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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4
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Angel/Demon AU
(Anonymous) 2011-11-20 02:28 am (UTC)(link)some may have seen these, some may not, but these lovely pieces by allahdammit over on dA: http: //tinyurl.com/adart1
do with it what you will, writer!anons :3c
Re: Angel/Demon AU
(Anonymous) 2011-11-20 05:35 am (UTC)(link)Re: Angel/Demon AU
(Anonymous) 2011-11-20 07:15 am (UTC)(link)Re: Angel/Demon AU[OP]
(Anonymous) 2011-11-20 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)Fill - Bad Intel (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-12-01 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)==========
Shaun hated being sent on surface missions. He was a historian, an archivist, not some ground pounding thug to be sent Earth-side to scare low-class demons out of their holes.
Yet here he was. Well away from his library and books and other means of keeping himself occupied. It's a simple mission, his 'boss' had told him. You're driving everyone up the wall when you're here all the time, Rebecca had added gleefully, her tiny wings twitching with mirth. Shaun's own wings (larger than Rebecca's, at least, even if he got teased for their... less-than-average span) fluffed in anger at the thought, and his grip tightened on his pre-made containment ward. He would do their stupid mission and then he would go home, and then they'd have no right to complain.
Not that the demons were exactly hard to find. There were three of them gathered around the intersection of two alleyways, talking quietly amongst each other in a lonely pool of light cast by a streetlamp -- one of them, a young one, Shaun thought, right in the middle, the other two standing around the edge. Shaun couldn't hear them, but he could tell from afar that they were masked from human sight. Good to see that they were smart enough for that, at least. Dressed as humans or not (Shaun could see from here that the one of them wearing a white hoodie, of all things) they all seemed to have the pointed ears and claw-tipped fingers typical of demons. Probably too weak to shift them out of sight. Shaun activated his ward, pleased to see that none of them seemed to notice it -- it was a new one, experimental, and he'd been worried it wouldn't be subtle enough. Then, giving no thought as to alternative means of approaching the trio, he stepped around the corner he was peering around and strode towards them.
He didn't start to feel any doubt about his situation until the three of them immediately and simultaneously whipped their heads around to stare at them. The oldest of the three (Shaun assumed he was the oldest, at least; his wings were huge compared to the other two) all but vanished before Shaun could get a good look at him, stepping further back into the shadows and calling more around him, until all that was visible was a pair of yellow eyes peering at him intently. The other two didn't pull a vanishing act, staying where they were and allowing Shaun to observe that the three were almost certainly related -- the eldest had eyes the same shape and color as the other two, which had nearly identical features.
The youngest of them seemed the most curious, his tail (Interesting, Shaun noted, for tails were thought to have been mostly bred out of demons) swaying like a cat's, while the other seemed the calmest and... amused. He had longer hair than either of his... brothers, Shaun thought? And-- yes, he also had a tail, thought his was still aside from the idle twitching of the tip.
All in all, not the sort of group that Shaun had expected to counter. The youngest of the three was probably at least as old as Shaun himself was. He couldn't begin to guess the age of the long-haired one -- anywhere between 30 years and 30 decades could have been an accurate estimation. The oldest... Shaun couldn't be sure, what with him wrapped up in the shadows like that, but he got the unpleasant sensation that his wings were covered in feathers, not the same soft fuzz he was sure covered the younger demons' wings. Feathered demons weren't unheard of, but...
Well, the thought of dealing with a demon that may have been a thousand years or even older wasn't exactly a pleasant thought. The feathers didn't necessarily meant he was powerful. Just that he was smart, cunning, and probably strong enough to survive cutthroat demons and their politics for the ballpark of a thousand years -- the big one was probably the father of the other two, actually. Not that Shaun was going to abandon the mission just because of a little uncertainty.
Fill - Bad Intel (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-12-01 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)It was the eldest of the three demons that answered Shaun. "Go away, scribe." He stepped forward, some of the shadows falling away from him. Not enough for Shaun to make out many of his features aside from those damn eyes, of course, but he could at least confirm that his wings were feathered. "Your masters have sent you on a suicide mission, if you're here to fight us."
"Here to fight us?" The youngest demon this time, giving Shaun an incredulous look as he spoke. "You're kidding."
"I think Stillman is beginning to underestimate us," the long-haired one intoned calmly.
"No shit, Ezio." The youngest huffed and crossed his arms, tail thrashing as he finally addressed Shaun again. "Hey-- we didn't do anything, alright?"
