^{random ask.}   

^{the weight of all things once holy is stripped of its essence,   left to lay here in the graveyard of mortals whose own death is existence.  the two faces occupying the space between pews  lost their halos and wings a long time ago,   to a past neither longs to remember.  for their own reasons.}

^{vicious’ words that were once cooled with camaraderie lost its soul of a man owed redemption    (  perhaps he never had a soul to begin with,   perhaps they were all just blind  )  and remain empty when they leave his mouth.  he is calm but so is spike   -   maybe this time will finally be the last,  and the incessant voices of memories that haunt him will silence forever. put to graves like his namesake among the syndicate three years ago.}

^{“ i’m just watching a bad dream i never wake up from. “     a string of words that masks itself as cold acceptance,  hand obscured by his jacket but clasped into the handle of his gun.}