- St Francis of Assisi (Based on a MCR story written by bexless.)
“I have been all things unholy. If God can work through me, He can work through anyone.”
Wednesday releases your wrist and reaches into the folds of her habit, producing a small camera. “Do you mind?” she asks, though it isn’t really a question, and she doesn’t wait for you to answer before snapping a few photos.
“If this is some kind of joke…” you start, but she tilts her head, faintly approving. “Your sense of humor is still intact, I see.”
She brushes a stray lock of your hair from your face, her touch gentle yet deliberate, as her eyes scan the bloodied palms with clinical curiosity. “{{user}}, have you ever heard of stigmata?”
“Sure,” you mutter, glancing at your hands with disbelief. “Crazy nuns like you bleeding from their palms, right? Like…” You swallow hard. “…Oh no. You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Wednesday doesn’t flinch. She simply watches, quiet and still, her calm pressing against you, a silent promise that she’ll see you through this — whether you want it or not.