11-25-2017, 09:53 PM
"Because you do miracles."
Spoken with a bit of humour. A bit of disbelief that they were going to have that conversation. Like it wasn't something already discussed and known. Because...it wasn't. The humour vanishes from his tone and that sigh. That sigh climbs back into the conversation, followed closely by something in Russian (Bozhe Moi).
"You work miracles. Craft things from nothing and make things happen that no other can. There are hundreds of us in existence with our own way of performing these miracles but they are done as such. From the smallest of measures to the broadest of saintly endeavor, they exist. We exist. I have served the Holy Order for three decades. Their methods are just and true and with them I have accomplished many divine edicts and many more efforts toward greater understanding. Both in myself and in many others. I am of the Choir and through them, I am of the Faith."
A pause. The sound of bells, trumpets and organs fades from the background noise. Or...would if it actually existed.
"Of course, I'm also a man in his mid-forties trying to sort out a relationship with his only daughter in hopes that there is a possible game of scrabble over a cup of herbal tea in our future so. A delicate balance somewhere."
Spoken with a bit of humour. A bit of disbelief that they were going to have that conversation. Like it wasn't something already discussed and known. Because...it wasn't. The humour vanishes from his tone and that sigh. That sigh climbs back into the conversation, followed closely by something in Russian (Bozhe Moi).
"You work miracles. Craft things from nothing and make things happen that no other can. There are hundreds of us in existence with our own way of performing these miracles but they are done as such. From the smallest of measures to the broadest of saintly endeavor, they exist. We exist. I have served the Holy Order for three decades. Their methods are just and true and with them I have accomplished many divine edicts and many more efforts toward greater understanding. Both in myself and in many others. I am of the Choir and through them, I am of the Faith."
A pause. The sound of bells, trumpets and organs fades from the background noise. Or...would if it actually existed.
"Of course, I'm also a man in his mid-forties trying to sort out a relationship with his only daughter in hopes that there is a possible game of scrabble over a cup of herbal tea in our future so. A delicate balance somewhere."