viver ingrato
Dispõe ao sacrifício
Das vidas, mortes duras
Ruam pelas quebradas,
Com choques de armaduras
E tinidos de espadas…
Ou sob o piso, até,
Infame e vil da rua,
Onde a torva ralé
Irrompe, tumultua,
Se estorce, vocifera,
Selvagem nos conflitos,
Com ímpetos de fera
Nos olhos, saltos, gritos…
Roubos, assassinatos!
Horas jamais tranqüilas,
Em brutos pugilatos
Fraturam-se as maxilas…
E eu sob a terra firme,
Compacta, recalcada,
Muito quietinho. A rir-me
De não me doer nada.