It gladdens me to receive of your blessing even in my wickedness, to hear your confession in turn.
[ Trapped against the wall, at Zephirin's mercy, Francel makes an alluring picture, and Zephirin himself is not unmoved. He pauses to meet Francel's gaze as he comes to his lover's aid, baring Francel's legs as best he can, leaving the young priest's thighs on display, framed by folds of heavy fabric. Zephirin's gauntlets are the next barrier depriving them of the contact they both seek, but the knight knows to bide his time awhile longer.
The line blurs between this so-called confession and an interrogation; Father Joacin becomes the sinner, a guilty soul brought before the inquisitors. ]
What of your thoughts, then? [ Once more, Zephirin's lips brush against the blade of Francel's ear. ] Will you entrust them to me?
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[ Trapped against the wall, at Zephirin's mercy, Francel makes an alluring picture, and Zephirin himself is not unmoved. He pauses to meet Francel's gaze as he comes to his lover's aid, baring Francel's legs as best he can, leaving the young priest's thighs on display, framed by folds of heavy fabric. Zephirin's gauntlets are the next barrier depriving them of the contact they both seek, but the knight knows to bide his time awhile longer.
The line blurs between this so-called confession and an interrogation; Father Joacin becomes the sinner, a guilty soul brought before the inquisitors. ]
What of your thoughts, then? [ Once more, Zephirin's lips brush against the blade of Francel's ear. ] Will you entrust them to me?