𝕵𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬.

1 of 12. I've been his right hand man all along. Jesus is the reason I have high blood pressure. [half-parody, half-angst, all fiction | tw: suicide]

[𝕵𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬. @12thApostle]

† –– 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖊𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 –– †

[𝕵𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬. @12thApostle]

@TheNazarene_ ||: WELL HELLO

[𝕵𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬. @12thApostle]

@TheNazarene_ Live (sort of) and in-person. Never can stay away for long, can I?

[𝕵𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬. @12thApostle]

Oh, spectacular. Happy Tuesday to me.

[ᅠ ᅠ𓆩𖤐𓆪 ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ𝑽 𝑨 𝑳 𝑨 𝑲 || PARODY @ASYNCHORITOS]

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. . . There you got an
𝔄𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫 attention — a
little variation , for you .

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[𝕵𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬. @12thApostle]

Is it really too much to ask for FIVE MINUTES without the fire and brimstone lot?

[𝕵𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬. @12thApostle]

The last thing I want to see on the 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙮 rare occasion that I undertake the journey home is more bloody demons.

[𝕵𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬. @12thApostle]

@TheNazarene_ ~ time in darkness.

He doesn't feel the need to speak; he knows that Jesus will sense him. Know him. He takes a moment to release his vice grip on his pride, and he lays his head in Jesus's lap.

[𝕵𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬. @12thApostle]

@TheNazarene_ Ah, there he is. Precisely where Judas had expected to find him. If nothing else, he is...predictable. It's comforting, in a way. Safe.

Judas takes a seat at his side, allowing for the pretense that he is also here to bask in the shade. As if he doesn't spend enough of his ~

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Oh, goody. Look who's back.

[𝕵𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬. @12thApostle]

Is NOWHERE safe from him?

[𝕵𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬. @12thApostle]

Is it that time of the year already? Lovely. I'll have that drink now.

[𝕵𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬. @12thApostle]

@TheNazarene_ "Ah, yes. The prophecy." He sneers. "Wouldn't want to stray from that. What a merciful god, to dirty my hands with his crimes in the name of a prophecy that he designed."

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@TheNazarene_ "But who else? None of the others would have done it."

A faint smile. "Don't suppose you could've just turned yourself in."

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@TheNazarene_ "If only." He sits back down, deflated. Not as close to Jesus as he was before, but not far.

"What would you do differently?"

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@TheNazarene_ Judas looks down at him, an apology in his eyes. He hadn't meant to be so harsh. His temper these days is even shorter than it used to be.

"We have to play the hands we're dealt."

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@TheNazarene_ But what is truth? Not easy to define. We both have truths; are yours the same as mine?

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@TheNazarene_ "Just wishing it away, then."

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@TheNazarene_ "I can't be around you when you insist on shunning the truth. Hope will get us nowhere, not in our position. What's past is past. You have to accept that."

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@TheNazarene_ "Not fighting?" Judas scoffs. "That wouldn't be normal at all."

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@TheNazarene_ "Five minutes of what? Delusion? And for what?" Judas shoves the wine back at Jesus and stands.

"You haven't changed as much as you think."

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@TheNazarene_ "I'm afraid Hell would disagree," Judas mutters, lifting his head.

"This denial is dangerous. Eventually, you'll have to accept the way things are. The way they have to be. We can't—just. We can't."