✞31 Days since my Last Confession✞
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13th_crusader[†]Psalm 51:14
Deliver me from my bloodguiltiness, O God, thou God of my salvation: and my tongue shall sing aloud of thy righteousness.[†]
[☨]No dust, no vision, no light peered through the lens this evening as only muted sounds filtered through. Huddled in the cradle of the church's undercroft were the meager few who to took the sanctum's humble refuge. Maxwell had laid the provisions necessary for them on the crates lining the arched walls, and what light they had was the daylight that poured from the cellar door, and the torch upon the wall. For the best, for all of them, he knew they could only wait this pseudo apocalypse out and pray that their God would shield them all affliction.
Furthest from the door, but nearest toward the flickering pyre, the conscience-stricken prince sat with his arms curled about a tiny winged figure. The Angelina, Nill lie in clutching trembles, shaken from the sounds of devastation outside. The fall of Marshall had only quaked the church's solid foundation, yet the steeple had met it's fate with a gong of the shattering angelus bell as the tower fell into the street where the demons infested.
With all his frangible might Maxwell sought to quell her fear... along with his own. As he writhed with ache in his wretched soul, thoughts upon if the knight sworn to protect them would ever return, he crooned to her in dulcet tones, letting his yielding touch stroke through her hair.[☨]
Shepherd me, O God,
beyond my wants,
beyond my fears,
from death into life.
God is my shepherd,
so nothing shall I want,
I rest in the meadows
of faithfulness and love,
I walk by the quiet waters of peace.
Gently you raise me
and heal my weary soul,
you lead me by pathways
of righteousness and truth,
my spirit shall sing
the music of your Name.
Though I should wander
the valley of death,
I fear no evil,
for you are at my side,
your rod and your staff,
my comfort and my hope.
You have set me a banquet of love
in the face of hatred,
crowning me with love
beyond my power to hold.
Surely your kindness and mercy
follow me all the days of my life;
I will dwell in the house of my God
forevermore.
Shepherd me, O God,
beyond my wants,
beyond my fears,
from death into life.
[☨]A quavered sigh passed imperturbable lips as he rested his chin over the angel's crown, where bangs of blond became oddly damp from trickles of penitent saltwater.[☨]
...Anderson...
...He'll come through.
Deliver me from my bloodguiltiness, O God, thou God of my salvation: and my tongue shall sing aloud of thy righteousness.[†]
[☨]No dust, no vision, no light peered through the lens this evening as only muted sounds filtered through. Huddled in the cradle of the church's undercroft were the meager few who to took the sanctum's humble refuge. Maxwell had laid the provisions necessary for them on the crates lining the arched walls, and what light they had was the daylight that poured from the cellar door, and the torch upon the wall. For the best, for all of them, he knew they could only wait this pseudo apocalypse out and pray that their God would shield them all affliction.
Furthest from the door, but nearest toward the flickering pyre, the conscience-stricken prince sat with his arms curled about a tiny winged figure. The Angelina, Nill lie in clutching trembles, shaken from the sounds of devastation outside. The fall of Marshall had only quaked the church's solid foundation, yet the steeple had met it's fate with a gong of the shattering angelus bell as the tower fell into the street where the demons infested.
With all his frangible might Maxwell sought to quell her fear... along with his own. As he writhed with ache in his wretched soul, thoughts upon if the knight sworn to protect them would ever return, he crooned to her in dulcet tones, letting his yielding touch stroke through her hair.[☨]
Shepherd me, O God,
beyond my wants,
beyond my fears,
from death into life.
God is my shepherd,
so nothing shall I want,
I rest in the meadows
of faithfulness and love,
I walk by the quiet waters of peace.
Gently you raise me
and heal my weary soul,
you lead me by pathways
of righteousness and truth,
my spirit shall sing
the music of your Name.
Though I should wander
the valley of death,
I fear no evil,
for you are at my side,
your rod and your staff,
my comfort and my hope.
You have set me a banquet of love
in the face of hatred,
crowning me with love
beyond my power to hold.
Surely your kindness and mercy
follow me all the days of my life;
I will dwell in the house of my God
forevermore.
Shepherd me, O God,
beyond my wants,
beyond my fears,
from death into life.
[☨]A quavered sigh passed imperturbable lips as he rested his chin over the angel's crown, where bangs of blond became oddly damp from trickles of penitent saltwater.[☨]
...Anderson...
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Date: 2010-07-18 07:26 am (UTC)... It hardly made things better, but as on edge now as Abel was, her sudden drop was enough to frighten him. Holding her close, he couldn't shut his ears against the sounds Maxwell made, only capable of blocking out the image of the once proud man as he lowered his head, resting his forehead against the little blond crown in front of him.
He couldn't stay. Lilith needed him... Eald'narche, Naja, Xi... everyone at the school... he couldn't ignore that either. He waited for several moments, before slowly extending that limp angelic form towards Maxwell. He didn't look up this time. He didn't have to. The softest patter below him would betray the tears falling]
... I have to go back.