"Oh, is that it?" Shaun heaved a huge sigh. "Oh, I'm so relieved! You see, there have been these terrible rumors going around that demons aren't actually very nice. All sorts of stories about them murdering people, and then lying about it, and then when annoyed archivists get sent out to deal with them, they lie some more! Then, once everyone is nice and calmed down--"
"I am leaving," the oldest suddenly said, a sigh in his voice, and then he simply vanished.
Shaun froze, the rest of his tirade dying in his throat. Fair enough, he wasn't a combatant. He was terrible at fighting. But he was damn good at spells that took time and focus to prepare -- he was well-known for it in his sector -- and the ward he'd put up just a moment ago was one of the strongest he could make. For a demon to simply walk out of an area he had warded against just that kind of action... Desperately Shaun cast his senses about but no, the demon was well and truly gone.
The second oldest demon -- Ezio, Shaun supposed -- shrugged. "We will catch up with you later, Desmond." And then he was gone as well, just as thoroughly as his older brother. Shit.
Desmond heaved a sigh. "Really, you guys?" He gave Shaun a wane look, tail lashing more thoroughly now. His arms were crossed and his claws were lightly denting the white fabric of his hoodie sleeve. After a moment he abruptly smiled, and Shaun immediately felt less sure about the situation. "Listen, it's pretty clear you got some bad intel, right?" Shaun sputtered indignantly, but Desmond just kept talking. "So just-- drop your ward thingy and I'll be on my way, alright?"
"I'm afraid my ward thingy," Shaun grated out. "Is staying in place until I get some answers." Desmond opened his mouth to protest but Shaun didn't even pause for breath. "Your relatives -- brother and father, are they? -- might be content to just waltz out of here, but I'm not undoing hours of hard work just so you can go chasing after them like some sort of lost puppy." Desmond's expression darkened. Shaun ignored it, stepping forward to jab a finger at Desmond's chest. "You aren't supposed to be here, and you're definitely not supposed to be murdering people. So start telling my why you're here, or we can just wait all night."
Fill - Bad Intel (3/4)
(Anonymous) 2011-12-01 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)Shaun immediately caught on to what Desmond was after and calmed down. He lifted his chin, feeling smug. "A combination," he said haughtily. Desmond, clearly, was not that experienced. Maybe his father and brother were powerful enough to get out undetected, but if this kid was just asking like this, he wasn't going to be a threat. "The walls stay in place for hours unless I tell it otherwise, but my concentration just makes it stronger." Not, Shaun was sure, that Desmond could distract him on the level he needed to. Normal annoyances weren't going to cut it.
Desmond nodded. "Fancy. I think I've heard of ones like that." The quality of the cool night air suddenly shifted, getting very marginally warmer. Desmond's gaze, briefly, fixed on Shaun with a clam sort of intensity, but then his expression was normal again, and Shaun thought he must have imagined it. "You're that Shaun... Shaun Hastings guy, right? Leo told me about you." Shaun's expression slid into a frown. Leo? As in... "Anyway, Listen. We didn't kill anyone."
Shaun scoffed, his mind wandering away from 'Leo'. "Oh, of course! My mistake. I--"
"Uuugh, not again." Desmond raised his hands in surrender, and gave Shaun a devil-may-care smirk. It was such an infuriating, charming expression. "Right, I get it. Whoever told you this..." Desmond crossed his arms and leaned in closer, his expression becoming a little less smirky and a little more thoughtful. Shaun felt his feathers shift as the muscles in his wings tensed. "Let me guess. Someone you trust a lot." When Shaun remained silent, Desmond's smirk grew. Augh! "If you're an archivist then you probably don't wanna be here." He started to pace, making a slow circle around Shaun as he spoke. Shaun suddenly felt very vulnerable, wings pulling in closer to his body. "... You don't look that old, either."
And then Shaun felt a hand. On his wing. He let out an irritated hiss and jerked away, pulling his wings tight against his back as he whirled to face Desmond -- who wore a damn surprised expression, as if he'd been expecting a different reaction. A single shiver wracked Shaun's frame, goosebumps crawling across his back.
"Riiight," Desmond continued. The smirk was back on his face, and Shaun shivered again. "I forgot you guys were so..." Shaun was expecting Desmond to say 'twitchy', but found himself scowling when Desmond went with, "Sensitive." Desmond stretched one of his wings out to the side, glancing at it curiously before looking back to Shaun. "We demons don't get feathers for a while, so we don't jump like scared cats when someone brushes by us."
