Guanyin (hears_every_cry) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2020-07-06 18:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | guanyin, saint francis |
WHO Guanyin and Francis
WHAT Afternoon tea!
WHEN Saturday arvo
WHERE Francis and Andrew's place
WARNINGS lol I doubt it
Guanyin tended not to mix with a lot of immortals these days. She had some dear friends among her pantheon and she always upheld her obligations to the Jade Emperor's court, but gods, she'd found, tended to make for frustrating company – so many oversized egos, so much narrow self-interest. She'd rather just keep her head down, do the work and avoid all the petty divine backbiting and politicking. But chatting with Francis at the drag show had been refreshing. Unlike so many of the divinities Guanyin had known, the saint had been thoroughly earnest and unpretentious. He'd been humble about the gaps in his knowledge and excited to meet a 'sister saint', so to speak, from another religion. It had reminded Guanyin that there was also a certain companionship to be found among other immortals, and she had been rather delighted when Francis had followed up with an invitation for tea. The invite had extended to Ying, much to the cockatoo's delight. He had taken the time to look up Francis's résumé on Wikipedia and had declared himself suitably impressed. ("Did you know he used to preach to birds?" "Well, no wonder you got on so famously, my dear.") He was at his usual perch on Guanyin's shoulder as she approached Francis and Andrew's door, the promised box of Hong Kong-style custard tarts in hand. She knocked. |