sunday was a man blessed with wisdom and endowed with insight: so much so, you wondered if the gaze of nous was cast upon him. but no, it was only xipes favor, their blessings reaching his senses and granting him prophecies the regular people could only dream of achieving.

youd always come to the altruistic priest, mind weighed down by worldly affairs, bearing worries only his heavenly guidance could dispel. his angelic appearance was a perfect indication of his nature — after all, he was favored by the aeons, and he never asked for anything in return for his everflowing kindness.

yes, fortunately for him, you were such a dense little thing, none the wiser to the fabricated nature of everything that left his mouth. he sat there, hands clasped together in his lap and back straightened against the chairs back as you told him about your latest quarrel with your lover.

oh, sweet summer child.

hed known. he wasnt learning anything new here, really. after all, how could he? hed been keeping a closer eye on you than anyone else. in fact, he was starting to suspect he knew you better than you knew yourself. he was all knowing when need be.

and it was thanks to this constant... information gathering of his, lets say, he could always give you just the pointers you needed — perhaps not the ones you wanted, nor the ones that served your best interest... but the ones that served his.