firelord uriel. (flamethrown) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-10-24 22:17:00 |
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[ It had been a long time since Uriel had been legitimately overwhelmed with something. Often his calm outlook on life won out, allowing him to face all manners of situations with a clear head: Rome, Zurvan. He could distance himself from them, believe that all of what was happening was part of a greater plan. All obstacles could be surpassed, and he had thus lived through those.
But a mental asylum was not the same. It was something too real, something that hit far too close to home, that the longer he remained in that bare room, the more his chest ached. Lucia was in a place like this. She, too, was kept away, though not against her will, for her own safety. For the first time, he wondered: was this how she felt, trapped, confined? How lonely did she get, if at all? Upon his visits, she never spoke of emotions, only experiences. How she missed him, thought of him. Now, months too late, he wished he'd asked.
Never would he question God's plans, but sitting upon the floor, back pressed into the wall and notebook balanced on his lap, he silently prayed. For answers, for a why to explain how he, he who was loyal and faithful, was being forced to endure this of all things. It was too personal. Too painful. His heart, heavy in his chest, felt ready to implode on itself.
He closed his eyes, exhaling sharply.
Father, give me the strength of heart to see this through. ]