Jeanne -- [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SkNjCfMjRXA]A Visitor[/url]

The silence was sacred, and she reveled in it without a word. 

Yet such tranquility could not last as she did have work to do, a city to watch over, people to protect. So at long last her eyes opened, she rose from her kneeling position, and slipped back out onto the central aisle. Along the crimson carpet bordered by gold she strode, and at long last she would stand before the great oaken doors once more. Her slender fingertips rose to trace along the silver edge of the doorknob only to abruptly pause with the sound of a string of curses just beyond the door. Despite such barbarism right on the step of the Lord's house, she did nothing. 

When there came a rapping upon the door however, she hesitated even further for several seconds. Opening this door meant interacting with whomever lay beyond it. Such a thought made her inwardly cringe, but a glimpse over her shoulder towards the rest of the church revealed that she was very much alone. There was no other choice to be had, so the door handle was taken, turned, and the great oak door swung wide to reveal an unassuming man. 

Before him stood the ascetic which so many had heard of. The angel without her wings; however, all that he would be able to see was the curve of her chin, and a pair of rosy lips beset upon pale skin. The rest of her face would be hidden beneath the golden edge of a hem that lined a hood of ivory color. Beneath such an edge however, she studied him. A bag of greasy food, no doubt - and a name: Terrell. A food delivery service, judging by the car bereft with rust that sat upon the street behind him. 

There was no one within the church anymore but herself. What precisely was he doing here? A prank caller? Or was it something more suspicious. Either way, the long silence and the biting cold would be broken by her voice. It was wondrously melancholy to hear, but again simply short by choice. "What is it?" She asked at first, keeping her words and inquiry alike as direct as possible. "If it is a delivery to this place, it was certainly made by mistake. I am the only one here, and I have not made any orders. Let alone a phone by which to make them."

[@ Afro Samurai]