[A face of utter repose lifted in bemusement. Pale and slender digits were taken up in a dusky and robust grasp, tremulous warm surrounding the what would be known as the Archbishop's perpetual chill. What caught his as atypical was not so much the severed words.. but the way the priest relaid them and held him as he did so.
Tender and maternal. As if he would shred as a butterfly's wing beneath glass.]
Anderson...?
[Maxwell sat up, watching the man's usual noontide glow beginning to drain and pale like himself. A mountainous countenance shaken before him, that almost piqued his own sense of dread at the very sight of it.
The terror you inspire and the pride of your heart have deceived you. You live in a rock fortress and control the mountain heights. But even if you make your nest among the peaks with the eagles, I will bring you crashing down.]
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Date: 2010-05-15 11:56 pm (UTC)Tender and maternal. As if he would shred as a butterfly's wing beneath glass.]
Anderson...?
[Maxwell sat up, watching the man's usual noontide glow beginning to drain and pale like himself. A mountainous countenance shaken before him, that almost piqued his own sense of dread at the very sight of it.
The terror you inspire and the pride of your heart have deceived you. You live in a rock fortress and control the mountain heights. But even if you make your nest among the peaks with the eagles, I will bring you crashing down.]
Teacher, I'm listening now...