Melstis
Who: Lithuania (toris_lietuvos) & (anyone)
When: during the UN log he isn't allowed to attend
Where: the garden
Rating: PG13
Summary: Liet has nothing else to do, so he turned to religion ... sort of
Warnings: angst ... in buckets ... otherwise it depends on who comes in
It wasn't fair. But life never was, and he didn't expect much else from it now. The past few days, or was it more, had been like walking through mist. He remembered little things, snatches of voices, but nothing else. He'd fallen apart, that much was clear. But it must have happened for a reason. Especially because now he felt more 'together' than he had in weeks. Or, he had felt that way.
It was a horrible feeling to know that your future was being decided upon and that you weren't welcome in the discussion. It was also sadly familiar. But he had never had to deal with it alone like this before. He'd been asked to stay. But he just couldn't. Instead he left a short note and went out to the garden, taking refuge in a far corner amidst the glowing flowers. In times of trouble, you were supposed to turn to god for help and guidance. And even though he still held onto some of his pagan beliefs and traditions, his religion did mean a lot to him. He held an old rosary, worn by time but still beautiful to him, and prayed in his own language. It was good to be able to do so again. Being oppressed for so long was horrible. And he really didn't know if it would wind up being any better now. He didn't notice when he'd slipped back into the common language of this place.
"Please lord ... I know I have no rights to ask this of you ... but ... please give me the serenity and strength to accept a fate that I have no choice in."
When: during the UN log he isn't allowed to attend
Where: the garden
Rating: PG13
Summary: Liet has nothing else to do, so he turned to religion ... sort of
Warnings: angst ... in buckets ... otherwise it depends on who comes in
It wasn't fair. But life never was, and he didn't expect much else from it now. The past few days, or was it more, had been like walking through mist. He remembered little things, snatches of voices, but nothing else. He'd fallen apart, that much was clear. But it must have happened for a reason. Especially because now he felt more 'together' than he had in weeks. Or, he had felt that way.
It was a horrible feeling to know that your future was being decided upon and that you weren't welcome in the discussion. It was also sadly familiar. But he had never had to deal with it alone like this before. He'd been asked to stay. But he just couldn't. Instead he left a short note and went out to the garden, taking refuge in a far corner amidst the glowing flowers. In times of trouble, you were supposed to turn to god for help and guidance. And even though he still held onto some of his pagan beliefs and traditions, his religion did mean a lot to him. He held an old rosary, worn by time but still beautiful to him, and prayed in his own language. It was good to be able to do so again. Being oppressed for so long was horrible. And he really didn't know if it would wind up being any better now. He didn't notice when he'd slipped back into the common language of this place.
"Please lord ... I know I have no rights to ask this of you ... but ... please give me the serenity and strength to accept a fate that I have no choice in."