✞22 Days since my Last Confession✞
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13th_crusader[✝]Luke 22:14-22
And when the hour was come, he sat down, and the twelve apostles with him.
And he said unto them, With desire I have desired to eat this passover with you before I suffer:
For I say unto you, I will not any more eat thereof, until it be fulfilled in the kingdom of God.
And he took the cup, and gave thanks, and said, Take this, and divide it among yourselves:
For I say unto you, I will not drink of the fruit of the vine, until the kingdom of God shall come.
And he took bread, and gave thanks, and brake it, and gave unto them, saying, This is my body which is given for you: this do in remembrance of me.
Likewise also the cup after supper, saying, This cup is the new testament in my blood, which is shed for you.
But, behold, the hand of him that betrayeth me is with me on the table.
And truly the Son of man goeth, as it was determined: but woe unto that man by whom he is betrayed![✝]
[☨]The moaning of the church doorways overshadow the exasperated sigh of the Archbishop as he re-enters that Holy Sanctum. Had he died since his last entry? To the irritation of the Fates and whomever else, no. He had been but confined to the sterile fortress of the Hospital again, which might as well have become a second home to him at this point.
Only he had been carried there kicking and screaming against his will by an unruly giant who's strength beat out Maxwell's unruly mouth. Setting his commlink down on a pew as he reaches the end of the aisle-ways, begrudgingly glancing around at the mess of glass littering the floor, Maxwell dabs his sweat-beaded forehead, muttering to himself in half a daze after his escape.[☨]
What day is it...?
[☨]Surrounded by drab white and dilapidating walls oft had him losing his sense of time... Merciful God, he had better not have missed Easter.[☨]
Che?
[☨]Pulled from his insidious thoughts of how he was going to berate the Paladin till he was deaf for making a mess of his precious church, abandoning him in the Hospital, and canoodling with some harlot, the doorway's mewl had him turning, a leer vexing across his misty gaze at the beast in the threshold.[☨]
Now where in God's Name have you been?
((ooc: Backdated to Thursday Evening. ))
And when the hour was come, he sat down, and the twelve apostles with him.
And he said unto them, With desire I have desired to eat this passover with you before I suffer:
For I say unto you, I will not any more eat thereof, until it be fulfilled in the kingdom of God.
And he took the cup, and gave thanks, and said, Take this, and divide it among yourselves:
For I say unto you, I will not drink of the fruit of the vine, until the kingdom of God shall come.
And he took bread, and gave thanks, and brake it, and gave unto them, saying, This is my body which is given for you: this do in remembrance of me.
Likewise also the cup after supper, saying, This cup is the new testament in my blood, which is shed for you.
But, behold, the hand of him that betrayeth me is with me on the table.
And truly the Son of man goeth, as it was determined: but woe unto that man by whom he is betrayed![✝]
[☨]The moaning of the church doorways overshadow the exasperated sigh of the Archbishop as he re-enters that Holy Sanctum. Had he died since his last entry? To the irritation of the Fates and whomever else, no. He had been but confined to the sterile fortress of the Hospital again, which might as well have become a second home to him at this point.
Only he had been carried there kicking and screaming against his will by an unruly giant who's strength beat out Maxwell's unruly mouth. Setting his commlink down on a pew as he reaches the end of the aisle-ways, begrudgingly glancing around at the mess of glass littering the floor, Maxwell dabs his sweat-beaded forehead, muttering to himself in half a daze after his escape.[☨]
What day is it...?
[☨]Surrounded by drab white and dilapidating walls oft had him losing his sense of time... Merciful God, he had better not have missed Easter.[☨]
Che?
[☨]Pulled from his insidious thoughts of how he was going to berate the Paladin till he was deaf for making a mess of his precious church, abandoning him in the Hospital, and canoodling with some harlot, the doorway's mewl had him turning, a leer vexing across his misty gaze at the beast in the threshold.[☨]
Now where in God's Name have you been?
((ooc: Backdated to Thursday Evening. ))
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[Action!]
Date: 2010-04-30 11:12 pm (UTC)[The priest's agony was unlike any he had witnessed before, drawing a disquiet line down Maxwell's thin mouth. How this world could dare inflict such a piteous Warrior of God was heresy unto itself, and seethed the innermost parts of himself.
His shepherd, his minister, his teacher... his last companion. Maxwell let his fingertips smear away the carlet dribbling down the priest's chin, bracing his jawline to keep him upright, and lips touching the beaded hairs to mop the last remnants away.]
Take your reprieve.
[He murmured against a robust throat, watching the shudders of pang ripple through his knight, and praying the drink and their sanctum around them would soothe his ails.]
You've earned this much.
