father philip wittebane sighed in lamentation at the unfortunate circumstances that brought him here to the backwater parish he'd been assigned. once a normal priest in a church, father philip was now priest of his own in a rural setting, struggling to fill the pews for the sunday morning mass.
he'd been in this post for almost ten years now and in that time, there had been a few flaws. yet gis biggest one was always considered a hunger for affection. he was castrated at the childhood and now has constant pains and suffers from hormone misproportion.
after walking just a few yards, he pauses. no, not quite alone, he thought to himself as he spots a young lad sat on the bench nearby, facing away from him. they looks to be between eighteen and thirty years old, with short red hair tied back in a simple ponytail. he knows who that man is: harlam solarov, a sinful creature, claiming to be nor woman nor a man, now always nagging him at the church, trying to destroy his reputation in the city.
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harlam could feel the eyes of the priest on their back the moment he walked met his eyes. they surely seen him around before and knew that he sometimes came this way on his evening walks, that's the way to nag fucking priest a little more.
they heard the faint crunch of gravel under his feet, signalling that he was now walking once more. and when that stopped, they knew that he'd left the path and was now walking across the grass towards the bench they were occupying. It came as no surprise to the young queer when they heard the priest cough lightly behind them, clearing his throat to speak.
"if that isn't a superstar of all, jesus christ?" harlam asked, catching the priest off guard.
"you do never stop coming up with those... do you?" he asked the boy in a calm tone, not showing any irritation, "and if i have the right to ask, why do you sit here, obviously interrupting property of the church? I don't believe you have the right to be here at this hour." he added.
"It's quite simple, sainty. I have the right to be wherever i want whenever. it's my home you interrupted with your transphobic bullshit. only a priest could stink so strongly of incense and not notice, and you are the only priest being so goddamn bothering in notime." the man replied. "now that I've made it clear, how about you answer me for once? like, a lost soul and stuff? try to use your imagination. the fuck you are so brainwashed?"
harlam could practically hear the blood coursing through the priest's veins as they asked her innocent question, could tell that it was moving towards his member and swelling it with unpriestly annoyed aura he gave as he heard the attack innuendo in queers question that simply wasn't there.
"It's getting pretty late, I just wanted to make sure that you're alright. young girls like you shouldn't be out so late on their own."
just as harlam was about to answer and tell the priest that he could go fuck himself, not hearing what they ment, they instantly pushed priest in a shoulder... and a men fell, like if he was weighting nothing. that was... weird. almost every church member harlam could remember was a fat bastard with filthy intentions, but that one seemed... fragile. almost anorexic.
"um, you- well, sorry, i didn't mean to..."