Small flash fics dedicated to the characters and relationships of the Midnight Mass miniseries, written with the help of the special words of Writober 2021 ♥
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(Riley/John Pruitt - Monsignor Paul Hill)
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Bones, flesh, blood; perhaps a soul. John touches it lightly with a finger that runs along his motionless silhouette on the ground. He feels him under his fingertips, and Riley doesn't even make a sound. He is dead, but something is still there, ready to return; what no longer exists is a shadow, the one that the light casts on the floor when it encounters an obstacle. The latest sign of a humanity that no longer belongs to Riley. Neither belongs to John.
The shadow is gone along with his breaths - there is only a pillar of salt left ready to break at one, wrong touch.
John touches a cheekbone and the shape of the nose, then the mouth and there the finger trembles. Time stops, the light flickers; for a second there is nothing left, not even God.
God . May he forgive him for what he did but, inside, John knows that Riley that gift deserves it more than anyone else in the world.
Even more than he deserved it.
The End
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Author notes:
it is deliberately ambiguous because I am crazy, I have problems and I ship unlikely / impossible / amoral and strange couples XD but you can also read it as a normal interaction, after all John has never hidden this predilection for Riley, right? XD
(See how I try to extricate myself from this very dense knot of amorality XD)
Thanks to those who have decided to read this delirium, but when one is obsessed, she is obsessed with ♥
