Theo’s aspirations were both complex and mundane.
He had been content within the confines and routine of his dutiful work, peppered with salutations and self-admonishments - however, he did find himself throughout the night, wishing for the soft company of a woman. In the midnight hours Theo desired desperately to replace his cold monastic life with the comfort of a warm and wanting wife.
Try as he might, Theo was restless and confused. The dark nights accumulated, and, on the eve of his fortieth birthday, this middle aged Monk took himself out to the uppermost ledge of the enclave and wrapped his stringy belt around his neck.
Murmur, on his nightly rounds had found him dangling in a hapless way.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
He had been content within the confines and routine of his dutiful work, peppered with salutations and self-admonishments - however, he did find himself throughout the night, wishing for the soft company of a woman. In the midnight hours Theo desired desperately to replace his cold monastic life with the comfort of a warm and wanting wife.
Try as he might, Theo was restless and confused. The dark nights accumulated, and, on the eve of his fortieth birthday, this middle aged Monk took himself out to the uppermost ledge of the enclave and wrapped his stringy belt around his neck.
Murmur, on his nightly rounds had found him dangling in a hapless way.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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