Shaun felt heat spreading across his cheeks. "What," he growled. "Does that have to do with anything?" And suddenly Desmond was there, right in front of him smirking, and Shaun drew in a shallow gasp. He took a step back and was highly alarmed to find himself trapped between Desmond and a wall.
Fill - Bad Intel (4/4)
(Anonymous) 2011-12-01 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)Lust, Shaun thought dimly, anger a persistent but distant emotion as he parted his lips and invited more of Desmond's warmth. Another wave of fire washed through him, leaving more coldness and confusion in its wake. Bastard... get out of my head. It was sick, wrong. Just like a demon to manipulate his body and desires like that. But he could help but want more, distantly aware of his own hands lifting up to curl into the fabric of Desmond's hoodie. Push him away! he thought desperately to himself, even as he pulled at Desmond's shirt, trying to drag him closer.
The kiss broke and Shaun nearly screamed in frustration, even as he scrambled to regain control of himself. Then there were soft lips on his neck and another shiver tore through him, his feathers rustling as a tiny, needy sound escaped his throat. He was expecting the harsh scrape of teeth but there were only lips and tiny kisses, trailing from the hem of his collar and up his neck. Breath ghosted over Shaun's ear and his knees went weak, his breath hitched, his finger relaxed--
"Thanks for dropping the ward for me."
And then Desmond was gone in a rush of black wings and white fabric and Shaun was alone, leaning against the wall, his heart still racing, his mind still muddled with desire and confusion. he snapped out of his daze a second later, scrambling to reconnect with the wards and reinforce the walls, but it was too little, too late; all three demons were gone by now, not a trace of them in sight.
(fin~)
Re: Fill - Bad Intel (4/4)
(Anonymous) 2011-12-01 10:25 pm (UTC)(link).... I LOVE IT. OMGOSH, I LOVED IT. Especially how smug Desmond was. XD That was great. Excellent fill, anon! XDDDD
... I guess now I don't have to contemplate doing another fill...
Re: Fill - Bad Intel (4/4)
(Anonymous) 2011-12-02 08:12 am (UTC)(link)Adequate response lol. No seriously no objections to Shaun/Des *__* and i wouldnt dream of touching kinkmeme anywhere but home. If you write more i may just die of giddy nerdy pleasure.
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(Anonymous) 2011-12-23 08:41 am (UTC)(link)Now, I have a fic journal over on DreamWidth, and I can post the fill there. At the same time, I know that deanoning takes the fun out of it for a lot of people. Would you be alright with me posting the fic to my DW journal and just linking it here, or would you prefer that I try to post it here?
Not!OP here!
(Anonymous) 2011-12-23 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)But I think you can still preview with the new system. You have to click the "More Options" button, and it reloads to a "Preview" button (as well as giving you the option to anon.) At least it does for me...but then, I'm also subscribing to LJ and apparently some things have been switched over?
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(Anonymous) 2011-12-23 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)I'll go ahead and post it to DW when it's ready, then! I'm glad you wanna see more.
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(Anonymous) 2011-12-23 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)Ah. I have my journal theme overriding this new comment system, which is apparently something that comes with paying for a "premium" account. (This was a test to see what other people are encountering.)
Wow, LJ, you certainly made this not user friendly. Now I don't blame people for wanting to switch to another site. (I think I'll kill my account here, and upgrade my Dreamwidth one. This account is gonna expire soon, anyway.)
And it still pops w/ Capcha. I haven't had to use Captcha for a few days, why start again now??
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(Anonymous) 2011-12-31 05:32 am (UTC)(link)i absolutely love it so far and just afjke.
Re: lateashell!OP
(Anonymous) 2011-12-31 05:45 am (UTC)(link)Fill - Bad Intel (Part 2) (1/1)
(Anonymous) 2012-01-07 05:55 am (UTC)(link)1. SORRY FOR THE DELAY. ;w; I hope the new chapter can make up for the long wait.
2. This chapter is pretty short compared to the first one, unfortunately -- only 1700 words, as opposed to 2100.
3. I LOVE DREAMWIDTH'S COMMENT LENGTH RESTRICTION. I managed to get this whole chapter in one comment and aaaaa it's so neat and tidy.
Aside from that, please enjoy!
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Shaun was tense and angry the whole way home, to the point that his wing muscles cramped and he listed to one side or the other as he flew. He thought, as he landed on the roof of his apartment building, that he must look more drunk than angry to most people. But he couldn't even work up the energy to be mad about that. All his energy went towards that.... that idiot -- and then at the thought of his smirk, his lips, and the heat that seemed to roll off of him, Shaun tensed with an emotion that was not anger and wavered. He reached out to brace himself against the wall. Lust was swirling through him, creeping up to try to overtake his anger.
