Azrael (lasttodie) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2018-01-17 02:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | azrael, sharon carter |
Who: Azrael and Sharon.
What: A spiritual moment.
Where: A church in Summerbridge.
When: Sunday the 21st of January.
Rating/Warnings: TBD but probably none.
The church didn't look like much from the outside, shaped from simple planks of wood and large pieces of timber with a simple cross atop the roof. The wall that faced the rising sun was decorated with a single circular stained glass piece, depicting a cross against a multi coloured background. When the light shone through, it filtered through the stained glass and gave the room a calming, peaceful, colourful glow.
Azrael had come to the church that Sunday to listen to the choir and think. He believed in the power of song. After all, where he was from, a song could cast a powerful spell. A song could do almost anything. But Angelic songs were loud and obvious, they were far from subtle. Human songs however, especially from true believers, were a rare and wonderful, magical thing. They channelled the essence of the universe into the song and lifted the spirits of anyone who could hear. The more a place of worship was used honestly, the more essence was channelled. So much so that churches could become places of power. Wells of essence and healing energy. It was good to know there was at least one in Preya.
Azrael had chosen to go to the church, not as his masculine form, but in a far more innocent form. He looked and sounded like a young teenage girl. She had long ginger hair that tumbled down her back, and fair skin. She wore a long white dress and black shoes. When the choir got up to sing, she too stood and sang along with them. She made sure to keep her singing to a normal level, and channelled small amounts of essence when she did to mingle with the choir.
When the choir was finished their song, she would sit back down. She had chosen to sit at the back, alone. She smiled sweetly, and listened to the sermon, her hands resting in her lap.