bisexual zacharie
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Zacharie always saw him wandering through the zones, sometimes as a fleeting shadow crossing an abandoned street, sometimes as a silent figure stepping into his shop with the faint chime of the bell. The Batter, always the Batter. Whether it was to buy meat, tickets, or simply to linger like the strange entity he was, his presence clung to the air long after he left.
What really was the difference between a purifier and a priest? Zacharie didn’t know, and frankly, he didn’t care to. Names, titles, duties, labels were for people who needed rules to anchor them. The Batter was a man defined by something heavier than a word, something that lingered in the silence of his movements, in the way he never laughed at Zacharie’s jokes, never cracked a smile, never even breathed wrong.
(honestly what the heck is wrong with me? 💔)