He staved it off, but only barely. He had to get inside. Had to get off the roof -- he fumbled for the stairwell access door, drawing his wings tight against his back. He could give his report later. Chew Lucy out for sending him against three demons as skilled as them, yell at Rebecca for her snide comments. Right now, though, he just wanted to go inside. He wanted a drink, a shower, a change of clothes, Desmond...
No! No, he wanted sleep. Not Desmond! Not that... that.... Shaun whined faintly, surprised to find himself standing in front his flat's front door already. Briefly, he forgot what he'd done with his keys -- renting as a human was so difficult, having to conceal his wings and pretend to go to work every day but he'd been born and raised in England and his records from his human life were still around and he'd be damned if he was going to let them go to waste -- but then he remembered: pocket. Back pocket, right. There wasn't anything the slightest bit sexy about pulling his keys out but suddenly he wondered what it would like to have that damn demon touching him again, reaching into his pocket and stealing his keys, looking at him with an arched brow and then smirking. Really, Shaun? he would say. You never struck me as the apartment-dwelling type. And then he'd laugh, Shaun thought, and even though he'd never heard Desmond laugh before he was sure it would be intoxicating, and then...
What did he do to me? Shaun was passingly aware that he'd made it all the way to the bed, not bothering to turn on any lights as he went. He shouldn't be this strong. Not strong enough to have Shaun sliding one leg onto the bed while his hands fumbled at his belt and zipper. Not enough to account for the way Shaun moaned when he wrapped his fingers around himself. The after effects of Desmond's manipulations shouldn't have still been resonating inside Shaun, making him slip his fingers under himself and into himself when the hand on his cock wasn't enough. He made desperate, needy sounds as he jerked his hand over himself, too wrapped up in the rising tide of pleasure to bother being ashamed. When the tide broke over him it was light a match being taken to his nerves; he felt in his spine and thighs, across his shoulders and neck, down to the very tips of his fingers and in every shaking muscle of his wings.
He curled forward once he'd stopped shaking, distantly pleased to realize that masturbating had apparently helped -- thoughts of Desmond were further away now, and barely made him shiver at all. Still, it was nice, huddling there while he waited for his mind to clear. Really nice. Too nice, actually, because Shaun drifted off without remembering to set his alarm. When he woke up the next morning, he knew he was in for a rough day. He was late. He was cold. There were feathers all over his bedroom because he'd left his wings out. He couldn't find his comfortable work clothes. He almost forgot to conceal his wings from human sight when he passed in front of his living room window.
And to make things really, really insulting, he couldn't get thoughts of Desmond out of his head, either. The wank had helped, a little, but apparently that wasn't a long-term solution. Puzzling over how a supposedly minor demon could have impacted him so severely didn't help -– it just drew his mind back to Desmond over and over and over again until he thought he would need to climb back into bed and fish the lubricant out of his bedside table one more time. He didn't, ultimately, but it was a close thing.
All in all, he certainly wasn't in the best of moods when he finally left his flat. The walk to the high-rise that housed his team's base of operations was a sullen one. He felt naked and exposed, like always, as he walked through the building's lobby like he was some normal human. He hurried for the elevator, determined to get upstairs as fast as possible and chew Rebecca and Lucy out. The thought gave him a degree of comfort as he huddled in the elevator corner. He couldn't believe they were such idiots. Making him waste a ward like that because they couldn't even do a basic scan... Yes, he thought as he stepped out of the elevator. He'd make his annoyance very clear.
Or at least, that was the plan at first. It was a good plan, but it was easily derailed when Shaun walked through the office door and saw a demon standing in front of Lucy's desk, chatting with her. A demon with a tail. A demon wearing a white hoodie. A demon that, for some baffling reason, sent a jolt of desire through Shaun the moment he saw him.
Desmond. How infuriating.
"What is he doing here?!" Shaun spoke before he thought, and wasn't able to keep his voice from going very slightly squeaky at the end.
"Your job, apparently." Lucy gave Shaun a critical look. "Shaun, what were you doing last night? Desmond says the rogues we were looking for were on the other side of town from where he saw you."
