Against God [Under Edit And Hold]

Against God April 23 1829

" We should be talking about sending Francis away on his way. We helped him enough as it is. "
Arthur and Alfred quietly chatted after their prayers while the other worshipers have left near the pews.
The church was heavily quiet. The sun shine through the glass making the walls dance with color.
" I hate to say it but I must agree. I think he's over staying his visit." Added Arthur avoiding Alfred's gaze.
Alfred sighed and scratched his head. His eyes looked annoyed and his face scrunched in.
" You know sister..you're really starting to p- make me real angry now." His eyes met with Arthur's , who looked clearly insulted.
" Pardon me?! What do you mean made YOU angry?" His face turned dark and his voice rose.
"Well..ever..ever since the day ..I..i...I HELD you, you've been avoiding me ?! What you think I'm gonna jump like Mr.Frechie gonna do?! Is that why you treat me like scum?! " Alfred screamed, his voice echoing throughout the church.
Arthur's face flushed, clearly embarrassed. " What do you mean..?" He asked quietly clutching the bottom of his dress with his small fists.
Alfred sighed and turned away from Arthur to face the altar, his back turned from him.
" Don't play dumb with me, Sister.  Ever since the day you laid eyes on Francis, you've been under his spell. He rings for only you and constantly watches you! Don't tell me you didn't notice!" He snapped turning his head over his shoulder towards Arthur.
Arthur tried to defend himself with sometime, but merely stuttered than stopped trying and became quiet. He had to admit it, he had been on Francis's ..' Mind ' if you will. He's been called on him many times mostly just to talk with the lonely Frenchman. He must also admit that he noticed that Francis has been watching him from the corner of his eye.
Well that can't mean anything. Francis just enjoys his company that's all.
Yes. That's it.
Arthur scoffed. " if it were up to me, it sounds like you are jealous .." He said in a teasing tone.
Alfred's whole body  whipped around, his eyes full of pure fury and ...hurt.
Arthur was surprised. And scared. He'd NEVER seen Alfred like this before. He looked like someone giving judgment on the day. He looked like he did arose from hell himself.
" YOU INSUFFERABLE LITTLE WENCH! WHAT DO YOU MEAN JELOUS?! WHAT ON EARTH WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO PLAY WITH A MAN'S FEEL-"
"Excusez-moi?" Interrupted a small voice that echoed from across the church. The two vexed men held their tongues, and spun around to see Francis from the other side of the church,near the entrance.
Had he'd listened to the entire conversation?
Alfred sighed an irritable one and leaned closer to Arthur's ear.
Arthur's body quickly stiffed up but ceased when he heard Alfred snarl  " Have fun with the frog," and retreated to the west transept, leaving Arthur and the "frog"alone.
" My My, " said Francis as he  walked to Arthur. " zat was some battle non?"
Arthur sighed "how much did you hear?" He questioned.
Francis chuckled. " Nothzing important. " he walked on by before stopping at the altar.
The church's altar was nothing really special. Just a few silk robes ,encrusted with lines of gold , draped over it with a silver candle stand, fresh bread and the finest wine completed with a statue of Christ on the cross, his hands and feet bleeding from the nails hammered into it. His hair stayed down and his eyes closed.
Francis stared at Christ with content. His eyes softened and he put his hands behind his back and studied the statue.
Arthur's stood by him quietly. To him, Francis looked absolutely beautiful near the altar. His hair tied and clothes giving off his distinguished body figure. His eyes blue crystal and his skin soft. The sunlight from the high Windows formed some sort of halo around it.
Perhaps Alfred was right. Supposedly...he was placed under a spell.
" Sister Arthur , do you like me?" Francis asked bluntly.
Arthur wasn't ready. The question came out of the blue, like a bomb. Arthur wasn't ready. He couldn't believe Francis saw right through him!
Arthur's whole body shook! "W-w-what..?" He asked astonished. His heart started to pound madly, his mind fell into complete disarray  and his hands turned sweaty.
Francis threw back his head and laughed. " What a reaction! Most women just shy away and say yes. That was amusing!" He gasped between laughs, his voice bellowed all over the church.
His face then drew serious and his laughing ceased. " how long have you and Father Alfred known each other?" He asked.
Arthur answered " only for 2 years. I was rejected by the nuns in terms of socializing, so I ..erm..kept to myself. " Arthur looked at the glass windows as he spoke and his green eyes looked soft. He avoided looking the Frenchman in the eye. Francis was captivated by the nun's beauty. And so...his desire for him only grew stronger..
" but, father Alfred always.. made his ...duty to talk to me for reasons I shall never know. He is a good man, loyal, religious and hardworking. I trust him more that my own siblings. I ...lov-liked him more than my own flesh and blood. Silly right?!" Arthur was really contemplating the fact that he just opened up to this man.
Francis sighed. He closed his eyes. " ah love. The most beautiful thing in the world. A connection between two people and their desire to spend the rest of their days with one another, and willing to do anything to make it happen. "
the man opened his eyes , and to Arthur's surprise , were filled with tears.
" I lost my wife Amalina 6 years ago. I thought our days together would be endless. We would pick the fruit , sing , play and dance. But the next day..she was gone. " his tears rolled down his pale cheeks. " I had done something truly terrible and I never..got to say that I was..so sorry. " he broke down and covered his eyes with his gloved hands. His body shook from sobs. Arthur rushed to his side and embraced him.
The poor man. Everything he loved was taken away From him. Arthur knew what it felt like, he knew.
Francis stopped to looked to Arthur with red and wet eyes. Francis gave a small smile and asked, " do you think God will forgive me ?" He asked between sniffles.
Arthur answered with a sincere yes. " we are His servants and He loves us dearly. We ask for his mercy and he forgives us. But in turn we must bring good in this cruel world. Like your Amalina did." He hugged Francis tighter.
Francis nodded. " Oui that is true, no doubt. " he wiped his tears with the back of his hand, and pulled away from Arthur.
Silence.
"Sister would you please accompany to my room? I have something to give you." He said, Heading over to the pilgrims quarters.
" oh no, we nuns aren't allowed to have worldly belongings. " Arthur stammered.
" please ?" Pleaded the Frenchman." I'll be leaving soon so I'll need help with the bags too."
" I can't carry a heavy bag!" Protested Arthur, " that's a man's job. "
Francis looked at him quizzically. " aren't you..a man..sister ?" Arthur turned scarlet. " well..um..yes I believe so.." He stuttered walking past Francis. He chuckled.
Arthur walked ahead of Bonnefroy. He couldn't see his frog' s smug grin and licking his lips.
They entered the room and Francis insisted that Arthur go first than he. Francis shut the door behind himself and locked it. Arthur looked around. There were no bags . The bed was neatly made.
Arthur felt sick. Really sick.
Oh no.
" mr. Bonnefroy ..where are your bags..? " he managed to ask before Francis walked up behind him and pushed Arthur to the wall and pinned Arthur's hands with his one of his own and the other one clutching Arthur's chest.