Old Churches [Complete]
Character(s): Kanda, Raven
Content: Kanda wakes up after a considerable absence, Raven senses his presence on the other side of the Elysian Fields and promptly heads toward him.
Setting: St. Destino
Time: Late morning.
Warnings: Deux ex machina! None.
The oldest of churches, though long abandoned, tended to hold a certain air. There was the sense that it had once been a place of worship, regardless of belief. Even if the pews had been emptied long ago, evidence remained of its history. Books left under the pews, impressions left in the carpet of the altar, stubs of candle wax left in brass fixtures..
But here, there was nothing. It wasn't worn, just old; a church without religion. The air hung stagnant in the high ceilings and the slightest bit of dull, bluish light crept in through the tall, narrow windows.
When Kanda first opened his eyes, he couldn't see anything at all. His body tensed, but that alone was enough to make his muscles protest. The need to be alert came first; after all, he didn't know where he was nor could he see anything. But as his eyes adjusted, anxiety was replaced by bewilderment at his surroundings.
This was something familiar to him. He'd spent nights in churches before, when his traveling couldn't afford him better lodge. But it didn't take him very long to realize that this was different. He didn't wear his exorcist's coat, his hair wasn't bound, and last but not least.. he wasn't home. At least, he hadn't been home the last time he'd checked.
Still, this was no place in Paixao that he recognized. When had he fallen asleep here? And, as he asked himself when his body argued with the notion of sitting upright, how long had he been asleep? Obviously there was nobody around to answer him. The silence was almost disconcerting. If not for the creak of the pew when he attempted to shift himself into a sitting position, Kanda might have wondered if he'd suddenly gone deaf.
Something scraped against the wood when he moved, making him glance to his right, towards the center aisle. Mugen sat propped against the side of the pew, untouched by the layer of dust that seemed to coat everything else. Ignoring the ache in his arms, Kanda reached over and closed his fingers around its hilt.
Well, if nothing else, at least he was now armed.
Content: Kanda wakes up after a considerable absence, Raven senses his presence on the other side of the Elysian Fields and promptly heads toward him.
Setting: St. Destino
Time: Late morning.
Warnings: Deux ex machina! None.
The oldest of churches, though long abandoned, tended to hold a certain air. There was the sense that it had once been a place of worship, regardless of belief. Even if the pews had been emptied long ago, evidence remained of its history. Books left under the pews, impressions left in the carpet of the altar, stubs of candle wax left in brass fixtures..
But here, there was nothing. It wasn't worn, just old; a church without religion. The air hung stagnant in the high ceilings and the slightest bit of dull, bluish light crept in through the tall, narrow windows.
When Kanda first opened his eyes, he couldn't see anything at all. His body tensed, but that alone was enough to make his muscles protest. The need to be alert came first; after all, he didn't know where he was nor could he see anything. But as his eyes adjusted, anxiety was replaced by bewilderment at his surroundings.
This was something familiar to him. He'd spent nights in churches before, when his traveling couldn't afford him better lodge. But it didn't take him very long to realize that this was different. He didn't wear his exorcist's coat, his hair wasn't bound, and last but not least.. he wasn't home. At least, he hadn't been home the last time he'd checked.
Still, this was no place in Paixao that he recognized. When had he fallen asleep here? And, as he asked himself when his body argued with the notion of sitting upright, how long had he been asleep? Obviously there was nobody around to answer him. The silence was almost disconcerting. If not for the creak of the pew when he attempted to shift himself into a sitting position, Kanda might have wondered if he'd suddenly gone deaf.
Something scraped against the wood when he moved, making him glance to his right, towards the center aisle. Mugen sat propped against the side of the pew, untouched by the layer of dust that seemed to coat everything else. Ignoring the ache in his arms, Kanda reached over and closed his fingers around its hilt.
Well, if nothing else, at least he was now armed.