Aziraphale (neversellsbooks) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2009-06-12 20:16:00 |
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WHO: Aziraphale and Charlie Crews.
WHAT: Conversation. Really silent conversation.
WHEN: Afternoon.
WHERE: St. Anthony's church.
RATING: TBD.
STATUS: In Progress.
Aziraphale wasn't used to not being able to change things by sheer force of will. Of course, he didn't use his gifts quite so often as Crowley did, but not being able to change something as fundamental as his own inability to speak bothered him. It didn't help that he felt cut off from Above. He'd spent six millennia constantly aware of His grace, and now he couldn't feel it. He still had his angelic essence, and he could still do most things he'd done before...he'd even let his wings out that morning just to check, but it was as if he was disconnected from Heaven. It was...unsettling, to stay the least. He wondered if it was some sort of belated punishment for everything that had happened with Adam.
He had taken to spending his time in one of the city's churches, St. Anthony's. Patron saint of lost souls, he mused to himself. It really is fitting. He had fallen into the role of a priest, using a human name and offering guidance to people here. It was harder without the ability to hear any noise or speak, but he had outfitted the church with notepads and pencils and kept the doors open to people. He figured that, without the outlet of speech, people would need some way to deal with the other effects of displacement and problems in their lives.
He was in the church at the moment, sitting on one of the pews and looking through Psalms. It gave him at least some feeling of closeness to God, in the absence of everything else. He had faith that this, both the silence and his seeming exile here, would come to pass, but it was hard to remain optimistic in the face of everything.