Sebastian Handsel (thedoctorisodd) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-07-27 13:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [07] july |
WHO: Sebastian and Michael
WHEN: Friday, late afternoon/early evening
WHERE: The Chapel
WHAT: Amazing conversation! Possible spiritual bonding! The sky's the limit, really.
RATING: Low.
Sebastian waited several days before finding his way to the chapel. There were others who were in greater need of religious service, so he wanted to give them enough time to seek it out. The last thing he wanted to do was intrude on the spiritual needs of another person. He also imagined that, given a recent death, it would be full of mourners up to and on the day of the service, so he waited until the day after before going there, himself. Not really knowing the man who died, Sebastian had nothing to offer the bereaved save more platitudes, and he felt he'd already given his share of those. The best gift he could offer in trying times like this was a quiet absence. A steadfast determination to not make things worse somehow, by saying the wrong thing. By Friday, he hoped Father Thorne would be less busy, and able to pencil in a social call.
It never even once occurred to him to ask in the intermittent days whether or not the man had even been busy at all.
The chapel at Sing Sing was certainly spacious, built with twelve hundred prisoners and an appropriate number of guards in mind, and so the fact that there seemed to be nobody in it was surprisingly dramatic. It felt so much more than just empty. Still, it was one of the remnants of the original prison that felt least like a prison, and he was pleased to see that there was actual stained glass in some of the windows. The setting sun did not provide the room the same beauty it would have in morning or mid-day, but he could see the potential for it. He'd have to come earlier in the day, sometime, to catch the full effect of the sunlight through the windows. The fresh paint that the father - chaplain? - had mentioned gave the building a distinctly new feeling that Sebastian found cheering. All in all, he quite liked the place, even as empty as it was. If he didn't have the greenhouses to find comfort in, he could see himself spending a lot of time here.
He did not call out, preferring to wander about the pews, himself, curious as to whether he'd find evidence of prior worshipers. Perhaps abandoned books of psalms, or the like. Sebastian wasn't sure if there was an office, or if Father Thorne would be free to put down his work if there was one, but he was content to wait for the minister to make an appearance. It wasn't as though he had anything more pressing to do with his time. That was one of the many lovely things about dealing with plants. They were always patient, willing to wait, and Sebastian liked to think that he was very much the same. Granted, he'd have less of a wait had he actually attempted to schedule the visit with the other man, but it was easier this way. If he were asked to leave, he wouldn't have hard feelings about it. Like any other decent ghost, he could always just return to his usual haunting locations and float back this way another time.