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--- Flashback ---
--- 20 Years Ago ---
--- 13th of May, 1944 ---

"You have to be kidding me for your wild dreams, Timothy!" The older sibling from the Howards, Seth managed to fashion the flat of his mammoth, parchment hand to mischievously affable patting his younger brother's shoulder blade as their figures barely inched due to their perpendicular seats arrangement on the dining table. "It's such a blue moon to possibly envision yourself as something that is as revered as the English Queen or the American president, himself." Elaborating a blatantly guttural, healthily jovial sniggers choiring John along with Jacqueline Dunbar and Trevor Clancy parting their lips into soft O leaking their fish and chips-stained grins and flicking up their pair of gemstones to imbibe the younger Howard's parchment, youthful complexion darkening its naturally ghostly pale shade into profusely healthy, unconditionally vibrant scarlet. Ruthlessly childlike embarrassment etched his very facial attributes.

A quarter an hour after the whole family have gathered on the dining table in the opulently cozy, heavenly welcoming dining room to populate their seats for dinner time, subsequently galore of mere and complex conversations crossed the crossroads of the nocturnal daily routine about the daily lives of Jacqueline Dunbar and her husband, besides their children evolving the youngest additions to the wealthy household. A quarter an hour of profoundly blatant, hedonsitically delightful slurs, commonly encountered through the dining crossroads of the dining room from the indulgent bite of the dinner meal to the instantaneously greedy swig of a goblet pooled bloody red liquor and its incredibly breathtaking, mouth-watering sip sweetening the berry-coloured tongues, throughout hydrating the organs and the pits of the stomachs.

Eventually Seth was a young man in his very young, beloved adulthood that equated to no older than nineteen-year-old gentleman whose physique somewhat candidly eye-catching emulated to his younger brother, Timothy, due to their short mops of silkenly glossy, photogenic ally exquisite chestnut strands framing authentically their profiles. Seth's outstandingly glowing lapis lazuli jewels kindled the very flames of his one of a kind nature and the scintillatingly vibrant warmness piercing his indiscernible jet-black pupils. His unblemished porcelain skin tone matching exquisitely with his charming, nubilely youthful facial attributes. His height slightly inscribed his anatomy to tower Timothy with a handful of inches due to their innocenous age gap that parted their maturity and perspective in general.

What the British siblings candidly shared in common was their keen enthusiasm into Classic and English Literature, besides the cricket games staged outdoors whether in the hideously exuberant rainy or otherwise pleasantly sunny climate swaddling them promisingly. In spite of their innocenuous age difference, the older brunet has already started attending college for a year at least and his marks were prominently dropping due to his sonly established serious relationship with a lassie circa his age and having regular dates after school without the knowledge of the Trevor and Jacqueline at all.

It wasn't easy for the young gentleman to moderately harmonize his young love for a young woman that was exactly his age and his authentically remarkable studies. Every youngster either dropped out of school due to their meagerly lukewarm enthusiasm to resume their studies or otherwise struggling to caulking the patchy spiderweb of seams of their behind-the-scenes and outdoors lives as well.

Whereas the youngest addition to the fortune household was actually Anna Rosemary Howard whose age gap she exchanged even with the youngest male of the Howards was a handful of years solely. Or rather, interpeted freely to tick its sheerly innocenuous age range in two years.

The young lady's skin tone exquisitely matched with her dainty, childlike beauteous facial attributes as it was ghostly pale. A healthily ghost pale pattern. Unlike her brothers, the young lady has indisputably devilish inherited her mother's pleasantly nude pink, insatiably plump lips that could blur any patterns of bold despodency or on the contrary the pure euphoria etching to accent her adorable dimples and crinkling elegantly her lower eyelids. Her sapphire blue minerals kindled its vibrantly glowing sanctums of childlike goodwill and poetic intelligence, besides the inexorably sheer ingeniousness maneuvering its spiral circulation around her indiscernible jet-black pupils. Her halo ringlet of cinnamon brown velvet locks descended her shoulders and exquisitely curtaining her profile. Last but not least, her height could be gauged no more than 5'4 and her body structure emulating to doubtlessly average.

Unlike the other family members of the Howards that were fully aware of the consequences of the priesthood that was gearing up the future plans of Timothy, the youngster seemed the most anodyne person that has ever seated on the kitchen table during the family dinner nights that was allegedly the mission to harmonize their tough, long days into a sorely painless gathering.

