Maria Shulman held her boyfriend captive in her arms. Her dilated pupils stayed locked on Sheonog while her hands roamed freely over Stephen’s chest. She whispered in her boyfriend’s ear and her teeth tugged at his earlobe. Young Stephen flushed and then nodded.
Father Flaherty watched the couple exiting the chapel hastily with amusement.
“Are you sure this isn’t witchcraft of some sort? You cannot control this effect?”
“Others have thought that. Some villagers in France once chased me away with pitchforks and torches. There’s some magic involved, that just comes from being a gargoyle, but it’s partly psychological and doesn’t seem to be inimical. There won’t be any local demon-children or a general rise in evil or anything.”
Shenog settled his heavy stone body into the relaxed kneeling position customary to his race.
“It’s muted by range, which is why we generally hang out on rooftops. I tend to inspire more “charming gothic romance” when viewed at a distance, instead of the close-up “wicked lustful thoughts” effect. Which is why I asked to rent your belfry, Father.”
“You might even be good for the parish population, if we established some sort of newlywed chapel belfry tour…”
197 words, for this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt:
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I liked that. I can see a baby boom if they do the tours 🙂
Just keep him away from the high school!
HAHA oh god yes.
They don’t need any mystical viagra, they got teen boys.
LOL so true
Very amusing
Thank you, sir.
How funny. Great story. I love the description of him settling “into the relaxed kneeling position customary to his race.”
Sittin’ back on his haunches, demon-tail wrapped round his legs? Something like that in my mental image,
Those guys sit in one position for years.
Interesting take. Gargoyle equals lust – love?
Well… Not traditionally. But hey, felt like giving him some personality. Poor statue.
We’ll gives him a purpose I guess 🙂
Well THAT was different. lol
I wanted to do something with a gargoyle for a while now. Belfry just provided a good excuse.