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Do I dare make the fic intractable? Yes. The answer is yes. Why? Because I rarely do Y/N fics.

Anyway, rushed, indulgent, and fluff uwu I leave you to the lovely lady.

Word count: 1,555 Words

Bye bye now, hehe ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

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The church wasn't like any other space.

Entities have spaces that consist of their own ecosystem. The courtroom had its own place in the city, The brains' office building had its own property, and the memory schools had gates where they could enter and leave.

But not the church.

The church was in a space that was everywhere and nowhere.

A door would open, and instead of the expected room, you would be met with a portal to a void that was nothing but white.

If entered, all noise from the outside would be blocked out. The steps you take would echo to nowhere as the sound of wind came by occasionally. It's your choice whether you should head back home, or indulge in the feeling of the void.

The void is a neutral entity… it's where one goes when they are lost in thought. Most of the time it's white, the colour of blankness, as most random thoughts themselves are out of nowhere.

But the moment it gets dark? The darker the thought? Perhaps it's time to question if you're really truly alone.

The more one wanders, the emptier it feels. And it's a gamble… if you wander you could reach smaller, temporary spaces. They could span from a-- garden from the time you've considered gardening, to a car when you considered renting one. And then there are others completely out of context, such as a fish bowl on a tricycle.

You don't know what that one was about.

And then there were more permanent spaces in the void. Perhaps one that used to be a main space in the real world, now faded, and pushed back as a thought at the back of your head.

One of those spaces…

The Church

Sometimes, if one would wander far enough, they would hear the tune of a gentle organ enter their space, and in the distance, a white cathedral on its lonesome.

At first it was sort of eerie. It was incredibly quiet, and not to mention-- empty. Every word would echo, and the pitter patter of your steps would bounce louder against the walls.

Although the church was by itself, there was an area around it. A gushing waterfall leading to a river, leading to a garden. The grounds would be decorated in the religious statues of women, short with horns, as if they were cherubs.

You enter the main room of the church.

And that's when you see her.

A tall entity, blue in hue with garments od white and gold. At first she doesn't see you as her back was turned to pray at the altar of her saviour. She was alone, letting the moment with her lord be intimate and personal.

Silence.

And then she finished.

before she could even stand, she turned to you.

It was almost eerie the way she walked. The entity was elegant, beautiful, and unnaturally composed.

You couldn't help but stare at her face..

Absolutely bone chilling.

It was if it was ██████ ███ ████ ███ ████. ███ █████ ██████ ██████ ███ ████. ████████ ███ █████ ██ ████ ████████, ███ ████ ███ ██ ███ ████████.

And even still, she spoke gently.

She reached her hand out to you and you couldn't help but take it.

As hours went by, she promised to show you a special kind of love. But instead of falling in love with the lord you more so fell in love with… the people.

" The Pastor" so they called her—, seemed to be the main entity of this church, the ones working under her she referred to as " The Choir", or in a more personal sense, "The Lambs".

The followers taught you all about their activities done in the church:

The lambs scattered to help set up basins for foot washing service,

The Pastor would tell you of their tradition about bread and wine,

The smile that appeared on her face when you asked more about her faith,

They shared with you their bread and fish and…

…Apparently, you've come to learn that the Church's main source of food and water came from the altars. Since there was no ecosystem, their god would provide for them instead.

Their food seemed to be limited to bread and fish, as well as water. But when they were especially good, they would be treated to milk and honey.

The Pastor would give you her share of honey that day. She said it had been "the least she could do after you had been such lovely company"

You would leave the church that day thinking it had been a temporary lovely visit.

But you would return.

Again,

And again,

Until you became the one and only regular visitor.

Everytime you came, the lambs would scatter to take a peek at you from the windows, and the Pastor would get more and more informal with how she moved.

She would catch herself smiling, holding back her excitement to run and see you!

" My child!" She would greet you.

Come one visit, The worshippers have grown quite comfortable with you. There came a point where they would like to show you where they slept overnight.

While the choir prepared for bed, cleaning themselves in the church restrooms, The Pastor would bring you to the… ridiculous amount of stairs leading to the attic… to their bedroom.

Since the church was large, the attic was too. It consisted of multiple matts on the floor neatly arranged, while shrines of their saviour decorated a corner.

What was most notable was the Pastor's bed. Grand with white sheets, circular in shape, one could compare it to a human-sized dog bed but with a lovely canopy with white and gold curtains.

She would sit on it, hands politely on her lap as she explained how their nightly routine would go.

She mentioned that although the lambs were comfortable sleeping on their mats on the floor, she admitted that they would occasionally join her in bed, and she would be buried in a pile of wool!

She giggled.

When the lambs entered you would be treated with fun activities. Before bed, they would chat amongst each other while you spoke with the pastor. They would tell eachother secrets and write in their diaries.

Some lambs would gather around you two all restful, some laid their head on the pastor's shoulders, one laid her head on her lap, and some slept at her feet.

They listened to the both of you talk while they let themselves rest. The lambs would tell you embarrassing things about The Pastor the same way a mother would show their child's baby pictures.

" Her holiness once spilled wine on her clothes without noticing, and she would spend the rest of her day with a wine stain on her lap! "

The Pastor would cover her face, unable to look you in the eyes. " O-oh dear… " a clear look of embarrassment and her voice expressed it greatly.

You replied " Why didn't you tell her??"

" Her holiness just looked wonderful in any light… " the lambs swooned. " We did not think anything was wrong! "

" I didn't have time to change before prayer time and, well, I-I apologised so much to the lord for being so unkempt..."

" Awe.. " You replied. " I'm sure he didn't mind though, right? "

"... I do…" the Pastor said, her voice high in embarrassment. She was truly flustered, completely unable to look you in the eyes again.

The lambs laughed light heartedly as they rubbed her back, saying their sweet little "there there" s.

It would finally be time for bed. The choir slept amongst each other like a herd of sheep on a field at night. One would truly have to tip toe over them to get to the other side of the room.

You, the visitor, just sat in The Pastor's grand bed. You were able to dangle your feet from how high it was.

The Pastor would be the last to sleep as well as the last to change into her sleeping garments. Despite changing to something completely comfortable, it seems the chains stay overnight.

She entered the room:

" I'm truly sorry we kept you for so long, I did not intend to have you sleep over." The Pastor said as she lifted her dress to tiptoe over the sleeping lambs.

" Oh don't worry about it! I'm sorry for staying over, it feels like Im invading your space! " You said, then a thought came to mind. " Question though, uh… Do I sleep on the chairs or..? "

" Oh no… " she said with a chuckle, " You may sleep on my bed. It's truly the least I can do… and I only wish for you to be comfortable during your visit." She finally reached the side of the room, and later knelt on the floor with the sleeping lambs close by. " I'm able to find comfort on the flooring, And, the lambs' wool gives quite a cushiony experience. " She chuckled half jokingly.

You looked back at the bed and back at her. The bed was quite large, you could spread out all your limbs and still have plenty of space.

Looking down on the floor, it looked like the Pastor would have to sleep tightly in order to fit with the lambs… but she did insist on it.

#The Pastor #The headspace #writing #the choir #Reader fic #kisses her forehead

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