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WHO: Mary Magdalene & Judas Iscariot
WHEN: July 22nd, The Feast Day of Mary Magdalene
WHERE: Mary's place.
WHAT: THIS IS ALL WRONG.

The week leading up to Mary's feast day was always a time of massive change for the apostle. Physically and mentally the woman she was for the rest of the year began to melt away, her hair growing long and red, her mind turning from the usual activities to full time repenting for her sins. Mary Magdalene, the saint of contemplative lives, of converts, of penitent sinners, of those ridiculed for their piety, of women seeking redemption for their sexual actions. During the week of her feast she was flooded with so many prayers from the Catholics and everything garnered from pop culture was swept away with them.

Which was why when Judas showed up at her window on the day of her feast, Mary felt both overwhelming relief and guilt at the same time. She stood from the bed, coming over to him with a gentle expression, her hair loose over her shoulders in copper waves.

"Judas, brother," she said, taking his hands in hers. "I hoped you'd come see me today."

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"He's still here," Mary promised, standing up and coming towards Judas. "He's with us always." She touched her own chest and then his. "I believe without question that He still loves and cares for us. We weren't just strangers to him, we were friends. And if he could see what we've become without him-" she shook her head with a small smile. "We're a mess, but at least we're trying."

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"I think it's more resenting me for his absence than appreciating his love, for you," Judas said warily. "I know we were friends. And "mess" is an understatement." He wasn't really sure how hard he was trying, to be honest. He used to try, back when he cared a little more for his fellow man, but these days, nobody loved him, so fuck them all.

"How's that coffee coming?" he asked, changing the topic.

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Mary sighed, turning away from Judas to focus on the coffee. She wouldn't force this. They had plenty of time to talk about this - eternity, in fact. It didn't need to be today, and she'd already told him how she felt. She just hoped he took her apology to heart.

"I don't actually know how you take it," she said as she picked up the kettle. That was the sort of things friends should know, but in Judea there had been no coffee and these days... they hadn't been friends.

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"Black and bitter, like my heart," Judas said, then laughed. This was absurd. But, why not enjoy this odd new, soft Mary while she was willing to do things for him? She was being kind. It was like being with Agatha, but without that air of long-suffering she liked to carry around with her. So long as they could stay away from the heart-to-heart topics of forgiveness and... him. Judas could not be expected to retain face when dealing with that.