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13th_crusader) wrote2010-06-12 06:13 pm
13th_crusader) wrote2010-06-12 06:13 pm
✞27 Days since my Last Confession✞
[†]Ezekiel 7:22
My face will I turn also from them, and they will desecrate my treasured place; robbers will enter it and desecrate it.[†]
[☨]The commlink was smacked amidst the thin threads of sheets, to meet the bandaged face of the archbishop, twisted in a disquieted but blind sneer. After a few days of falling in and out of a concussion force-fed to him through a two-ton bible to the face, he stirred in agitation as those last conscious moments replayed in his waking mind and shot him straight out of bed in a flurry of ribbons and tattered blond hair.[☨]
Defilers! M.. MURDERERS! I'll have you hanged on a halter of--
Che!?
[☨]Clawing at his face he realizes he can't see a damn thing, and his horizontal position which was upon something much harder last he recalled, was now a tiny mattress with a familiar horrible squeak.[☨]
Kssh.. You blasted mother-hen, unless my brain-matter was leaking from my ears, I told you not to bring me back here!
[☨]Whether anyone was in the hospital bedroom to hear him was anyone's guess, yet the pounding in his head gave him little reason to care as he mewled melodramatically and fell back over the commlink's lense.[☨]
My face will I turn also from them, and they will desecrate my treasured place; robbers will enter it and desecrate it.[†]
[☨]The commlink was smacked amidst the thin threads of sheets, to meet the bandaged face of the archbishop, twisted in a disquieted but blind sneer. After a few days of falling in and out of a concussion force-fed to him through a two-ton bible to the face, he stirred in agitation as those last conscious moments replayed in his waking mind and shot him straight out of bed in a flurry of ribbons and tattered blond hair.[☨]
Defilers! M.. MURDERERS! I'll have you hanged on a halter of--
Che!?
[☨]Clawing at his face he realizes he can't see a damn thing, and his horizontal position which was upon something much harder last he recalled, was now a tiny mattress with a familiar horrible squeak.[☨]
Kssh.. You blasted mother-hen, unless my brain-matter was leaking from my ears, I told you not to bring me back here!
[☨]Whether anyone was in the hospital bedroom to hear him was anyone's guess, yet the pounding in his head gave him little reason to care as he mewled melodramatically and fell back over the commlink's lense.[☨]
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He could have refuted that, over the course of the many bad things coming to this hospice had brought him. Yet maybe he could have overlooked all the bad to see the one good thing it had granted him. What a terrible life, to be blind to goodness, to only see and reflect the wretched things in life.
And to godliness brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness charity. He that lacketh these things is blind, and cannot see afar off, and hath forgotten that he was purged from his old sins.
Maxwell looked hesitant. Anxious. Like he wanted to sprint a mile that second. Or hide in some deep dark safe place.]
Heh, better.. perhaps.. But not for long, I can promise that.
[He would set his lack of sight on retreating back to his real sanctuary as soon as they would permit him to walk. Pausing long enough to pull his mess of blond hair from his shoulders, he raised his free hand as if he were about to dismiss her.]
I know you have others far less strong than I to ...care to.
[Yet it paused, just short of touching her cheek, fingertips curling. Unsure. As if to touch her would be like splintering fine stained glass. The words that flowed from his tongue came of their own life and will, without his calculating mind to control them.
...And his palm settled softly upon her crown.]
Yet I am .. content you are here.
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--...or why he seemed so eager to leave the hospital. Was he worried about the church being left empty? If so, then surely she or the Father could always--]
...!
[She blinked as the Archbishop raised his hand, eyes glancing briefly up at it before they focused back on his bandaged face.
There... was some truth to that, but then the hospital would always have plenty of people to care for. He wasn't deterring her from caring for them too. Eyes still following the movements of his fingertips.]
...
[She sank down, only to rise back up as that palm settled down on her crown, and then... the girl smiled sweetly to herself. Those words made it all seem worthwhile, and a soft, content note in the the air she breathed could only express it briefly.]