✞19 Days since my Last Confession✞
Feb. 13th, 2010 08:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[✝]Job 10:1 & Job 7:11
My soul is weary, I loathe my very life . . .
Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.[✝]
[☨]The door to the church slams shut with a whirl of snow-flurries and a gonging echo that resounds across the auditorium and back again. Leaning against the doorframe is Maxwell, panting from over-exertion from running through the snow, a look of pure fluster splashing rosette across his pale face that twitches from the cold, sweat frozen on his slender brow. After escaping the mess of the hospital and tending to that girl, mortified bemusement runs through his very corrupt soul.[☨]
What was I thinking going after her?!
[☨]Digging his hands into his tightly wound hair, he blathers rather inaudibly in unrefined Italian, for one that acted so regal.[☨]
Io sono malato? Io sono fuori come un balcone!? Io sono... impazzita?! Che cazzo c'è di sbagliato in mi?!
[☨]Adrenaline puttering out, the chill finally takes hold of him as he sinks to the floor and clutches the thin sleeves of his white under-shirt, for for the first time since the temperatures dropped the Archbishop was without his heavy cassock. Shivering violently he stares out into the mess of debris left behind in this Holy Temple, feeling a pang in his chest that quaked into the twitching and wincing of his eye.[☨]
Dio mio, non capisco questo dolore.
Perché?
[☨]Hardly capturing anything from his pocket's eye-view, the device times out.[☨]
((OOC: Translation: I am sick? Am I out like a balcony!? (Am I out of my mind!?) I am ... insane?! What the fuck is wrong with me?! ... My God, I do not understand this pain. Why? ))
My soul is weary, I loathe my very life . . .
Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.[✝]
[☨]The door to the church slams shut with a whirl of snow-flurries and a gonging echo that resounds across the auditorium and back again. Leaning against the doorframe is Maxwell, panting from over-exertion from running through the snow, a look of pure fluster splashing rosette across his pale face that twitches from the cold, sweat frozen on his slender brow. After escaping the mess of the hospital and tending to that girl, mortified bemusement runs through his very corrupt soul.[☨]
What was I thinking going after her?!
[☨]Digging his hands into his tightly wound hair, he blathers rather inaudibly in unrefined Italian, for one that acted so regal.[☨]
Io sono malato? Io sono fuori come un balcone!? Io sono... impazzita?! Che cazzo c'è di sbagliato in mi?!
[☨]Adrenaline puttering out, the chill finally takes hold of him as he sinks to the floor and clutches the thin sleeves of his white under-shirt, for for the first time since the temperatures dropped the Archbishop was without his heavy cassock. Shivering violently he stares out into the mess of debris left behind in this Holy Temple, feeling a pang in his chest that quaked into the twitching and wincing of his eye.[☨]
Dio mio, non capisco questo dolore.
Perché?
[☨]Hardly capturing anything from his pocket's eye-view, the device times out.[☨]
((OOC: Translation: I am sick? Am I out like a balcony!? (Am I out of my mind!?) I am ... insane?! What the fuck is wrong with me?! ... My God, I do not understand this pain. Why? ))
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Date: 2010-02-14 04:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-14 05:25 am (UTC)Che... vale a dire: Questo gelo è arrivare a me. [That... that is to say: the frost is just getting to me.]
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Date: 2010-02-14 05:34 am (UTC)If that is all... [and his tone of voice says full well that he doubts that] ...refrain from going out anytime soon. It is still bad out there. Obviously.
[Text]
Date: 2010-02-14 06:01 am (UTC)Archbishop...
Are you all right?
[ As such, she has no idea of why he sounds so distressed. However, it does put a small squeeze of guilt around her heart. Her recovery, among other things, is keeping her from returning his cassock to him. ]
[Text/Voice]
Date: 2010-02-14 08:23 am (UTC)[Finding his fingertips trembling like pallid leaves in a icy gale upon the keys, he switched immediately to voice, his utterance well trained, despite the rest of his body disobeying.]
I made it back to the church unscathed.
