[Open] And Did the Countenance Divine

[graveling]

Who: Angel and You
What: Properly priesting, or trying to at least
When: July
Where: Yes!
Warning(s): None yet

1. I will not cease from mental fight [Temple Matters]
With Degas on his sabbatical, Angel is taking on the full mantle of Priest of the Mothers. He’s wearing the brown robes of a priest and the green stole with braided knotwork patterns similar to Celtic designs along it, even though doing so makes him feel a little like a child in their father’s shoes.

Still, he’s here if you need guidance or blessing, trying to fill the role.


2. Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand [Milk and Honey]
As he’s trying to fill the role of full-time priest, Angel’s still in his robes as he brings products from Kasprak farm into town. Vegetables and fruits, eggs and goat’s milk. And, of course, honey, in small glass jars all with a wax stamp on top–a bee with a pair of stylized feathered wings.

He’s visiting stores and restaurants, but if you catch him on the carriage Arcadia’s pulling, you might get tossed a ripe tomato or offered a melon. There’s plenty to go around.


3. Till we have built Jerusalem [A Day Off]
Sometimes, it’s all a bit much. Angel occasionally runs away from his duties. Never on days when there are services planned, never when he’s scheduled for something. But when restlessness strikes, Angel’s feet take him to the wild parts of the island. Paradesium, Lockwood Forest near Elsie’s Tree, and even nosing around the cave near Tawny Beach, though it’s been caved in since he and River had their adventure. He isn’t wearing his robes, he hasn’t combed his hair, he might be up a tree or sitting on a rock, and he surely isn’t expecting company.

But still, if you approach, there’s a sheepish little nod and a wave.


4. In England's green and pleasant land [Wildcard]
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[graveling]

“The flowers that the bees make it from are a special gift from Serranai. It tends to help people relax a little. Like, it definitely wouldn’t have prevented this, but it might help you recover.”

He’s bracing for her to be mad he didn’t try it up front anyway. It’s less a curative, more a gentle comfort.

[abhorrently]

"Not a sedative, then."

They'd have needed something very strong, to keep this down. She can't be mad. She spent all the energy that would have been rage in his direction on herself, on trying to get away from him. She looks as bad as she feels, and there's no point in pretending otherwise.

"I'll try anything, really. Whatever might help."

He could feed her rat poison, and she'd still eat it after knowing what it was.

[graveling]

"I'll be back shortly."

And he is, he is. With tea and a little bread, and a knife to cut the cording from her hands, which he does carefully before healing the chafing in a soft display of golden holy light.

"I coulda grabbed that dagger you kept trying to go for. But that felt real rude."

[abhorrently]

With her hands free now, she carefully moves herself up back to sitting, watching him as he heals her. Instantly, the pain there is soothed away, and she slowly flexes her hands to stretch them. No lasting damage. She can do as she likes again, as long as she takes care with her movements.

Which translates right now into her reaching into her pocket to get a small box, and some of her headache medicine, swallowed down with the tea. That'll kick in soon enough.

"...If you'd done that, I think it would have made everything worse. So, thanks."

She might have torn her arms from their sockets trying to get it back. Touchstone, talisman, protection when she'd already given up her hands and thus her ability to cast.

[graveling]

"I meant for cutting you loose just now. I wouldn't have made the mistake of trying to grab it in the midst of things." Angel sits down beside her again, relaxing as much as his body may.

[abhorrently]

"Thank you."

The bread, she'll have to eat in very small bites, to make sure her body doesn't reject it. It's a wonder she didn't physically cough up bile, and kept it all metaphorical instead.

A moment passes, and her eyes flick to him, then away.

"...Sorry. For all of that."

It's an inadequate apology, but she's beginning to feel the self-consciousness start to grow. Sure, Angel already knew she was strange, and she doesn't fully hide that she's a wretched, terrible thing, but this feels like a wound's still open. Something where the right implement can still be shoved in and twisted. Her throat exposed. Say sorry. Bury it. Bury it so deep it suffocates.

[graveling]

"You only get the one. Apology, not instance of me helping you, I mean. I will do this a hundred, a thousand times, if it's what you need." He means it, too, even though he knows she's going to be as much of a bitch self-conscious about asking for help as Father Mulcahy is.

[abhorrently]

She's quiet for a bit afterwards, making herself eat a bit more bread as she tries to figure out what that statement makes her feel. Something murky, still full of the same stinging as the feeling of being vulnerable.

"I don't want to ask that of you."

It's not said to reject his words, but to express her own feelings.

"There are people that know, that I should have brought up to reach out to instead. Or I should have just...gone back to my apartment."

[graveling]

"Okay. You didn't, though. You told me what you needed, in the moment. I'm not sure if that was a matter of urgency, or not wanting to let anyone else know you were having a struggle."

[abhorrently]

"...urgency. At least, it felt like that. Like there was very little time before I was going to hurt you. I had it all in my head. What to do."

How to kill him, how many pieces to try to get his body in before the inevitable disappearance.

"And I wanted to do it so very, very much."

[graveling]

"You didn't, though," Angel repeats insistently. "You told me what you needed, in the moment. That matters."

[abhorrently]

"I don't know if that's enough."

It should have been more controlled, on her terms. She should have reached out to the others sooner, known this would happen. Her mind rifles through concepts, looking for the one that suits her emotions best. There's a number of them, under her ribs.

"Is it?"

[graveling]

He looks her dead in the eyes.

"Do you think your expectation that you're going to be at peak performance with skills instantly is because you don't remember the work you've put into learning to be as good as you are?"

[abhorrently]

Her head throbs still, and she looks at him with the same tired, blank expression she's wearing.

"This isn't like picking up a new weapon when you already have another. I need to have this in hand, if there's going to be anything like that community."

[graveling]

"If just knowing that was enough, you would have it in hand already. Instead, there's progress to make, steps before you get to where you want to be. And that's okay."

[abhorrently]

Fever exchanges the bread for the tea, sipping and willing for the honey to work in her body. There's a lot that batters itself around in the cage of her chest, and her eyes go to the cup, before they settle back on him.

"It's really all right?"

[graveling]

“Really-really. You have time to get where you want to be with yourself. You’re allowed to need that time.”

There’s an impish part of him that whispers to take some of the bread for himself. But he doesn’t need it. He isn’t hungry, not really. It’s some other drive that he is not sure how to fill.

[abhorrently]

The heat of the cup fills her hands, and she tilts her head back to rest against the wall.

"...I'm late for work. Undoubtedly."

Still, she's not stirring to get up.

[graveling]

"The previous joking offer to call you in with religious ecstasy stands."

He's not either, but he idly pulls out his sending stone. Angel's is an oval-shaped piece of snowflake obsidian.

[abhorrently]

"Would they actually buy that?"

She doubts, but hey, things work different here.

[graveling]

"We're living in a world where people call in dead after the fact. It's probably not going to be a big deal. Want me to say you'll be in after lunch, or do you want the whole day off?"

[abhorrently]

"...whole day. I think it would make my headache come back if I go in."

Beat.

"Can't you just say medical issues? We're already lying."

[graveling]

"I'm not a doctor. I can't justify medical issues. I'll just be vague about it."

A handwaved conversation with Dahlia goes here.

"She'll wanna talk to you tomorrow, but for now, you're good. You're free."

[abhorrently]

"Thank you. But what the hells am I going to say to her tomorrow? Now I've got to pretend to be devout or something."

Sssssssip of her cup.

[graveling]

"Try this: 'I was having nightmares, so I went to the Temple and got help from Mortanne, but the morning after was rough and I needed some time to deal with it.'"

It's simple, to him.