✞30 Days since my Last Confession✞
[†]Habakkuk 1:2-4
Be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving your own selves.
For if any be a hearer of the word, and not a doer, he is like unto a man beholding his natural face in a glass:
For he beholdeth himself, and goeth his way, and straightway forgetteth what manner of man he was.[†]
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Be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving your own selves.
For if any be a hearer of the word, and not a doer, he is like unto a man beholding his natural face in a glass:
For he beholdeth himself, and goeth his way, and straightway forgetteth what manner of man he was.[†]
[☨]Going about his way in restoring the ( Read more... )
Put et doon, lad. Put et doon.
[He eases the gun out of those spindly fingers and sets it down on the pew, gathering the last of his flock into his careful embrace.]
They're joos' lost memories, they hardlieh matter noo.
[Cupping his cheek the man gives him a gentle squeeze, staring deep into his green eyes.]
Cos' ye see, Maxwell, ye're mine noo. Ahn ah'm nae givin' ye oop tae anyone.
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I never.. ever for a single moment! ..allowed myself to recall such.. such idiocy.
[And though he was grown as tall and headstrong as he could ever be, he felt as small and insignificant as he did back then, when those arms encircled him and with all their might, tried to show a haven and a place of compassion.
Things quite insusceptible to him, no matter how much the priest perpetually persisted.]
...You needn't say things like that anymore.. I gave up that foolish want of mine.
[Cursing him to forever live that lie.]
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[His hand pressed lightly to the Archbishop's frail chest, and then his own, sliding fingers down to twine with the younger cleric's.]
Et's alrigh' tae be afraid...Ahn ah dinna mind ef ye want tae cry, joos' ae leetle.
[A thumb moves across the porcelain backs, and down his small wrists, pulling both hands to his strong-beating heart.
Maxwell's reaction was one he'd expected..One he was almost felt comfortable to play a role in. And while a part of the priest longed to see that black heart unclench from icy grips, he knew that it afforded the Archbishop protection-a shell to shield and to hide the insecurities and vulnerability of a fragile soul. ]
Ah'll say thaem becoos' ah mean thaem, e'en ef ye dinna want tae hear.
Ef ye'd let mae, ah'd be a guard o' yer heart, ae salve tae yer soul.
Ah accept ye despite th' things ah ken wont e'er change.
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Over those years, he had groomed himself to be the perfect wall of grandeur and fearsome sophistication. Blunt gnashing teeth were sharpened to fangs, a mewling tongue was smelted in silver and tipped with poison, a withered form curled in a fetal position was raised by an iron rod of discipline and plunged fortified into the solid marble of Faith.
Molded in the face of dignity and vicious piety, Maxwell sought every avenue to deny that he was ever that fragile child he left behind at the orphanage.
Doing in turn what his parents did to him.
..Abandoning himself.]
And if... I never do change, Father?
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The serpentine man had spent decades perfecting that dense shell, that biting crystallization leaving Father Anderson with little more than a means to chip away at it from the sidelines.
Were he to place his hand inside the mouth of a komodo dragon and come away with clean, that would be akin to the possibility of creating a fissure in the Archbishop's air of nonchalant condescendence towards the world around him.
Yet, still. He would try, for the sake of that lost soul; He would do all in his power to convince the icy Prince of his sincerity even if his own spirit was at stake.]
...Ah have moor faith en ye thaen thaet.
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How he had not given up on the insufferable man at this point was unfathomable by mortal understanding, and he stared at the priest with loss in bewilderment in his eyes.]
Then I pray it wont be in vain.
[As stubborn as he was, committed to the scaly serpent he had become, there was a small hope that his Priest would succeed. For to have all those years toiling upon himself, to have been a waste, and leave him in heartbreak, struck the little child inside him with insurmountable grief.
Beyond his quest for power and fame...
What he wanted in his last moments of innocence, was favor.]
...My last wish was to be a disappointment to you.
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God placed his favor on him who followed the Covenants of Mankind, and safeguarded them.]
We can pray together.
[Clasping his warm hands together he humbled himself before the altar, his smile light as a feather-born cherubim.]
Thaer es power en words, ahn fer thaes we give thanks. Thaet th' Lord shoul' grant oos th' Strength o' Heart tae change.
[He genuflected, bowed before the one he called Chief, holding that pale hand to his forehead.]
May almightieh God have mercieh on ye ahn forgive ye all yer sins: may he free ye from all evil, keep ye safe, ahn strengthen ye en ev'ry guid deed, ahn bring ye tae eternal life ( ... )
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