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“Forgive me Father for I have sinned...”
Dahlia’s hair was messily ruffled by the wind, as he rushed to the Favonius Cathedral and fell to his knees quickly.
“I have looked at another man in the most sinful manner, forgive me, oh Anemo Archon!”
The Cathedral was empty. Dahlia hoped it would be, yet nothing could have possibly stopped him from this terrible confession, considering the state of amuck he was in.
“Forgive me for I have desired the touch of another man,”
It had never happened before. He had always been of pure mind. And yet... this bard made his legs weak and his head awfully lustful.
“I longed for him entirely, I might be leaning towards insanity I fear, oh Barbatos!”
Dahlia had found something divinely... no, that’s blasphemy... beautifully magnetic in Venti’s eyes. No matter how much he wanted to back away – he couldn’t.
“I wished to intertwine my fingers with his, to taste his delicate lips,”
He couldn’t think of any proper words to apologise for such a horrible thing. He could not cleanse his mind from these godless thoughts.
“Forgive me, oh Lord Barbatos!”
He exclaimed, his knuckles white from how harshly he had pressed his palms together. The blonde could feel his stomach sink along with the realisation of not being truly sorry.
A wrongful act it was indeed. A foolishly reckless one at that. Dahlia’s eyes have already filled with salty tears by then.
Despite the door being closed, he could feel a soft breeze of wind surrounding him. The man looked around, yet nothing changed.
The wind, like a hand, gentle and light, brushed away the tears rolling down along his cheeks.
The wind, like a lover, sweet and soothing, pressed itself against his lips.
He caught a quiet whisper carried by the current, he knew this voice, of course he did.
“My Deacon, there is no thing to forgive, if the act of love is pure, then love”