ThreadAttive: "Anyone can fly, if they only dare to dream of wings." WHO: Ambriel Thriádhos (Open to reactions and vignettes) WHERE: All over the Academy WHEN: Recently
Ambriel was on his knees on the floor of the chapel as the sunlight streamed onto him. He was saying a prayer, one that gave thanks to the Lord for his time spent here and the valuable lessons he had learned here. While he had not always been happy here, not the same simplified happiness he had known in Greece, St. Margaret's was where he had grown up. This was the place where, after a lot of hardships, he had learned how to live in a secular world and he had found a fairer, more enlightened way to navigate his faith. This was the place where had learned to understand one the Lord's most important qualities: mercy.
And then there were the many people he had met here, the ones who had shaped his life and who he would never forget. Ms. Edourd. Clever, passionate Bushara, beautiful, pious Victoria and helpful Katherine. Humble Craig and sweet Garrett. Kind, soft-spoken Caleb and strong-willed Alex. Strong, curious Ashton. Philosophical Leon and Fen, who was still so filled with wonderment. And, of course, James and John, who were both so much better than they gave themselves credit for.
And this was where he had met Davian. ("Pull up a chair, Cupid. We're gonna be best friends.") And, after a few... fateful encounters (one where Ambriel had threatened to drop Davian out of the sky), Davian and Ambriel's adversity had grown into love, and, finally, a marriage.
So many things to be thankful for. The Lord had truly been wise to send him here.
He whispered a soft 'amen' and got up, spreading his wings. It was time to say farewell.
He embraced Ms. Edouard as he said goodbye to her, asking her to please keep an eye on Davian when he was off to college. He sought out Ms. Hallowfen and thanked her for all her wisdom throughout the years. He visited Rialto's and earnestly thanked the owner for the job he'd worked there. He hugged James, who seemed reluctant to do so, and John, giving the both of them a parting gift. A beautiful conch he'd found on the beach in Greece for the vampire, a jade crystal for the witch. For both of them, it was an attempt at closure, something denied to so many of them.
Finally, he visited the beach, where he lit a candle for Brother Nikolaos. Behind him, Davian waited. He took his husband's hand and quietly, they walked down the beach, Ambriel softly kissing Davian's cheek. "Time for a vacation."