Brother Athelstan (athelstan_) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-03-29 19:40:00 |
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Who: Athelstan and Desmond, Grantaire and a cameo from Lagertha. God.
Where: Church
What: God moves in some mysterious ways, Grantaire staggers around like a drunkard, Lagertha is sexy.
When: Backdated a while initially, spread over a course of a few days up to Friday
Rating: Low
Status: Narrative, complete
Athelstan's initial fear and concern had been that Desmond had succumbed to the chill of the night and had perhaps been on his way to the church when he had been taken by the Lord in His mighty knowledge.
His concern, however, was short lived when he realised that Desmond still breathed, still held his colour and, thankfully, some of his warmth, though Athelstan thought it was only really by God's good Grace that he had found him when he did.
He did not know what ailed his brother. He did not know what caused him to sleep so solidly without waking.
But Desmond's untimely arrival in their lives meant that everyone in the church had to relegate down a bed level in order that Desmond might be kept comfortable, as it appeared to be God's Will.
Desmond slept upon the bed that Athelstan had given over to Lagertha, Lagertha was persuaded to sleep upon the pile of sheets and covers that Athelstan had used as his own bed, and Athelstan had taken a blanket and placed himself upon the floor of the church beneath the altar.
Easter was coming. It wouldn't hurt to suffer a little.
The young Frenchman that Athelstan had happened upon, the one that he had been mistaken for, returned several times to look upon his grave. Always alone and always having had a drink first, sometimes still holding the bottle. Athelstan didn't approach him, asked him nothing, knew he would only provide help were it asked of him.
He found him in the church one day looking down at Desmond, bottle in hand.
"Est-il mort?"
"Non. Il dort," Athelstan said. Desmond slept. He wasn't dead. "I'd rather you didn't drink in the church."
Another time he found him seated at a pew watching Lagertha from a distance.
"Est-ce qu'elle parle anglais?"
"Some, yes," Athelstan replied.
"Will you teach me?"
"I can do, yes. Will you stop drinking?"
"I can't promise that."
"Well, we'll see what we can do."