Saint Agatha (shallnotmove) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-09-17 13:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | agatha, david, patrick |
WHO: Saints Agatha, Patrick and David
WHEN: Eight o'clock on Tuesday morning
WHERE: Saint Patrick's place, Brooklyn
WHAT: Early morning catching up. With pancakes!
WARNINGS: Agatha is basically warning-free at all times.
Agatha was having fun navigating the early morning trains and although many of the people she attempted to ask for help seemed far too busy to actually do so, there were a few wonderful people who pointed out the right lines that would take her close to Patrick's address in Brooklyn.
The Sicilian Saint had always liked trains. There was something comforting about the sound of it clacking along on the tracks and she smiled as she sat, watching this immense city go rushing by out the window. Comforting was something she required this morning, as she couldn't deny that the bombshell of Sebastian and George being married had thrown her right off her feet. Agatha wasn't sure she could, in all honesty, approve the union. But there were certain things she knew ever more strongly than that.
Firstly, she knew that she was not God, and that it was only His place to judge the actions of His children, especially those that had been lifted to Sainthood. (She didn't think they were better than normal people, but they were people that He had singled out to give extraordinary tasks to. That, Agatha understood, meant something important.)
Secondly, Agatha knew George and Sebastian. George she had known more fleetingly and loved him then, but Sebastian she knew almost as well as she knew herself. Her beloved Sebastian, who had suffered such rapturous torture just as she had. She'd always felt like an older sister to him, like a mother, and she felt they understood each other better than perhaps some others might. And, yes, she loved Sebastian with all of her heart.
The both of them were good men, amazingly warm-hearted souls, and there was no way she could deny them something that made them happy. She hoped, when she had lunch with them on Saturday, that she would understand more clearly. For now all she could do was accept that she didn't understand and keep them close in her heart as she prayed for guidance.
Arriving at the right station, Agatha took the rest of the walk slowly, knowing she was earlier than she needed to be. The only thing in her over-sized bag - other than her purse - was the loaf of freshly baked bread she'd picked up from a bakery - she'd not wanted to arrive empty-handed to see her old friend.
At the apartment building she climbed the steps and checked for which apartment was Parick's, finding it just as someone else came out the door. Agatha smiled and them and slipped into the building without buzzing, walking up the stairs two at a time in excitement. It had been a long time since she'd seen Patrick (a long time since she'd seen any Saints) and she couldn't wait.
She knocked on the door and waited for it to open, a bright smile on her lips.