"Wait-- wait." Shaun stared at Desmond, who simply blinked at him in return. "You actually know this idiot?" Desmond tried to protest, but Shaun just kept going, his voice rising to a shout. "Him? And no one saw fit to tell me?! Did it not occur to anyone that maybe when you send someone out hunting for rogue demons you should tell them they have allies that are demons?" Lucy had fallen silent and still, her expression and the subtle twitching of her huge, carefully groomed wings giving away her shock. Shaun fell silent, furiously waiting for an answer.
Annoyingly, it was Desmond who spoke up first. "Told you we hadn't killed anyone."
"Oh, shove it, you--!"
But Lucy had already had enough of the argument. "Shaun!" A heady thrum of power resonated in Lucy's voice, and Shaun felt his gaze swing towards her against his will; out of the corner of his eye he saw Desmond doing the same. Shaun seethed, but remained silent -- another effect of Lucy's power, he thought. He was never going to get used to that.
Lucy turned her gaze on Desmond, and Shaun felt the invisible force of Lucy's Command fall away from him. "Desmond, what are you talking about? We didn't send Shaun to deal with any murderers last night."
"The hell you didn't," Shaun snarled. "I did two full sweeps of the area last night and there were three different murders committed by non-mortals all in the same four block radius."
Desmond lifted a hand. "He's right, Lucy. We poked around a little after we got away from him and found all three." He stopped for a moment, but Lucy impatiently waved him on. "Uh-- Altaïr said it could have been an angel or a demon. It didn't look like they'd been eaten at or anything."
Lucy frowned. "Some sort of ritual?"
"No," Shaun interrupted. "There wasn't enough energy in it for that."
"And it was messy," Desmond added. "They weren't really any a pattern to where they were killed, or how."
Lucy frowned. "And you're sure there wasn't enough energy for a ritual, Shaun?"
"I'm certain."
"Hmm..." Lucy's frown deepened. She sat in silence for a long moment before finally looking up at Shaun and Desmond. "Well, it's clear what needs to be done. Shaun?"
"Yes?"
"We need a more thorough investigation done. If it's just a bunch of young idiots causing trouble for thrills, you're more than capable of handling it."
"Of course. I can--"
"Wait." Lucy held up a hand, cutting Shaun off. "If. We have no idea of knowing for sure who actually committed those murders. That's why you're going to work with Desmond."
Silence. Shaun knew that his mouth was hanging open and he was sure, in some distant part of his mind, that he looked like a complete fool. He knew he should have said something, but the idea of being alone, with Desmond, for extended periods of time, had sapped his ability to speak, or react, to do anything but stand there and stare in amazement. He wanted to scream. He wanted to laugh. He wanted to throw Lucy out the window. He wanted to throw Desmond out the window. He wanted to throw Desmond against the wall.
"Uh," Desmond finally said. The very vision of eloquence, was Shaun's acidic thought, but he still didn't have it in him to speak. "I'm not sure that's the greatest option."
"It's the only option, Desmond." Lucy folded her hands and shifted her wings closer to her body. "Until we know for sure whose responsible this isn't a serious enough matter to request assistance from another unit."
"What about Rebecca?" Shaun suddenly blurted. "She's a decent analyst and if it's not important--"
"No, Shaun." Lucy reached down behind her desk and pulled a drawer open. She withdrew a blank sheet of paper from it. "Rebecca's already taking care of something else, and there's none of your assignments are time-critical." She picked up a simple calligraphy pen from her desk and signed the paper, then folded it up and handed it over to Desmond. "Here, Desmond. This should be enough."
Desmond hesitated, then sighed and accepted the paper. "If you say so, Lucy..." He glanced towards Shaun. He held his silence for a moment before speaking. "Well, should we go?"
Shaun turned his head to stare at Desmond. Immediate, he changed his mind. He definitely wanted to scream.
Re: Fill - Bad Intel (Part 2) (1/1)
(Anonymous) 2012-01-08 03:40 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill - Bad Intel (Part 2) (1/1)
(Anonymous) 2012-01-08 07:00 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill - Bad Intel (Part 2) (1/1)
(Anonymous) 2012-02-26 10:54 am (UTC)(link)Eden at Last
(Anonymous) 2012-05-30 03:50 am (UTC)(link)Desmond slid in beside Shaun, noticing the finger to the lips his only pal made at the pastor. The man continued with his sermon flawlessly, preaching to the other teens there as they sat in the back row. He halfheartedly listened, moreover frustrated at everything happening. He was out of options now, having tried shrinks, medicines, mediums, and anything else that he could afford. He was on his last legs, tired of not sleeping, of having this bad luck curse. Shaun had almost crashed his car swerving to avoid a deer, almost gotten plowed over by a semi that had barreled through the intersection, and busted a tire rolling into the parking lot. Of course, this was on top of having lost his brand new phone. And shit like this happened daily.