Unlike John whose passion in the studies didn't cease when he was behind the scenes after his late arrivals at home, due to the ethereally timeless social life he developed with a sympathetic girl circa his age after finishing their classes, the young man was the future man of the cloth's seniors that equated to full few years. His light chestnut hair gingerly capped his scalp paired with his indiscernible dark cocoa brown cabochons igniting the very flames of his altruistically bright, balmy nature leaking through his indiscreet sable pupils mirroring the manipupated reflection. He stood approximately his younger brother's height, in spite of their lesser age gap they traded altogether. His extraordinary lusterly milky skin tone accented his facial attributes.

"What is wrong with having the wish to become a priest?" Manoeuvring to incline quizzically his eyebrow spotlighting prominently his great bewilderment at Seth's headstrong disapproval and incredulity blending phenomenally fiendish against the divinely gold dreams that drastically amplified its vivid flashes into the reverie scenarios blotching the very thoughts.

"Becoming a priest?" The haphazardness of the middle-aged lady's austerely frigid, dry-throated inquiry accentuating her purely murderous incredulity into her youngest son's divinely golden dreams for his future life manoeuvred her subsequent dramatically frigid pause to be stunged while curling her delicate, palish fingers to buff its soft brace around the goblet and lifting it weightless entity to take a childishly innocent sip of the scrumptious red liquor lacing her tongue tip. The relentlessly icy blizzard of the uncomfortable doldrum pierced the very walls of the dining room as if an invincibly huge storm assaulted the Howards' property and leaving them not only beyond overwhelmingly speechless, but also deplorably homeless. "You must be joking, Tim!"

"Becoming a priest is one of the toughest and the most regrettable decisions ever to do in your own short life, son!" The huskily inebriated, yet emotionless undertones extraordinarily billowed up Trevor's bizarrely velvety declaim, squiting up his lapis lazuli gemstones at the youngest gentleman and offering him a primly sympathetic, vaguely foggy smirk plunging the corner of his wine-stained lip. "It's like feeding the tigers and the most vicious animals for us and thinking you are having great chances to survive unless their wolfy hunger and lividness makes them consuming you in a single bite."

"I'm just wanting to help the people and to be their beacon of the light and goodwill! Isn't it too simple to explain to you my wishes?"

"There is nothing wrong with helping the others," An Inevitably cold-blooded pause dramatically blasted the kitchen table while the banker managed to sip of his wineglass genuinely idle to stifle the dozens of frustrated noises to rumble up the cells. "But you don't realize that you have to keep yourself utterly unstained and not having a wife by your side and children. Mostly elderly men that could be your grandfathers are dedicating their lives to the church instead young men like you and your brothers to serve the miserable cloth of chastity."

"Mom and dad, what is a priest?" Through recurring hiccups bizarrely coating the slyly hideous thickness beneath her throat's tender muscles shield, the brunette knitted together her thin, elegantly dark eyebrows to the bridge of her nose and darting an insecurely pleading gaze at the wed pairing to harvest the luxurious crop of accurate answers she was eagerly looking for. "Are they good people?" Anna Rosemary's lacking knowledge about the ecclesiastically sacred title and its sequence of chastity behind the scenes mamifested to arouse her fiery interest to discover more about the questionable future career of choice of Timothy, whereas Jacqueline and Trevor shifted their abrupt attention to their only daughter, offering her an amicably healthy, breathy chuckles shortly before maneuvering their waltzing fingers around the goblets to be lifted and gingerly quivering past their facial muscles until their lips parted softly.

Of course, the brothers of the Howards couldn't be more intensifyingly vast dumbfound by their youngest sibling's childlikely blameless inquisitiveness at all! Of course, that was about to flow its bonus questions and utterances that could be deposited inwardly for the behind the scenes! Anyway that was another family dinner gathering like each evening. The morbidly weak oblivion rumbled up the patchy hollow of hopelessness to cease the very memories of the horde.

