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rainbowfic2014-08-07 09:26 pm
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Surgical Steel #3; Fever Red #15; Angel Cake #17
Author: Ardy
Piece/story: Rest for the Weary/Blood Saint
Color: Surgical Steel 3 (gamma knife); Fever Red 15 (sleep); Angel Cake 17 (obedience)
Styles/Supplies: Glitter: "Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense." – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Word Count: 638
Ratings/Warnings: PG; None
Notes: Maybe this is the one where I should have mentioned my schedule.
Luke sat at the desk with his back straight and rigid, his hands folded on the desk at perfect angles. Before him lay an open Bible. Outside, he was the picture of a serene, contemplative clergyman attending to his duties, but within, he was pure turmoil as he sat between a pen cup and a box of Kleenex.
“And if you can’t remember the good book says ‘love one another,’ I’ll beat it into your skulls!” Father Andrew’s, well, fatherly voice blasted down the hall just as he knocked and let himself in with a single gesture.
As if on cue, Luke’s bangs began to slip down in his face, intending to break his facade. His eyes moved to Father Andrew with a blank expression.
Luke’s mentor plunked himself down in the tiny, shabby office like a circus animal balancing on the tiny platform of a stool that made up the only available seating. “So you dismissed your afternoon classes.”
The tone was nonjudgmental, but was definitely a statement rather than a question. It’s gentle pointedness made Luke cringe. “Yes, Father.’
“Andrew. I told you, lad. Now tell me what’s going on.”
Luke broke his pose, hands spreading out to thunk his forehead onto the Scriptures. “Do you remember the vampire we killed last week?”
Taskill scratched his head. “The guy we ended up frying with the radiosurgery equipment? Got a laugh out of that, yeah. Why?”
“I can’t stop thinking about what he said.” His words drifted into the background noise of students leaving classrooms for the dorms.
“About threatening your ‘meddlin’ sister’? I wouldn’t worry yourself. He was just trying to get to you, and made a good guess.”
“But he sounded like he knew something. And that smile--which one do you think they’re watching?”
Andrew leaned back against a bookcase, folding his arms and propping up a leg. “Didn’t you say Elly was a spiritual freelancer or something?”
Luke sighed, propping himself up in his arms. “She’s a free spirit at least. A little wild--I still can’t believe she ran off with that werewolf.”
“A Protestant minister at that.” Andrew mused.
Luke peered over his fingers to give the man an incredulous stare over his priorities. “Right--well, either way, I don’t think it’s her. Nothing’s managed to kill her yet, and anything that’s tried is either dead or terrified of her.”
The older man chuckled. “Sounds like both your girls, honestly.”
He received a flat look in response. “What if she’s investigating something though? What if she’s getting too close to the work we do?”
“... From the rural foothills?”
“We’re in Southern Indiana right now.” Luke pulled out his phone, appraising it.
“Point taken. But she’s also a grown woman, Luke. You can’t guard her every move. And, if nothing is going on, what then? Alarming Annie wouldn’t be good for her health.” Someday Luke would discover how Father Andrew kept track of everyone’s names, emotional and physical state at all times. For now, he would just be content having a confidant.
“... I could call our grandmother--just to see how Annie’s doing. Maybe if I act like I meant to check in anyway… Then again, she has a habit of keeping secrets...”
“How long have you been awake, Luke?” Andrew’s voice turned serious.
The younger man laid down the phone and rubbed his eyes. “Few days.”
“Since the vampire?”
“... I’ve caught some naps since then.” He reached for the phone, more determined and a little offended. Wasn’t he an adult as well?
Andrew slowly pulled it away from him. “I’ll call your grams. You take an early weekend and get some rest. Know the Lord holds us all in his hand.”
“Sometimes that’s what I’m afraid of.” Luke breathed one final defiance before relenting to his orders.
