The wind whistled loudly. The tree branches above rocked and swayed and Brandon could feel chills running along his back. He had only come out to see the stars since they were pretty at this time of night. However, he wasn't expecting the wind to pick up like they were in the middle of a brutal typhoon.
Everyone else had already gone to bed, but Brandon wanted to stay up. This was even though it was a time when only someone out of their mind would do that. Solitude was comfort.
Being alone meant he had time all to himself and could think about or reminisce about anything he thought fit without getting interrupted. The time was late. The clock struck 3 am with a soft click. Brandon sighed. If he rested, he would only have five hours to sleep.
Brandon admired the exquisite night sky last before returning to the building. He was only halfway towards the door when his body stopped, turning towards his right after hearing what sounded like a branch breaking.
Brandon narrowed his eyes and searched around him. It was dark. Very dark, to be frank, almost pitch black if you can. Brandon thought they needed outdoor lamps, for god's sake. Standing there like a fool for a minute and seeing nothing to detect, Brandon headed towards his quarters.
Just some pesky cats, thought Brandon.
Brandon fell asleep quickly as soon as his head hit his pillow's cold softness. Unfortunately, morning hit quickly and before Brandon knew it, the day had begun.
"Good morning Father Welch", came a soft reply that if Brandon wasn't paying attention, he wouldn't have heard. Turning towards the tiny figure and giving her the finest smile he could offer in his tired state, Brandon responded.
"Good morning sister Mary. I see you have gained a fresh hairstyle today as well." The smile on Mary's face became wilder in the knowledge that Brandon noticed her new hairstyle today. "It's nothing much, Father, for I wanted to try something new," Mary replied. Brandon hummed before signaling for Mary to walk ahead of him. "Since we've bumped into each other today, should we head to breakfast together?"
The dining hall was full, and it didn't take them long before they got their food and sat down at a nearby table. A few conversations here and there and Brandon soon stood outside Saint Hill's University. Long story short, Brandon and his big mouth got him here.
A soft sigh left his lips before he headed towards the dean's office. There were talks at the church about volunteering to have classes in religion with Brandon Welch, everyone's favorite priest. He was definitely the first on the tribute list.
As he walked past the tired and curious students of the college, there was a simple 'Good morning father' and 'It's a pleasure to see you, Pastor Welch.' Brandon nodded at each and every reply before he softly knocked on the dean's door. There was a deep muffled 'Come in' before Brandon slowly opened the door to reveal a black-clad man sitting at his desk.
He bore a nonchalant face, dark brown eyes quickly scanning the computer in front of him and rough hands typing quickly on the keyboard. He wore a black suit that fit him perfectly, even sitting down. He tied his gray hair behind him in a man bun. The melanin on his skin looked smooth and oily, not a wrinkle.
If Brandon was a young woman who liked older men, the Dean would definitely be on his list at number one. There was a pause in silence before the Dean finally looked up from his computer, his dark brown eyes eyeing Brandon up and down with a raise of his eyebrow before he clicked his tongue.
"You must be the priest Saint Hill's church sent. Although I expected a well-adverse priest, I didn't expect them to send their ace", the dean said. Oh, even his voice was pleasant, Brandon thought. His typing had stopped, and he got up from his seat and headed towards Brandon. He held out his hand and smiled.
"Michael Miller, it's a pleasure meeting you today, Father Brandon Welch"
And thus, Brandon's Biblical reciting began.