@uninspiredaddict

1 year ago

hello, as a long-repressed sapphic, this gives me strength. i write sometimes, i really, really love this song, this cover, all of it! its helped me so much working on my own things that inspiration took hold and i just couldnt help myself. She pulled another slow draft of air into her lungs, the staler monastery atmosphere sitting about her like some great larger thing, its weight on her shoulders. Magdalena stared, gaze passing silently through shards of light that bled from the window, dust fluttering about as motes fell from the ceiling. A great fire burned through her, an inferno consuming flesh and bone and thought in its screaming tide, licking at the porcelain skin of her face and hands. She sat unmoved, but the feelings were irrepressible, asking her, begging her to act on them. Magdalena looked down, eyes focused on the irregular bumps of cut stone, almost feeling a kinship to one brick that sat at an angle, cement having filled its gap a smidge too deep, leaving it to sit out of line with the rest. A wry smile, eyes fluttering back to her hands as she shook her head. Magdalena pulled her hands together with every touch of effort that she had, pressing them together before her fingers interlaced into a two-handed fist. She brought them up, setting her nose to the knuckle as she took another deep breath. "Lord, forgive me of all my sins. I confess everything, I believe with my heart and with undeniable faith. I open the door of my heart to thou, come and save me. Wash my soul clean, write my name in your book of life. Amen." She whispered, but she did not look up, the last word leaving her lips almost begrudgingly as her head hung and her hands fell apart. She felt nothing above her, nothing divine, a silence. Of course, it was a test of her faith, surely. It was a question of her strength, her place, her will, but she felt herself faltering with every breath, soft fingertips and long, midnight hair pervasive in her thoughts. Inescapable. The longing for her warmth, her smile, her beautifully sculpted eyes that swirled with an enticing danger, the gentler swoops of her figure, the comforting feel of gentle and understanding arms about her waist... She shook her head, trying to clear it of the growing desire that left a mounting warmth in her chest. It was unacceptable, blasphemous, her faith had been solid for decades, why now did she question it? Why now did she find herself falling into a heretical love?

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