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13th_crusader) wrote2010-07-03 07:29 pm
13th_crusader) wrote2010-07-03 07:29 pm
✞29 Days since my Last Confession✞
[†]Habakkuk 1:2-4
O Lord, how long shall I cry, and Thou wilt not hear! Even cry out unto Thee of violence, and Thou wilt not save!
Why dost Thou shew me iniquity, and cause me to behold injustice? Why dost Thou tolerate wrong? Destruction and violence are before me; there is strife, and conflict abounds.
Therefore the law is paralyzed, and justice doth not prevail: for the wicked doth compass about the righteous; therefore wrong judgment proceedeth.[†]
[☨]Upon his knees, nearly prostrate, the archbishop sits upon the remains of the foyer. As the Holy Spirit would have it, the flames were dowsed and those inside were whisked to safety by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
3_hat_day emperor_cowboy teutons totally_feliks toris_lietuvos morphinbirdboy.
The threshold was charred, the back window was shattered, and the back pews, carpet, and tapestries were blackened, yet there was nothing that could not be saved and refurbished. Escaping by the skin of their necks was the only thing he was grateful for--Whilst the other 90% of himself was seething at the lack of judgment.
In Maxwell's quavering hand was fisted the 30 silver coins he had used to pay the Pope's ransom. He snarled as the livid hatred boiled up in him and tossed the shimmering coinage into the middle of the temple.[☨]
There is no justice, Lord! None! I do not believe a single solitary soul can even fathom it in this misbegotten place!
[LOCKED to Lilith; 85%]
Madam Lilith... Might I request an audience with you?
O Lord, how long shall I cry, and Thou wilt not hear! Even cry out unto Thee of violence, and Thou wilt not save!
Why dost Thou shew me iniquity, and cause me to behold injustice? Why dost Thou tolerate wrong? Destruction and violence are before me; there is strife, and conflict abounds.
Therefore the law is paralyzed, and justice doth not prevail: for the wicked doth compass about the righteous; therefore wrong judgment proceedeth.[†]
[☨]Upon his knees, nearly prostrate, the archbishop sits upon the remains of the foyer. As the Holy Spirit would have it, the flames were dowsed and those inside were whisked to safety by
3_hat_day emperor_cowboy teutons totally_feliks toris_lietuvos morphinbirdboy. The threshold was charred, the back window was shattered, and the back pews, carpet, and tapestries were blackened, yet there was nothing that could not be saved and refurbished. Escaping by the skin of their necks was the only thing he was grateful for--Whilst the other 90% of himself was seething at the lack of judgment.
In Maxwell's quavering hand was fisted the 30 silver coins he had used to pay the Pope's ransom. He snarled as the livid hatred boiled up in him and tossed the shimmering coinage into the middle of the temple.[☨]
There is no justice, Lord! None! I do not believe a single solitary soul can even fathom it in this misbegotten place!
[LOCKED to Lilith; 85%]
Madam Lilith... Might I request an audience with you?
Action!
They've never been any different. I hoped they'd crashed at Iona, but they made it all the way to the mainland.
And now they're here too.
[A pause]
... Because you can't burn an idea.
Action!
What do you mean by that, young fae?
Action!
You can't make someone stop believing something, and you can't make an idea just go away. It doesn't matter if the northmen actually was good enough to take down the church, you're still here.
So the idea isn't going anywhere.
Action!
[A twitch of his sunken cheek heralded a curt chuckle. What wisdom for a sprite so small. Such words or perseverance reminded him of Anderson's encouraging tongue.]
And here I shall remain. A figurehead, always, if the Lord wills it.
[Slyly he glanced her down to her pristinely pale feet to her snow-capped crown.]
Such sound words lead me to wonder just how much relation you have to our dear Father Anderson.
Action!
So I don't think he'll be making you go away.
[ANDERSON]
We're friends!
Action! | Oh, look. Butting in.
Action!
[Such words felt numb on his tongue.. as if he was beginning to question that very proverb after all that had been dealt to him from Midian and beyond. Pausing, he heard the door creak behind him and peered through the crack to see Anderson observing what could be salvageable.]
Well?
Is all lost, Father?
[He spoke rather facetiously. Letting that cold cynic cover up the injustice in his soul.]
Action! Oh hai Andy
[She was immediately distracted away from Enrico the second Anderson was inside. After all, she hardly knew Enrico. Anderson was safe. Familiar to her.]
...
We'll put it back together again.
Action! Oh hai!~
[A matter-of-fact statement before he glanced up through his lenses at the faerie, glancing up towards the rafters. They seem to have escaped too much damage, for the most part. Luckily, the residents who'd offered their assistance had done well from the outside, keeping damage to a minimum. It certainly could have been much worse.]
Action!
[A look of relief lightened his sunken features.]
I'm eased at that. . aha.. Are you feeling no worse for wear?