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[†]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... )
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They're boldfaced imbecilic lies.
Why ...I never even had parents.
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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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She didn't mean to eavesdrop. Not all memories are happy ones, and she is definitely counting herself lucky that the crystal fragments found haven't contained those kinds of memories for her; but those kinds of memories do exist, whether other people are aware of them or not.
Now, she is aware of Maxwell's, and her mind is spinning with so many thoughts over what she had just heard.]
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Within a second split he had conjured up a thousand upon a thousand lies to tell her, each more intricate and coercing than the last.
Yet as his paling shame caused him to step on unsolid foundation, his footing staggered him back, and his mouth fell as mute as she.]
A-ah. . .
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[Why did she come here? Was it the sound of unfamiliar voices, and the harsh words unbecoming of a church? Maybe it was the sound of that single shot that drew her out.
Only she knew for certain. But the winged girl certainly didn't look it. Her face and posture could only suggest that it was just by accident that she came to be here; that this was no place for her to be now.
Yet standing alone, and out in the open, Nill drew a hand defensively up to her chest. There was something about those eyes that she didn't like, and it caused her to ease back a step.
Please. Don't.]
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Knitting slender brows, the blond arch twitched as he he felt the Tektite around his heart tighten, stabbing him with agonizing penance. There was nothing to fear, she had no place to judge him.
Though she looked like a being plucked from heaven, he knew that she was just as human as he, bound by the same lack of right to condemn their fellow man.
And yet his gut still twisted as if he were standing in front of the eyes of the Lord and being seen as the naked frail thing that he was.]
I...
[Crestfallen, he found himself barred from filling his mouth with those sweet lies he would willingly tell the world. A pained pant left him and his glove was at his brow, matting the sweat away as his rickety legs slowly descended him down unto the pew in front of the girl.]
Forgive me.. for letting you witness that nonsense.
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