Midnight Mass

[pere_callahan]

It was Christmas again. Callahan could hardly believe that a year had gone by so quickly. He was beginning to think of this place as home, much like the way he had finally settled into life in the Calla

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[branbach]

Spending Christmas Eve night in a church singing hymns is one of Bran's earliest memories. He can recall with a clarity reserved for a few certain memories the first year he had been old enough to go to plygain with his Da and Mr Evans and Mr Rowlands, instead of staying at home with Mrs Evans (and Mrs Rowlands, because he hadn't known then, no one had), helping her string berries onto the Christmas tree.

So there is something comforting, about being here, singing familiar songs with Will's clear voice in his ear. It is truly a testament, the Father had said, that God can find his way into the most remote places.

If He can find them here, He can find them anywhere.

[sortofaman]

The Doctor did Mass for Chase's sake, though it was a bit more meaningful, perhaps, this year, than last. Having actually been to Bethlehem, read Quirinius' proclamation, and knowing a few things (for starters, the whole thing took place in the spring), he wasn't too keen on the story but for what it was as a metaphor.

The jury was still out on God.

It was a nice story, though, and Father Callahan understanding, and a lovely night, and so he didn't mind. Not much at all.

Tags sparse, but he's making an appearance.

[dr_robchase]

Chase managed a smile at the Doctor as he watched him every now and again when the words were so familiar that he could recite them in his sleep. And at the end, he afforded just one simple squeeze of his hand and a mouthed 'thank you' to him.

[roughforkisses]

It is still strange to Silence to hear the Mass in a language other than Latin. But he approves of it. The Angel had told the shepherds for unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savioir, who is Christ the Lord.

To you. To a group of poor young boys sleeping in the fields, and Silence thought it unlikely any of them had been fluent in Latin. The Mass is one of the few times he thinks that this may not be a completely forsaken fairyland after all. And now with his lady, he finds more cause to be joyful than he had the cold and lonely year before.

[wizard_errant]

Dairine has never been big on going to church. Mostly she always preferred sleeping in on Sundays, or staying home to program, or being offworld entirely because what's the point of sitting in church when you could be out there helping? But she'd always gone on Christmas and Easter and whatever other time her mom had basically insisted on it. So, for her mom's sake, she's put on a dress and hiked through the snow to the church, leaving Spot at home on her bed.

[rebellious_lady]

Marian had gone with Silence to the service, bundled warm in her heavy coat. As Father Callahan spoke she sat, her hands folded in her lap thinking of all that had changed for her this year. So much, and so much to reflect one.

Finally at the end of the service she knelt with her rosary, saying a prayer for her father.

[roughforkisses]

Silence kneels next to her, his hands folded in front of him as if there were something to lean on. He lost his rosary long since, but has his own prayer, silent and spoken only in his heart.

[rebellious_lady]

It takes her only a few moments to finish her prayers, looking up at Silence shyly. "It was a lovely service."

[roughforkisses]

"It was," Silence agrees, standing and offering her his arm. "A very merry Christmas to thee indeed, my lady."