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Angel [OC] ([personal profile] graveling) wrote in [community profile] ph_logs2024-06-27 05:39 pm

[Open] And Did the Countenance Divine

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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hereticofthewilds: playby: Amanda Arcuri (Happy - Smirk)

A Day Off

[personal profile] hereticofthewilds 2024-06-30 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
One minute Angel is alone. The next, Elsie is perched beside him on the same branch of his tree.

"Hello."
lordoftheozarks: by gronckle @ij (guarded)

Milk and Honey - time for a talk

[personal profile] lordoftheozarks 2024-06-30 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Erik spots Angel in town carrying those jars of honey and something clicks into place for him at last.

"Angel, do you have time to come talk with me? I want to ask you about something."
lovinglefthand: (Default)

Milk and Honey

[personal profile] lovinglefthand 2024-07-01 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
First Aid is a frequent visitor of Eddie's farm, both to monitor the on-going penicillin cultures and to look after any farmhands with small injuries, and whenever Angel is planning to deliver something heavy back to town First Aid offers him a ride. It's easier than harnessing up Arcadia, and First Aid enjoys feeling useful.

"Are you enjoying it, being a priest?" he asks Angel with friendly curiosity, the living corpse in his driver's seat and the cargo tucked safely in First Aid's compartment. "I hope nobody's been giving you a hard time." Yes, he is still annoyed with the firefighters, as a matter of fact.
abhorrently: (onward.)

day off.

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-07-01 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
He's not the only one who needs to disappear into the forest. Fever has been trying to walk off her thoughts, letting herself utterly disconnect and think of nothing but the surroundings. There's an absent look in her eyes in her wanderings, and at first, it seems like she hasn't seen Angel at all. Until she inhales, focus restored, and looks upward to wave back.

"Angel. What are you doing up there?"
abhorrently: (curious.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-07-01 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a moment of contemplation there, before she decides to take advantage of the offer. Right now, she's still blessed with climbing ability, and swinging herself up on the branch feels like the right thing to do.

"What do you get to be, if you don't pretend you're a person?"

That...sounds nice, actually. Easier to manage for a bit.
batteryacid: (E)

Temple Matters (ish)

[personal profile] batteryacid 2024-07-01 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Eddie adjusts the green stole one more time, then smooths out any (imaginary) wrinkles. "There!" he declares, reaching out to pat Angel on the cheek. "Just right."

(The whole point is to give Angel some assurance before he goes out to assume his priestly duties. Since Eddie is trustworthy when it comes to presenting themselves well.)
abhorrently: (temper.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-07-01 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
She arranges herself so that she's balanced, one hand on the branch - worst comes to it, if she slips, she'll just pull herself back up. Sounds complicated, this existence of Angel's - wearing someone else's body, and all the things it carries. Alien in the skin that nevertheless, you wear.

"...If you're pretending to be a murder victim, I could pretend to be your murderer. Also not a person."

It's said so calmly, without a single pretense. Like it's the simplest thing in the world.
abhorrently: (cost.)

cw: murder talk

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-07-01 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Looking at him, she tilts her head, sweeping her gaze up, then down.

"Bumped into you. Smiled, said something about being clumsy, and then moved to split you open. Four stab wounds at the least - heart, then each lung, then the liver. It would have hurt. It would have been messy. Maybe your throat, if you looked pretty enough in your terror. And I would have watched and waited, as it took time. Listening to you struggle for something so futile. Maybe the pain would be too much to speak through. But I'd wait until you stopped moving, until no more breath was in your body, until the light in your eyes was blown out."

So calm. So easy does that imagination of violence work.

"If you fought back, it would be even messier. I don't yield."
batteryacid: (Default)

[personal profile] batteryacid 2024-07-01 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course, dearest." Eddie will always try to be what you need, Angel. As best he can.

After a moment, Eddie leans in and goes up on his toes so that he can kiss Angel on the forehead.

"Where did you want me to sit during the sermon? Front row might be distracting, but in the middle might be good."
lovinglefthand: (nice guy first aid)

[personal profile] lovinglefthand 2024-07-01 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, it's less than ideal," First Aid says gently. He lowers his own voice and starts driving a little more slowly, as if to match Angel's energy. "What are you giving yourself a hard time for? I thought you wanted this?"
abhorrently: (dawn.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-07-01 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't shoot people. Firearms are very difficult to come by where I'm from, and even if I had the option, it just strikes me as somehow more...removed. Less favorable. My hand is what drives a knife, or tightens the rope, or casts the right spell."

Of course, if there were a lot of people one needed dead, then other measures could be thought of, like arson. Death is for quantity, not really quality. One makes do with what they have.

"I can torture, but I'm not in the mood at present. So you, my theoretical victim, get off easy."
abhorrently: (flight.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-07-01 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
A silence, before she readjusts herself, head tilting back to look up at the sky. Beautiful. Open. Glimpses through thick leaves, and endless space. Only then does she return to where she is.

"Yes."

If her life is going to blow up and collapse, if this is the moment it all fractures? If this is when it starts to come out and the ripples start shaking up her life and she has to inevitably start fixing up one of the abandoned shacks out here to live in since they can't just kill her and be done with it? Then she can't stop Angel from doing it.

How do you explain a compulsion in the blood, something that aches and yearns and gnaws at your bones until the soft and still living marrow is exposed, sucked out and left hollow, hollow, hollow. Empty mind, empty bones, empty body, empty chest. A vessel is supposed to be filled by someone or something else.

Not a person, resting on a branch with him. Something other, something apart. A monster with ghostly hair and all the color removed from her. Pretending her best to get by.
batteryacid: (D)

[personal profile] batteryacid 2024-07-01 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Eddie smiles, not minding the light censure of what to focus on. Even though he knows that the Mothers do love him, his concern, first and foremost, is for Angel. But he has no problem with honoring the Mothers... they're the ones that gave him (and so many others) a second chance.

"I know that you do. But thank you for remembering to say it, every so often."

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