⠀⠀⠀ah.. [ a small nod of understanding, hands coming to grab the small notebook, but he doesn’t move for the pen. ]
⠀⠀⠀life can feel.. quite lost at times, no? but, rest assured, the man upstairs is watching over you.
⠀⠀⠀/ / BTW jesse does have a power called "genesis" in which he can control anyone to do what he says. he is pretty arrogant with this power but if you're not okay with him doing that to your muse please let me know !!!
( a nod as a silent thank you, uncapping the pen to write something down. he didn’t know how to word it, but he did his best )
( ‘don’t feel good enough’ the paper read )
⠀⠀⠀ came to the right place, of course. i was just wonderin’ since you ain’t the religious type, ‘n all that.
⠀⠀⠀ [ rounding his pulpit and coming down the small steps. ]
⠀⠀⠀ [ blink… blink— ] oh!
⠀⠀⠀ [ standing and walking to the pulpit at the front of the church. he grabs his own journal he uses to write down sermons, flipping to a new page. ]
⠀⠀⠀ here. [ he murmurs, handing him the journal and pen as he sits back down. ]
( making a writing signal, silently asking if he had a paper and pen so they could communicate instead of him just sitting in silence — moments like these are where he wished he could still talk )
⠀⠀⠀ that’s alright. i ain’t here to convert you to nothin’… but why’d ya come?
⠀⠀⠀ [ continuing to lean up against his pulpit, the bible beneath his forearms as he looks over at sainte. ]
⠀⠀⠀ a small frown, he can see the .. apprehensiveness in the other man’s eyes. he had once felt the same…
⠀⠀⠀ “ just made some coffee too. if you’d like some. ” shutting the door behind the other, he walks down the aisle, motioning for blake to follow.
There’s a wariness in his eyes as he regards the other man, before glancing at what lingers just past him. The sight alone of the double doors to the chapel have his knees weak, even as he scales the steps.
⠀⠀⠀jesse raised his hands in a placating gesture, staring directly into those glowing red eyes. the threat of danger almost makes him use genesis, but he calms himself, shifting in the pew.
⠀⠀⠀“ i was just sayin’ what ‘m seein’. ”
⠀⠀⠀he could ask ++
that... question. he doesn't like it. it's spot on, but he hates being read like an open book. the stop in his pacing is abrupt as he faces the other. his eyes burn red, and he jabs a finger in the preacher's direction. the anger's getting worse.
"i don't resort to anything."
⠀⠀⠀++ jesse continues keeping himself seated, just in case standing makes him seem like some kinda threat.
⠀⠀⠀“ but i got a question. if you truly believe He ain’t real, then why come here? to a church? to talk to me? i mean, if anyone’s gonna go preachin’ to ++