[Action!]
Date: 2010-05-02 08:03 pm (UTC)The trials of Christ were borne anew; but where the Betrayal of the Lord transpired, Father Anderson was blessed.
The softest smile set upon the humbled holy man's steadfast tiers, the sincerity of a Bishop beheld in compassionate murmurings more of a blessing than the vindication he'd sought before. Anderson's esteem for his superior knew no limitation; Like the Disciples who witnessed the agonies of Christ, Maxwell would comfort and care for him, cherishing in Brotherly affection the true Shepherd of the Lord.]
...A'...
[A subtle distress surfaced in him when the one who he'd sworn to protect drew closer, tearing gasps away from weakened flesh. What guilt and sorrow would wash over him, who was treated with an undeserved kindness.
Yet the more his tongue was sated by the garnet liquid the stronger the compulsion set upon his ailing mind. Yes, he was set at ease...But perhaps not in the way the other would be expecting.]
Maxwell...
[Action!]
Date: 2010-05-05 06:12 am (UTC)[Pale lips smoothed over the end of that glazed bottle, a velvet pallet slaking down another over-generous quench till the archbishop was mewling in the warmth of red spirits spreading up his torso. It had been so long since he had found a moment of peace like this, the quiet of the sanctum for once was welcoming, now that it was filled with a presence that was tangible. Lithe arms crossed over Anderson's lap, till locks of heavy tressed blond pooled over robust thighs, and a noble crown laid itself down to follow.]
I'll take mine as well.
[Even with his shepherd's injuries, knowing he could withstand the burdens this callous world through at him whilst shackled down, gave the inquisitor hope for their coming exodus together. Nestling into that cradle of warmth, he was the picturesque of the moment they had last seen eachother alive... Back in Midian... Back where Maxwell's nightmare began and still plagued him.]
I've had such dreams of torment, teacher... for the months captive here I have not a single respite.
Breath comes.. and yet I cannot feel it's relief.
[No matter how he gasps, the ache in his chest still lances him with many pains.]
Shutting my eyes, there is nothing but anguish.. yet opening them..
[Tilting his head up, till the back of his crown was comfortably nested, there was almost a ghost of a smile etching it's way along Maxwell's slender mouth as he looked up to his minister, and allowed his fingertips to brush that marred cheek fondly.]
I'm released.
[And what he could touch, certainly must have been the truth.]
I think my very subconsciousness is betraying me.
[Action!]
Date: 2010-05-15 10:18 am (UTC)['Canst thou draw out Leviathan with an hook? Or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down? Canst thou put an hook into his nose? Or bore his jaw through with a thorn? Will he make many supplications unto thee? Will he speak soft words unto thee? Will he make a covenant with thee? Wilt thou take him for a servant for ever? Wilt thou play with him as with a bird?'
The vision of tumbled gold and suffusion of porcelain with damask streaked retinas white, the eidolon of the Bishop's lifeless husk flashing before him. He nearly choked back a dry convulsion in his throat, the partially stifled noise swallowed down again like the quivering of his spirit.
To see the progression of the Church's Prelate from narcissism and vanity to charitable cherub had given him Hope that the Peccancy would be washed away...Somehow. Yet the Terrors they had succumbed to made him less than enthusiastic about the exchange for diligence and bestowed royalties when he Knew. Betrayal was not so easily erased, even after his Return.
The scar that twitched beneath tapered retractiles hardened, his lips beset in a grim line that accounted for his Imputation. Guilt, heavier than the burden of Atlas bore down on his broad shoulders, slumping him down in distressed silence. How could he tell him...?
'Ah, but you owe him this...Do you not?'
Excused he was not. His Sovereign he could not obtain for royalties nor charity, nor by force or steal, or in defense of his life or actions.
And much like the Scriptures themselves, Anderson was an open book, especially given the loosening of his tongue where Truth unwound from the Paladin's stalwart clutches.]
...'Rico...Pleas'...Ye 'ave tae understand...
[His fingers curled over Enrico's own, holding them there though he trembled, his eyes downcast.]
Seein' ye agaen...Ah ne'er expected tae....
[Action!]
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...
[Action!]
Date: 2010-05-16 12:40 am (UTC)We were nae meant tae....Nae meant tae meet agaen. Ye lost control..
[He spoke low, and when his lips parted his own frailties poured forth like a raging river, thumb smoothing gently over the back of his palm. Unravelling the secret he'd bound close was more difficult than he'd originally thought...When he knew he couldn't pray for absolution.]
Ah'll nae expect yer forgiveness..Maxwell...
[The Shepherd lifted his head to stare at the other level, looking more brave than he felt.]
Et was nae a dream.