"Sweetheart, the priests are good people even if there are amidst them terrible, rotten apples!" In the meanwhile, the youngest gentleman's pristinely deft, marbled fingers registered to toy with his silver fork and absent-mindedly ticking its disquieting clank against the flimsy entity's surface, dawdling his coffee brown big, rotund depths imbibing the landscape of his parents explaining simply to the young girl about the genuine notion of the word. "Moreover, God calls them at different ages, in order to join the church and take their vows and serving their duties. Once they are solemnly taking their first vows of chastity and taking their lives into their own hands to deprive themselves from the freedom even if their youth offers them, therefore they don't have any time for friends, families and lovers."

"I understood." The instanteously razor-edged perspective of the young girl assimilated and fathomed the true notion of the hallowedly authentic exemplar, the suddenness of the adolescent lifting up his rear from his chair and slowly but surely scurring out of the dining table caught off guard the majority of the family members numbering the adults."Thank you for explaining to me!"

"Always for you, Anna!" Once the future clergyman managed to flee the dining room and escorted by ocean of uncomfortably inquisitive embers glazing his back, consequently a medley of childlike misunderstanding, diabolical misery and spine-chilling alienation lacerated furiously his flimsy heart and steeping its myriad of glassily crystal fragments into a lake of heartbreak frouncing in the pit of his stomach icily inevitable.

What it unnerved more than anything him was his parents not embracing his youngest son's future golden ambitions that weren't linked to his older siblings' otherwise. A foreign sentiment crawled momentarily to palpitate up its contagious adrenaline through his venomous veins and hypodermically heating his muscles. What it conveyed its stormy tempest of vigorously invincible, incredibly untouchable emotions and feelings equating to the relentlessly unholy heartbreak and baleful fiasco of assimilating and comprehending the concept of Timothy's future career to differ.

The monumental world was a site of the crudely cold hell of opulent crops he's harvesting of frustration and misunderstanding and ghostwriting his timidly brittle fingers to daub circa the impossible even when his siblings and parents were exceedingly aware the hallowed book had being repetitively re-read. Or otherwise, the site must be emphatically labeled with the outstanding, grotesquely realistic exemplar of hell where the unwelcomingly chromatic, wicked demons masking the real identities of the people as dominos darkened their façades and the wee inkling of false hopes and frigid bertrayal accentuating their once delivered out promises.

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--- End of Flashback ---

--- Back to the Reality ---

--- A Couple of Hours Later ---

--- 5th of December, 1964 ---

Just a couple of hours of dynamic roller coaster descending its vagons through the welcomingly promising events situated back in the eve of the twilight, the men of the cloth and the psychiatrist have retired from your flat and left you and Timothy to collect sufficiently healthy rest throughout the evening hours.

After acknowledging the amibitious Monsignor's current status due to the unevenly sluggish, nevertheless devilishly megawatt heart pulses pumping his toned torso and then gushing down freely, recklessly its refreshing oxygen through his tiny, flexible nostrils, a coherent speck of relief unceasingly inscribed its ink curves to highlight its majestic exemplar's sentiment embroidering hypodermically your chest. Even the second conjuration of the formerly possessed holy man couldn't guarantee its meager chances to elaborate an unevenly reluctant blink after reining off his frail eyelids, depositing its lethally succumbing weight of the slumber after the spontaneous blackout when the hired exorcists and psychiatrist played their own cards right with the dozens of recited prayers. There was a hope and there's still hope.

Notwithstanding the circumstances, in the next a couple of hours you're presumed to get ready for work after having a week-off. The very thought of getting back to work certainly plagued its scorge of unbeatable sentiment to gyrate your hurricane of thoughts to crinkle its ball of discomfort inexorably meandering in the pit of your stomach. Even though your workplace was amidst your fewest least favorite locations and the breaks were meager, at least the week-off from serving your duties modestly mousy was even more worth than ever.

A week away from the infectiously venomous plague of pressure, immense stress and undeservedly threadbare tissues of nerves could formate your ordinary day as a waitress in the cafeteria. A week away from the ocean of blatantly mewled childishly whimsical babbles of the customers tingling alarming tones into your ears and eventually conveying its coherent waves of spiking your delicate epidermis with frostily electrifying goosebumps.

Beyond peacefully drifted off asleep and ominously obdurate swimming through the tempest of your abysmally tempting, inviting slumber and its divinely unrealistic reveries tinting your pinched closed eyes' vividly flashy pictures flashing into your vortex of thoughts and jumpcutting sooner or later, your nude pink, angelically cherub lips blatantly conjugated its dozens of subconscious light snores hovering up in the thin air of the living room. The abruptness of slurring angelically welcoming, affectionate peck compressed to the crown of your head dimly caught you off guard in no time when your E/C depths heinously perpetually struggled to elaborate its credulous blinks until you landed them on the much taller figure standing before the convenient sofa.

