Arriving on Iona
"But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand
And I will tell the night
Whisper, 'Lose your sight'
But I can't move the mountains for you"
-Mumford and Sons, Timshel
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And at the end of the allotted time, Japhrimel went to the Isle of Iona. He had done what Michael had asked to the best of his ability: he'd offered his loved ones a chance to come with him. But in the end, many of them stayed. That was their choice--the ones who had no faith, who felt their duty was to remain, the ones who didn't pray to God. He dared hold hope that Ghost and D and the Doctors and Jacks would keep safe the rest of everyone he loved.
He landed at the monastery, his black-feathered wings shimmering in the midday sun with midnight blues and drake's-head greens. He had only a single duffel bag in his hand, and the hat on his head--everything else remained at home, in case the house still stood when he returned.
He shifted the bag to his shoulder, and after a moment's thought, doffed his hat, carrying it in his right hand. It didn't feel right, to cover himself from the sky, here. Ironic, perhaps, if you subscribe to the school that covers one's head in a house of God. But if you knew this hat...
The hat didn't matter. What did, now, was reporting in and getting his next set of orders. Japhrimel walked toward the building, humming softly to himself.
Open to all good guys.
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand
And I will tell the night
Whisper, 'Lose your sight'
But I can't move the mountains for you"
-Mumford and Sons, Timshel
--
And at the end of the allotted time, Japhrimel went to the Isle of Iona. He had done what Michael had asked to the best of his ability: he'd offered his loved ones a chance to come with him. But in the end, many of them stayed. That was their choice--the ones who had no faith, who felt their duty was to remain, the ones who didn't pray to God. He dared hold hope that Ghost and D and the Doctors and Jacks would keep safe the rest of everyone he loved.
He landed at the monastery, his black-feathered wings shimmering in the midday sun with midnight blues and drake's-head greens. He had only a single duffel bag in his hand, and the hat on his head--everything else remained at home, in case the house still stood when he returned.
He shifted the bag to his shoulder, and after a moment's thought, doffed his hat, carrying it in his right hand. It didn't feel right, to cover himself from the sky, here. Ironic, perhaps, if you subscribe to the school that covers one's head in a house of God. But if you knew this hat...
The hat didn't matter. What did, now, was reporting in and getting his next set of orders. Japhrimel walked toward the building, humming softly to himself.
Open to all good guys.