Gideon
the priest
Give your heart and soul to charity
'Cause the rest of you
'Cause the rest of you
Gideon couldn't help but chuckle at Amalia's shocked face as she spun around to see him; the moment did for a second flash him back to the Temple in the Hollowed Grounds, the wide eyes of the Ascended he had ended, but no regret came with the memory; just a simple connection. For a moment he thought she might run away, bizarrely; given her position as a Demi God, if she asked him to place her upon a silk bed and feed her grapes, he would do it, after all.
Probably not happily, but he would do it.
"I'm going to be moving around the candles and altar so that the congregation can queue to have their private prayers and consultations." Advice and promised messages carried across, a day in the life of the Temples priest. "On this stone floor, it's never quiet. If you don't mind that though, you can stay - maybe even help." Gideon raised his eyebrows, reaching out to grab one of the candelabras and take it to the edge of the hall.
Probably not happily, but he would do it.
"I'm going to be moving around the candles and altar so that the congregation can queue to have their private prayers and consultations." Advice and promised messages carried across, a day in the life of the Temples priest. "On this stone floor, it's never quiet. If you don't mind that though, you can stay - maybe even help." Gideon raised his eyebrows, reaching out to grab one of the candelabras and take it to the edge of the hall.
The best of you, Honey, belongs to me
