forbidden
April 27 2021 / Prompt: Forbidden
M / CW implied uh inappropriate acts in a church
“Saint Potter,” he sneers, twisting his way through the pews, lithe and serpentine.
In the stillness of an empty cathedral, he looks almost angelic. Pale hair lit in a halo of flickering candlelight, cheekbones carved with stained glass shards of colour.
But I know better.
He looks down on me now, though pride has always been the least of his sins. The sharp point of his chin juts up to reveal the tender apple of his throat. I want to kiss it. I want to rip it out with my teeth. Even still, I am tempted.
I know he should repent, should beg me for forgiveness. It’s the least he could do after everything.
I should know better.
And yet, once he reaches the altar, it’s me on my knees.