fear. that's what i felt when he looked at me. His smoldering eyes, like that of a half burned cigarette, lit a hole in my faith. This was a test from god, i was sure of it. But damn him and his slicked hair and perfectly tanned hide, salted from work on the sea and the stifling hot church. Yea. that's why i was sweating. He sat in the front pew, intently listening as my father spoke of the damnation in hell for homosexuality. Karkat had long since stopped listening. He was caught with the strider boy again, Not that i really cared. I had tried to raise him proper, seeing as dad was almost always overseas working on some project. Help give vaccines, run supplies to south america, give bibles and wells to haiti. The list went on and on of things he worked on through the church. Thus leading me to my current predicament. Stuck in north america surrounded by burned necks and pot growers. I confess, Perhaps i wasn't given the lord or my father’s good will and love for *almost* everyone.
Looking back at the eldest ampora child again, i noticed he had his younger brother with him. Eridan, i believe his name was. I smiled, remembering the fight behind the church eridan had with my younger brother as i gazed as the two shiners he bore. At Least karkat liked it here, he enjoined “cooning” people after strider boy taught him how to do it with a… rather intimate first hand experience. I suppose karkat is a masochist i mused. It seemed like a good fi- stop. that vantas. you're a child of the lord. Not some sinning ruffian. To even contemplate your own brothers sexual fantasies, you were disgusting. I hadn't noticed my father was done preaching until a makeup heavy arm nudged mine.
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Fanfictionkankri, a preacher's boy and the son of the signles, strugles with being interested with cronus. a bad boy type who works on the docks
