Shiri Eneas (pensivxpression) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2010-08-11 20:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | adam jenkins, polyhymnia, shiri eneas |
Who: Shiri/Polyhymnia & Adam (mostly)
What: By the way...
Where: Missouri connected to The Dreamscape connected to Miami
When: August 11, 2010, Morning
Warnings: None
It was early in the morning, so early that the sun had not risen over the rugged, wooded Ozarks hills of Missouri. Polyhymnia remained on bent knee with her head bowed low, hidden under the black hood and mantle that she had found over her head and over a long flowing robe of white.
Gone and taken from her home and bed in Miami, Polyhymnia remained knelt down until she was certain the twelve angels that had greeted her when she opened her eyes and found herself here were gone.
She heard nothing. Just silence and the wind. That was what she expected and desired. It meant no Angels.
Lifting her head, she remained on bent knee. It was too early to call Adam and she had no phone anyway, but she wouldn’t let him wake from their night of worship only to find her not there. She refused. She focused all her attention and strength upon him, even at a distance of multiple states. She concentrated and let her presence come upon his sleeping mind.
After a night of worship, it seemed only right for him to have a vision.
Back in Miami, the mortal slept. He tended to often sleep hard and content after the worship sessions, and dreams themselves were infrequent. Somewhere in his mind, he most likely recognized that the bed space next to him was empty, but that was not completely unusual, and was not enough to stir him.
Shifting the sheets and flopping onto his back in his sleep, there was little to indicate to the outside world what was going on in the sleeping mortal’s mind. All the same, it was open to his goddess.
And she took advantage of that.
His dreamscape broke into a blinding white light and if he had been having a dream, it had significantly changed now and if he had not - now he was. The light faded and revealed the courts and gardens of Mt. Helicon in its heyday.
Polyhymnia, in her glory as well, with her deep red hair half hidden under a veil of white, tanned Mediterranean skin and bright, piercing green eyes, approached her priest resting in his modern robes under a large tree. "[Hello, my sweet priest. There are things I must tell you.]"
At the approach of his goddess, and the setting he now found himself in, the first reaction Adam had was to shift and kneel before her, showing his respect. Here he knew that he was a priest to a goddess, and not just a normal mortal. After his initial show of respect though, he shifted his weight to a more comfortable position, and turned to look up at her, giving her his full attention. “[As you wish, my goddess.]”
She stroked his hair lightly, partly for her own selfish reasons of wanting to see her tanned hand against his dark hair, even if it was a vision, but also for his sake -- it was a subtle gesture of accepting his show of respect and conveying her satisfaction with him. Smiling, she settled down to the grass before him, to sit comfortably as well. "[First, this is not a dream. Second, when you wake up, I will not be there.]"
He blinked for a few moments, then nodded to accept her words. His dreams weren’t normally this coherent, and he didn’t normally dream of being here, with his goddess as she once looked. So, the statement of it not being a dream meant easily that it wasn’t, and what she had to say was important. “[... Are you in Miami?]” If she was, a simple note on the fridge would have worked.
"[No. I am hundreds of miles away from Miami,]" she explained as she leaned forward and touched her palm to his cheek before pressing a kiss to his forehead. The phrase had struck a cord in her own soul as she spoke it. She was hundreds of miles away, taken from her home in the middle of the night and there was nothing she could do about it except do as she was told.
And there was nothing he could do about it at all. She already missed him. "[I am safe but I will be away for at least nine days. Almost certainly more.]"
Gently, he pressed into that touch, enjoying it even if they were not truly there. “[Why are you so far away? Is there something I can do?]” And why did she without telling him? But he would get to that question in a moment, if the answer didn’t give itself over to him first.
"[Making house with a goddess is often an adventure, my sweet priest,]" she said playfully, deciding as she did so she would not tell him the truth. Not because she wished it to be a secret from him, not because she thought he wouldn't be able to handle it... being sent to encourage a group of monks because their prayers had stirred their guardian angels and even the throne of Heaven itself was something she was sure he could just shrug off he wished but... She simply didn't want him to have to lie if asked.
So, with a continued smile and a caress of his cheek, she tried to bypass the questions with the information the Angels had told her, "[My friend Grace's, uncle lives around here and she is visiting. I will be coming home with her when she begins her return trip to school.]" At least, Polyhymnia hoped while saying it, otherwise, she better be getting a Night Journey-Rapture trip back to her house like how she got here.
Adam’s eyebrows lifted slowly at her response, recognizing it for the non-answer that it was. But if she was ignoring his questions, keeping information to herself, that was her right and he wouldn’t press her for it. So he nodded his acceptance of her statements. “[I will greet you when you return, my goddess.]” It was close to a promise of waiting for her to return, and the only statement that seemed fitting to make for the moment.
And for her part, Polyhymnia could recognize his expression, or perhaps it was how close her soul was to his right now, but she knew that he was accepting her non-answer. She shifted forward, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to hug him as she rested her forehead against his, "[It will not be long, My Own. Just days... That is all.]"
He smiled at the words and closeness, and placed an arm loosely at her waist. Knowing that she would be out of range in the days to come, the closeness now felt right. “[I will still be pleased with your return,]” he said. “[I trust that you will ask if there is anything that you need of me.]”