Piece/story: Rest for the Weary/Blood Saint
Color: Surgical Steel 3 (gamma knife); Fever Red 15 (sleep); Angel Cake 17 (obedience)
Styles/Supplies: Glitter: "Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense." – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Word Count: 638
Ratings/Warnings: PG; None
Notes: Maybe this is the one where I should have mentioned my schedule.
Luke sat at the desk with his back straight and rigid, his hands folded on the desk at perfect angles. Before him lay an open Bible. Outside, he was the picture of a serene, contemplative clergyman attending to his duties, but within, he was pure turmoil as he sat between a pen cup and a box of Kleenex.
“And if you can’t remember the good book says ‘love one another,’ I’ll beat it into your skulls!” Father Andrew’s, well, fatherly voice blasted down the hall just as he knocked and let himself in with a single gesture.
As if on cue, Luke’s bangs began to slip down in his face, intending to break his facade. His eyes moved to Father Andrew with a blank expression.
Luke’s mentor plunked himself down in the tiny, shabby office like a circus animal balancing on the tiny platform of a stool that made up the only available seating. “So you dismissed your afternoon classes.”
The tone was nonjudgmental, but was definitely a statement rather than a question. It’s gentle pointedness made Luke cringe. “Yes, Father.’
“Andrew. I told you, lad. Now tell me what’s going on.”
Luke broke his pose, hands spreading out to thunk his forehead onto the Scriptures. “Do you remember the vampire we killed last week?”
Taskill scratched his head. “The guy we ended up frying with the radiosurgery equipment? Got a laugh out of that, yeah. Why?”
“I can’t stop thinking about what he said.” His words drifted into the background noise of students leaving classrooms for the dorms.
“About threatening your ‘meddlin’ sister’? I wouldn’t worry yourself. He was just trying to get to you, and made a good guess.”
“But he sounded like he knew something. And that smile--which one do you think they’re watching?”
Andrew leaned back against a bookcase, folding his arms and propping up a leg. “Didn’t you say Elly was a spiritual freelancer or something?”
Luke sighed, propping himself up in his arms. “She’s a free spirit at least. A little wild--I still can’t believe she ran off with that werewolf.”
“A Protestant minister at that.” Andrew mused.
Luke peered over his fingers to give the man an incredulous stare over his priorities. “Right--well, either way, I don’t think it’s her. Nothing’s managed to kill her yet, and anything that’s tried is either dead or terrified of her.”
The older man chuckled. “Sounds like both your girls, honestly.”
He received a flat look in response. “What if she’s investigating something though? What if she’s getting too close to the work we do?”
“... From the rural foothills?”
“We’re in Southern Indiana right now.” Luke pulled out his phone, appraising it.
“Point taken. But she’s also a grown woman, Luke. You can’t guard her every move. And, if nothing is going on, what then? Alarming Annie wouldn’t be good for her health.” Someday Luke would discover how Father Andrew kept track of everyone’s names, emotional and physical state at all times. For now, he would just be content having a confidant.
“... I could call our grandmother--just to see how Annie’s doing. Maybe if I act like I meant to check in anyway… Then again, she has a habit of keeping secrets...”
“How long have you been awake, Luke?” Andrew’s voice turned serious.
The younger man laid down the phone and rubbed his eyes. “Few days.”
“Since the vampire?”
“... I’ve caught some naps since then.” He reached for the phone, more determined and a little offended. Wasn’t he an adult as well?
Andrew slowly pulled it away from him. “I’ll call your grams. You take an early weekend and get some rest. Know the Lord holds us all in his hand.”
“Sometimes that’s what I’m afraid of.” Luke breathed one final defiance before relenting to his orders.
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Also, your comments have been cracking me up--thanks for reading. XD
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It's interesting that way, though, because you have him as a mentor to Luke and an antagonist to Annie so that not only shows more sides of him, but it gives you more insight into their personalities and issues and what they feel like their needs and wants are in interpersonal relationships.
He always really cares about Annie, but they have a personality clash that sort of erupts when she becomes something he struggles to accept.
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