"T-Timothy?" Once your E/C roundish cabochons broadened to scan promptly the larger frame that immediately participated in your company by seating on the edge of the sofa, consequently your angelically cherub lips opted to buff its fashionably humble, sympathetically girlish smile gracing your façade. The heart pulses' acceleration escalated rabidly rapid once the British compatriot paid a visit to the living room to behold him in the very wee hours of the morning. Yet the nocturnally starless blackness streamed bountifully in the site. Little did you know the survival chances of the exorcism that could be numbered even a second one could bestow its gracefully unique, pearly precious life to its former victim of spiritual possession to pursue eagerly his own ambitions and celestially wild dreams. "I'm really happy you made it up to there."

"I'm rather happy you supported me and sacrificed your entire week to take a good care of me even when sometimes I deserved it the least, Y/N." A feebly cherubically, broad smile adorned the older gentleman's unhealthily pallid, young-looking complexion whilst spearing your gaze with his smoky quartz as you raised an arch of your eyebrow perkily.

"Don't say that you didn't deserve it!" In the meanwhile, he ushered his colossal, masculinely creamy hand to yank your petite fiercely doting and his fingers knotting the rigid mountains and mild callouses of your fist underneath his swan thumb and fingertips circulating incessantly its elegant massage to emboldeningly soothe you on reflex. "You never fail to astonish me, Timothy!" Licking greedily sheepish your mouth after lolling your dry and strawberry-coloured tongue to smear its dew to lacquer your upper and lower oral tissues, his velvety British lilt's potently razor-edged emphasis of your name skewered your delicate flesh to swelter. The haphazardness of healthily bright pink hue darkening your young-looking, refreshingly wonderful facial attributes contagiously tickled your oral slit to braden in a jiffy.

In a long minute of cozily warm doldrum conveniently idle settling in the living room was dearly treasured by you and Timothy. Sometimes the cozily warm doldrums were strongly appreciated even with the favorite people where the body language and the maintenance of eye contact spoke volumes and leaking its vibrantly bright nuances of the illustration. Sometimes the hush could be a severely meaningful, authentically reliable medication for galore of symptoms that were associated not only physically, but also mentally.

The same old devotional member of the clergy was back. Again. Regardless the viciously inescapable spiritual possession engulfing each functioning ounce of his anatomy or his perfectly mere condition, consequently the aspiring Monsignor grew on you abruptly. Spontaneously abruptly.

"Rara avis, I'm planning something really emphatic to take in my hands!" Almost a distinctive mumble bubbled up from his Adam's apple, lingering his innocently seductive, scintillatingly affable ogle pronging yours as his fragile fingertips daubed its circulations of massages on your fist, melting into his hallowedly nirvanic touch.

"What are you up to, Timothy?"

"It's not really an easy decision, but I'm deadly serious about it." Emitting a heavy sigh at the top of his brittle lungs, thus you were all ears to his categorical decision to be eavesdropped. "From this morning, I'm officially resigning from the church and I don't see any eventual potential to invest into the church and everything else that was once under my responsibility."

"W-What about Jude?" Overwhelming nonplus and brilliantly vast bewilderment foamed fiercely your E/C orbs, whilst worrying your front pearly white teeth to ruthlessly subconscious, reckless nibble the raw spot of your bottom lip.

"She has own life and dreams. I won't deprive her from her own dreams and life." Clearing his throat after muffling its hoarseness with the palm of his solely free colossal, virginally milky hand, throughout he flamed its divinely gilt benevolence to illuminate his very persona. "I'm having still hopes to construct my own new life with new dreams and ambitions."

Author's Note: And here we go with a flashback illustrating Timothy's adolescence where he earned rapidly the disapproval from his family to serve the cloth of chastity. Furthermore, I'd like to apologize for the sloppy and uninteresting chapter, howsoever, I tried my best to please you with some action and dialogues that are worth even for a brief chapter.

Furthermore, I'm genuinely blissful that Timothy is no longer suffering from spiritual possession though I also miss his villanious character.

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