"[I will be provided for and Grace will keep me company...]" The fact that those two statements weren't based on the same circumstances or times and were only truly joined by that conjunction was not a concern for Polyhymnia. She was of firm belief that Adam was both wise enough to know something was up and wiser still to cling to deniablity. She would. Oh, would she.
But, even in the middle of a vision, she couldn't help herself but nuzzle against him, especially with the feel of his arm around her, the feel of his robes brushing against her. She let out a breathy sigh as she shifted and rested her head against his shoulder, "[But if I am in need, I will turn to you. Who else would I turn to if not my beloved priest?]"
“[I am here for you,]” he promised, kissing the side of her head as she rested it against his shoulder. He was there for her as a priest, but also as a boyfriend, and as long as he knew that she’d tell him if she needed something, then he’d rest easy. He couldn’t act though until he knew what was needed from him, so he’d just have to wait until then. So, for the moment, he was content with letting her curl against him, even if somehow the pose was less goddess and priest.
All she needed from him was to be there for her, even remotely, and not to call the police/her family when he woke and found her missing from their bed.
Taking a deep breath, Polyhymnia pulled back, sitting once more in the grass to face him, letting her hands trail down his shoulders, down his arms to rest at his hands. "[I may be hundreds of miles away but I am always close to you.]" She giggled then, the weight of the situation leaving her for the moment, "[Try not to become bored without me.]"
He smiled at the giggle, and raised her hands to kiss her knuckles lightly. “I will do my best, my lady,” he murmured. “[I have projects to work on, and will have them ready for you when you return.]” If he was going to continue with the gallery showings, he needed to get another set of work together, plus look into his ‘task’ from Apollo. Perhaps with her gone, he would have the most time to work on both of them without raising questions.
“[I like when you surprise me with your projects,]” She murmured lightly, allowing in the vision her tanned skin to blush lightly at his tender affection. Being surprised by his projects not only pleased her by the knowledge that he was continuing onward with his art but that he had the confidence to not depend on her. There was a difference between help and dependence. Closing her eyes, she lifted her face to the envisioned sky as if to feel the Grecian sun upon it. “[I should begin to return you to your sleep...]”
She had faith in his ability to do art, he just had more faith that his work turned out better with her assistance. He pushed from his thoughts how his work would benefit from her aid in his task from Apollo, focusing more on his goddess. Lightly, he kissed her cheek, before leaning back slightly again. “[If that is your wish...]” It was her vision-scape, she could do more or less whatever she wanted as far as he was concerned. “[Thank you for telling me,]” he mentioned, remembering why they were there.
Polyhymnia reached out and traced his face even as the scenery around them began to glimmer and fade away, the dark of sleep could be seen as if everything around them was a sheer veil. "[I look forward to your prayers next week...]
Adam closed his eyes and relaxed back to sleep, or the semi-conscious state of it. His mind was aware of the vision and what had happened, but now he was slipping more and more from it. His mind teetered between waking up and falling into a deeper sleep. Rolling over, he grabbed a pillow and pulled it closer to get comfortable, then fell fully asleep once more.
In contrast, Polyhymnia didn't fall into the deep comfort of sleep but returned to reality and the quiet solitude of the woods of the Ozarks. But even that solitude was broken; she could hear someone approaching her. She didn't look up but she didn't need to. She knew who it would be. One of the monks on a morning stroll after the monastery's prayers... there would be no one else around for miles, which was very much the point of a monastery's location.
The man's footsteps grew closer and slower, his confusion almost clear to her ears. She could guess his thoughts. How could one of my brothers be out here when I saw them all just moments ago...
Hidden beneath her hood, she smirked a little in spite of herself. She had work to do and being in the guise of some Hazara college student would not do. She had to reclaim the highly unnatural looking appearance she had taken centuries prior when she had appeared at the doorstep of another Trappist monastery - her face was composed of harsh angles, her hair consisted of tight ringlets, which was now hidden under the black hood but her eyes burning blue with her own divine power certainly were not when the monk approached closer and placed a hand upon her shoulder.
She stood and stared at the middle aged man, holding back her amusement at how he stumbled back, startled. Well, it certainly seemed the mortals still took this appearance as one of an angel. "Fear not, mortal man, you and your brothers have found favor with the Most High. Go, gather your brothers, I will not enter your monastery until I witness them."
"..." The middle aged monk's lips moved but nothing came out. He was forced to take a breath and clearly regain control over his own fearful awe that gripped him. Polyhymnia kept a perfectly straight face at the sight, "... Who should I say is requesting this to my superior?"
Such a biblical question. A question she had an immediate answer for, "The Holy One who ministered to Armand Jean le Bouthillier de Rancé."
His eyes widened and he turned to dash back to the monastery with haste and she pulled the black hood of the habit provided to her more to hide her amused grin. In spite of herself, this was going to be fun. It almost made her ignore how inconsiderate she deemed it to be just whisked out of bed without any warning to inspire and encourage the twelve monks in the first place. At least it was only for nine days...
All details concerning after the nine appointed days and how she exactly was supposed to get home would be considered later. There was work to be done.
Summary: Shiri was been whisked away in the middle of the night and when morning came, she only had one way to tell Adam where she was - via vision.