Post by CAMERON GUERIN on Jan 18, 2015 3:48:24 GMT
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the church is empty after hours, gloomily lit by clusters of flickering wax candles and frigid in its stone walls and effigies. it’s silent save for the muffled sound of his footsteps, then the faint rustle of fabric when he stops in front of the altar, begins to kneel, hesitates, and pulls back up to stand stiffly again. he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, limp at his sides.
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cameron doesn’t know what to say, either, when he prays to the goddess. when he takes off his daytime mask, when he’s alone, he doesn’t know how to be honest.
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he clears his throat, swallows dryly. “our goddess,” cameron finally begins, without conviction. he doesn’t notice the presence of another come in. “the empire has been attacked. the people are suffering...and ask for your help. and i— ” bitterness slips into his tone and sharpens his words, a naked truthfulness he can’t look at head-on in the light of day. “i wonder if you’re really listening. if you care.”
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“if you’re...there.”
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for thine is the[break]
kingdom the power[break]
and the glory[break]
for ever and ever
kingdom the power[break]
and the glory[break]
for ever and ever
the church is empty after hours, gloomily lit by clusters of flickering wax candles and frigid in its stone walls and effigies. it’s silent save for the muffled sound of his footsteps, then the faint rustle of fabric when he stops in front of the altar, begins to kneel, hesitates, and pulls back up to stand stiffly again. he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, limp at his sides.
[break][break]
cameron doesn’t know what to say, either, when he prays to the goddess. when he takes off his daytime mask, when he’s alone, he doesn’t know how to be honest.
[break][break]
he clears his throat, swallows dryly. “our goddess,” cameron finally begins, without conviction. he doesn’t notice the presence of another come in. “the empire has been attacked. the people are suffering...and ask for your help. and i— ” bitterness slips into his tone and sharpens his words, a naked truthfulness he can’t look at head-on in the light of day. “i wonder if you’re really listening. if you care.”
[break][break]
“if you’re...there.”
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