Eric Vartan (cardinalsin) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-07-07 10:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | #group scene, 2009-07-19, grayson |
Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti
Who: Eric & OPEN
Where: St. Francis of Assisi Catholic Church
When: 11:30 AM
Sometimes it felt like a farce.
Cardinal Vartan stood behind the doors of the church, his bible bearer standing in front of him. He could hear the congregation practicing the responsorial psalm. He was weary and despite the fae blood keeping the sun from draining him, he wasn't particularly fond of daytime masses. But, according to last night's conversation with both sets of his superiors, he would be expected to do more daytime appearances. Ah, it couldn't be helped now, he supposed. And, like a good Catholic, Eric resigned himself to his fate.
He barely noticed the loud orchestral piano begin the procession until one of the liturgical readers called out "Your Eminence?" Snapping out of his reverie, he walked into the hall quietly, his face still as marble but sympathetic as the Mother herself.
After he sent them all away with a sweeping "Go in peace to love and serve the Lord," he joined the recession and stood in front of the church to greet his new diocesans. A couple of hands shook his, mostly grins on their face. Others stood further back, willing to believe he spoke God's word but afraid he would still choose to bite their necks. After all, he did need blood to survive. It wasn't a fact he tried to hide but he did make it public knowledge that he only drank blood out of a bag or bottle, willingly provided. Well, willingly by the council, that is. He never met the blood donors, though he knew he could summon them should he choose to. It wasn't his place to know who they were and if he was meant to know, he would. The council provided everything he needed. He had only drunk fae blood of late and, while it was doing its job, it wasn't quite as...well, filling as blood that was his type.
But as the Lord Christ gave up his life, surely Eric could stand some blood that wasn't his favorite. You gave up your life, too, a voice in the back of his head nagged. That doesn't count, he responded quietly, crushing the voice in his head as he shook a grandmother's hand. Most of them were on their way to rush to the Berry Days festival and he wished them all lots of fun. He would not be able to join them today - he was obligated to stay at the church - though he did tell those that asked that he may make an appearance tomorrow.