...I
don'ttrust thatscoundrelfriend of yours returned you home safely?[As much as the many demons inside him balked that he had given up that prized commodity and demanded of him to demand to her to return it right then and there... he held their viperous tongues.]
[Text]
Date: 2010-02-14 08:42 am (UTC)Well, that was odd. ]
I'm glad. I was worried about you making it there safely.
You mean Gilgamesh? Yes, he did. [ Eventually. ]
[ ... ]
I... still have your cassock with me, Archbishop. I want to return it to you, but there is still so much snow. I haven't completely recovered yet, either.
I'm sorry...
[Voice]
Date: 2010-02-14 08:58 am (UTC)Never you mind that, Angelina.. that you are safe is a blessing.. and your wellness is God's highest priority.
[...
Never you mind... Never you mind!? You've gone mad, Enrico, mad as every heathenous wretch ever claimed you as--!
Dropping his fist, he'd foregone striking himself in the head to stop his own consciousness from rebuking him.]
[Text]
Date: 2010-02-15 03:53 am (UTC)[ Um... ] Please try and stay warm. I would feel terrible if you got sick.
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Date: 2010-02-15 04:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-15 04:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-15 04:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-15 04:58 am (UTC)[Voice]
Date: 2010-02-15 05:08 am (UTC)You shouldn't mean that.Be well yourself, Angelina.
You have many patrons who cherish you.
I needn't be one of them.Voice; Italian
Date: 2010-02-14 06:30 am (UTC)[Starts coughing for a little bit.]
Voice; Italian
Date: 2010-02-14 08:03 am (UTC)Il Papa.. seems the only one who is unwell is yourself.
Have you been treated?
Voice; Italian
Date: 2010-02-14 08:13 am (UTC)But... wh-what you were j-just saying.... Are you s-sure you're not u-unwell?
[Sniffs.]
Voice; Italian
Date: 2010-02-14 08:36 am (UTC)[Very good to hear indeed. Yet as for himself? Well...]
I was... one of the unfortunate souls in the hospice fire.
Managing to escape by a
Guardian Angel and a Witchmiracle, you can understand I feel the sickness of Flight or Fight.Voice; Italian
Date: 2010-02-14 09:02 am (UTC)...
Sh-should you be a-alone?
Voice; Italian
Date: 2010-02-14 09:10 am (UTC)I AM NOT SCAR--AGHDSFGJES.I haven't much of a choice in that, physically.
[The weather bars visitors more than I ever could. It's almost a blessing.]
Yet I take comfort that He is with me and led me out of a Hellish venture and back to His sanctum.
Voice; Italian
Date: 2010-02-14 09:23 am (UTC)[His voice is obviously concerned.]
Voice; Italian
Date: 2010-02-14 09:43 am (UTC)Oh, no, no, assolutamente no. This church is the longest, strongest standing building in this.. fine city.
Why it's practically a fortress!
I.. merely need to get a fire going, you needn't worry so, Il Papa.
Voice; Italian
Date: 2010-02-14 09:48 am (UTC)[Has doubt.]
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Date: 2010-02-14 07:20 am (UTC)Oh, suck it up. Pansy.
Shouldn't you be happy? You did a good deed.
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Date: 2010-02-14 08:02 am (UTC)Aha, of course I'm
NOThappy![HE WILL SAVE FACE IN FRONT OF YOU, MR. HELLSING.]
I'm merely coming down from an adrenaline rush, I just walked through two Hells, mind you; the Pyre and the Arctic.
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Date: 2010-02-14 05:13 pm (UTC)DID YOU EVEN HELP TO PUT IT OUT? :l]
Then act like it.
You don't think everyone else has been through the same?
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Date: 2010-02-14 05:52 pm (UTC)I... What?
I'm well aware of the disastrous trials most choose to pit themselves against, and others
LIKE MYSELFagainst their will here.That doesn't make it any less disturbing no matter how much you'd like to trivialize it, Signore.
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Date: 2010-02-14 06:31 pm (UTC)STOP BEING A BRAT.]
You'll survive.
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Date: 2010-02-14 10:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-17 01:43 am (UTC)It's jarring.no subject
Date: 2010-02-16 12:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-17 01:42 am (UTC)