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The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay)

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The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · Nov 14

T͟H͟I͟N͟K͟ while you still have me
M͟O͟V͟E͟ while you still see me
You’ll be ｌｏｓｔ and you'll be
S͟O͟ S͟O͟R͟R͟Y͟ when I'm gone!

•JCS/BIBLICAL RP
•Descriptive
•Literate
•18+ for mature themes
•TW

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The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 4h

continuing.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe joy isn’t something to chase or understand. Maybe it’s just… something to let happen.”

The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 4h

She had a way of cutting through things, not with sharpness but with quiet clarity.

“I suppose it’s never been about being seen,” he said after a pause. “If I waited for that, I’d have stopped long ago.”

He lifted the cup, tasting the tea again, letting its warmth fill the silence before

The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 5h

Yesh slowly, carefully, eventually found his feet. With the assistance of one of her guards’ hand at his arm.

He was on his feet.

“Will you be gentle with me?”

Please?

The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 13h

“Really?”

The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 19h

“I could ask you the same thing.”

The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 20h

“Crowley?!”

The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 22h

I like to see what I’m up against before I start promising miracles.”

He chuckled softly at his own choice of words, as if amused by a private joke — then added, “Don’t worry. I’ve got time, and I don’t mind big projects. Especially when they’ve got good bones.”

The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 22h

He crouched down to examine the baseboard, running a calloused thumb along the trim. “Most people would’ve hired someone for this part,” he said lightly. “You’re not afraid of a little work.”

Straightening again, he nodded toward the stairs. “Why don’t you show me the worst of it first?

The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 22h

“Drywall, floors, paint — all doable,” he said after a moment. “Might take some time, but it’s nothing a bit of patience and care can’t fix.” He turned to her then, smiling with a kind of quiet sincerity that reached his eyes. “And it looks like you’ve already made a start.”

The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 22h

His gaze took in every detail —the careful painter’s tape, the faint cracks in the crown molding, the way light from the window fell across the scuffed floors. He didn’t look hurried or overwhelmed, only quietly thoughtful, as if he saw potential instead of problems.

The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 22h

Yeshua stepped inside, brushing a few drops of rain from his jacket before setting his tool bag down by the door. The place smelled faintly of plaster dust and old wood — the scent of new beginnings, he thought.

“Ah, I see what you mean,” he murmured, glancing around the hall.

The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 7d

sawdust still clung to the cuff of his sleeve.

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The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 7d

a man with good hands and an honest trade.

“Name’s Yeshua,” he offered, extending a hand. “I don’t charge much. Mostly just glad to have work — and a bit of company, if that’s not too much to ask.”

Outside, thunder rolled softly in the distance, and the faintest trace of-

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The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 7d

“Someone at the café down the street said you were looking for help with repairs. Cabinet hinges, shelves, maybe a door that won’t quite close right?”

He smiled faintly — polite, unassuming. Nothing about him suggested he was anything other than what he claimed to be:-

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The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 7d

When the door opened, he found himself facing Margo. She looked like someone who had seen her share of storms and learned how to stand through them anyway.

“Sorry to trouble you,” he began, voice soft, carrying a warmth that didn’t quite match the chill in the air. -

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The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 7d

He carried a small canvas tool bag over one shoulder, the kind worn smooth by years of use. A carpenter by trade, or so he said. His hair was slightly disheveled from the wind, and when he knocked, his expression was one of quiet patience — as though time itself moved differently for him.
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The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 7d

@belchiaroscuro.bsky.social The rain had been steady all morning, turning the narrow London streets slick and silver. By the time he reached the old townhouse on the corner — the one with ivy crawling stubbornly up its brick façade — Yeshua was damp through his jacket but didn’t seem to mind.
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The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 18d

Still, with another muttered complaint—“Old fool, that’s what I am, old before my time”—he bent back to the task, fingers deft despite his whining. The wood would yield, sooner or later. It always did.

The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 18d

“And the merchants—bah! Every one of them has a new excuse. Storms in the north, caravans delayed, the Romans asking their share.” He threw up his hands. “Always someone else’s fault, and always my purse that empties.”

The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 18d

Soon I’ll be charged for the air I breathe in here.”Another huff, more to himself than anyone else, and still his hands reached for the mallet, because though he complained like a weary old grandfather, the work would not stop calling.

The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 18d

“Bah. Everything costs twice what it’s worth, and none of it’s fit for a decent table. A man breaks his back just to line some merchant’s purse.”

He shuffled a few tools aside, grumbling under his breath. “One day it’s wood too dear, next day it’s oil, next day it’s rent.

The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 18d

apologize.

“And the nails—don’t get me started on the nails. Price of iron’s gone up again. Why? Did the blacksmith suddenly grow a second stomach to feed?” He let out a sharp snort, shaking his head.

The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 18d

Yeshua hunched over the bench, muttering to himself as his hands swept up the sawdust. “Hnh, look at this—costs me near half a week’s wage for timber, and what do I get? Crooked boards and knots thicker than a camel’s knee.” He tapped the plank with a finger, scowling at it as though it might

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The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 28d

His eyes closed, though his voice lingered softly in the air. “But I will not refuse it.”

The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay) @thenazarene.bsky.social · 28d

Here, in the silence of creation, surrounded by wood and dust and golden light—he was at peace.