[the sound he makes when a hand closes on his wrist, tugs him forward, is not surprise, nor is it displeasure. it's something softer, more intimate, trapped in the space between them and lost to the larger group in the constant din of noise they make.
for once in his short life, the priest doesn't feel guilt as he stumbles along behind the taller man for a moment before catching up. he doesn't feel the pull to look back at them or worry overmuch about their murmuring as some unknown traveler pulls their precious holiness off somewhere else.
it'll probably cause a stir later. Olivine's not unused to that, though... everything he does, when he deviates from the church's doctrines and mores, causes a stir. Basch feels more important.]
Basch... [his name is quieter on Olivine's lips, almost shy. the crowd is gone, after all, and they're already at the edge of the village.] Sorry... for all the trouble.
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Date: 2024-04-23 04:55 am (UTC)[the sound he makes when a hand closes on his wrist, tugs him forward, is not surprise, nor is it displeasure. it's something softer, more intimate, trapped in the space between them and lost to the larger group in the constant din of noise they make.
for once in his short life, the priest doesn't feel guilt as he stumbles along behind the taller man for a moment before catching up. he doesn't feel the pull to look back at them or worry overmuch about their murmuring as some unknown traveler pulls their precious holiness off somewhere else.
it'll probably cause a stir later. Olivine's not unused to that, though... everything he does, when he deviates from the church's doctrines and mores, causes a stir. Basch feels more important.]
Basch... [his name is quieter on Olivine's lips, almost shy. the crowd is gone, after all, and they're already at the edge of the village.] Sorry... for all the trouble.