He had been abused by his mother, taken away from his father, sent to some of the worst foster care homes, been attacked multiple times at the bar, almost got busted for being only eighteen, and had multiple glasses explode on him. He had gotten blamed for missing alcohol, broken toys, even the apartment fire he had gotten trapped in.
At this point, an omnipotent ruler of the cosmos seemed to be his last chance.
He was amazed that Shaun had kept quiet the whole time, and when the pastor asked for prayer requests, his pal stood up at the end. The pastor had been looking at him, as if he knew he was going to rise.
“I have one.”
“Why don’t you come up here, then, Shaun?”
He shrunk back as his friend rose and paced to the front of the sanctuary, almost looking nervous as he stood beside the pastor.
“I-I know that I haven’t spoken much, if at all, in the course of this year—”
“No way, Limey’s gotta voice!” one of the kids called out, and Shaun glared at him.
“—but I have been listening. And… I heard that you lot all struggle with your faith.”
Shaun was quiet for just a moment, pursing his lips and thinking through whatever he was going to say next. Desmond was still trying to get over the fact that Shaun had been quiet.
“And, I know that God will probably be a little mad, but I got to thinking, and I think that this would be, undoubtedly, the best way to resolve this issue of so little faith.”
“And that is…” one of the girls began.
Shaun gestured for him to come up, and he pulled his hood over his head to cover himself as he shook his head. After a little bit of coaxing, he was lured up to the front. He pulled his hood down and flinched at the gasps and the whispers. He slunk behind Shaun when one of them hollered at him.
“If…” Shaun seemed to hesitate for a minute before continuing. “If God is truly powerful, then surely he can do something like lift the curse off Desmond.”
There was silence for a moment.
“I be down wit dat,” he heard a black kid say.
“Yeah, I’ll agree to that,” he heard a young girl say. “Anyone who can lift that curse off him has got to be worth believing in.”
A murmur of agreement spread through the crowd, and he couldn’t help but stare at them in wide-eyed wonder.
“But, that means you’ll have to pray for him.”
“I think we can do that,” the older man said, stepping forward again and smiling warmly at him before turning to the crowd. “Why don’t all of you extend a hand toward him?”
Desmond watched as he saw a group of hands reach toward him, and a hand slip into his own as the pastor placed his hands on his shoulders. Shaun offered him a small smile, looking almost happy that he had finally caved into the boy’s requests to try faith in God.
And as he closed his eyes to pray, his heart beating quick as he listened for a moment before his thoughts when off on a tangent, he found himself wondering silently if he was even worth God’s time, and if the “big man upstairs” would actually be kind enough to help him. He was nervous that he wasn’t going to meet up to the Christian standards that Shaun had talked about once. Still, he could feel something inside of him be calmed, almost as if he had no choice, and he couldn’t help but exhale gently, allowing himself to smile as he fidgeted.
And as the pastor finished praying, Desmond winced when the lights went out for a moment. He expected to be blamed for that, too, but nothing was ever said as the kids watched curiously. He shrunk down, pulling Shaun back to their pew in the sanctuary as the pastor wrapped up with some announcements. He jumped when he accidentally sat on a Bible and frowned as he picked it up.
The first verse he saw would be burned into his mind, and it reaffirmed that, yes, God was real and Shaun was right, and that he officially was on the right team:
“Isaiah thirty-five four,” he murmured, his head tilted as he read it quietly to himself. He didn’t feel the pastor’s eyes watching him, or Shaun staring at him as if he had lost his mind. He didn’t notice the lighter aura that seemed to wrap him up, or the weight that seemed to be lifted from his shoulders. “Say to those with fearful hearts, ‘Be strong, do not fear; your God will come, he will come with vengeance; with define retribution he will come to save you.”
And for the first time in years, he felt a huge grin creep onto his face.
Eden at Last major correction to verse
(Anonymous) 2012-05-30 03:59 am (UTC)(link)Sorry. This is what I get for trying.
Driveby!Anon
(Anonymous) 2012-06-04 02:57 am (UTC)(link)I love the curse, I love that Shaun's quiet, and I love even more that Des is surprised that Shaun's thought of as quiet. Such a lovely piece (and I forgive thee thy typos, Anon)
Re: Driveby!Anon
(Anonymous) 2012-06-05 12:16 am (UTC)(link)