Saint Patrick ☘ (shamrocked_) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2011-07-23 07:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | mary magdalene, saint patrick |
WHO: Mary Magdalene & Saint Patrick
WHEN: Friday, 22nd July
WHERE: Mary's apartment
WHAT: Mary's Feast Day (AKA, are you possessed?)
WARNINGS: The Twilight Zone.
On Friday morning Mary Magdalene went to Church and, as she did every year, she told the effigy of Christ above the altar that she would come more often, and that she was sorry for the many failures of the previous year. Mary always spent the month of July apologizing and making amends for her sins; she was the perfect penitent woman.
And what sins she'd committed this year. Along with the usual blasphemy, the lust, the wrath, there had also been the Aztec. Well, she'd have to end that, of course. She couldn't go on consorting with anyone in that way, let alone one of the false gods.
He wasn't to be blamed though. The fault here lay entirely with Mary. So much wrong lay with her that she wept for her guilt as she tried to make herself better for Him above.
She arrived back at the apartment just before midday and laid out food upon the table for when Saint Patrick would join her. It would be good to see another of her own kind, who would understand her. (Patrick was a sinner, but Mary too was a sinner and together they would find His light in the darkness of the world.)
At the knock on the door Mary went to open it with a smile and embraced the red haired man. "Saint Patrick! I'm so glad you came!"
Patrick had wanted to see his friend on her feast day, but when she opened the door, he could tell there was something very different about her. She seemed not the least bit like herself.
"Hi, Mary..." Patrick said, his voice laced with trepidation as he hugged her. "Your hair is different!"
"Long, isn't it?" Mary asked, running her hand over the thigh-length braid draped over her shoulder. "Redder as well. It wasn't like this back then, I don't think, but the prayers make it different."
"Come in, come in," Mary said quickly with a shake of her head. "I'm talking too much about myself!"
Patrick moved in past her and he glanced at her again as he did so. Mary didn't seem like the kind of person who would mind talking about herself at all. Not that Patrick thought she was self-centered! "No you...aren't. So the prayers come through a lot for you today?"
"They get so loud," Mary said, pressing fingers for a moment against her temple. "There's just so many and it breaks my heart that I'll never be able to serve even a tiny number of them properly. July is a good month for me, it reminds me of the things I should be doing for God. I act so selfishly through the rest of the year and then-" she clicked her fingers in front of her face "-it all suddenly becomes clear."
Mary led Patrick in toward the kitchen. "But He gives us all challenges," Mary smiled brightly, "and as sinners all we can do is follow the path. Tea, Patrick?"
Patrick felt like Mary had been taken over by an alien being and he Did Not Like It. She never spoke like this. It wasn't that he didn't agree that they were sinners; of course he did. He was a saint and he prayed for forgiveness of his own sins every day. But to hear Mary say it was like hearing Agatha say what she really wanted was a good, hot lay.
"I'd love some tea," Patrick said with a little nod. "And he certainly does give us all challenges. We wouldn't need to still be here if it were easy."