08-05-2016, 11:02 AM
Jensen wiped his face with his hands, winching when the palms smeared tears across his swollen cheek. The Arch was an ominous structure all black and red, like some yawning mouth. Or a gateway to hell.
He glanced around him. So many expressions of wonder or fear - they were transforming into something else however. He recognized the adoration. He'd seen that face a thousand times before, every Sunday for years. He used to yearn for it, to crane his neck, waiting on pins and needles when it first appeared in a previously cold face. When the hardness of a man's heart eroded away, and let in the love of a greater being to take hold.
These faces, Jensen turned in a slow circle, they worshipped. More than his were wet with tears. Their hands were lifted high, reaching out as though the Ascendancy might brush their fingertips with his.
It terrified him. Ascendancy wasn't God. He wasn't Christ. Maybe he was the Devil - or as Jensen and Doulou used to talk about frequently - the Antichrist.
But why would God bestow the same Gift to his children, Jensen included, that the Antichrist wielded? Did the answer matter?
No. Not really.
Finally, he noticed Giovanni. Alone among his brethren, he was seemingly unmoved by the Ascendancy's work.
Jensen pushed his way through the crowd to reach him. But once he was standing before Giovanni, he didn't know what to say other than:
"hello, Giovanni."
((Ooc: Giovanni if you already had left forgive me! I'll change my post if so.))
Edited by Jensen James, Aug 5 2016, 03:35 PM.
He glanced around him. So many expressions of wonder or fear - they were transforming into something else however. He recognized the adoration. He'd seen that face a thousand times before, every Sunday for years. He used to yearn for it, to crane his neck, waiting on pins and needles when it first appeared in a previously cold face. When the hardness of a man's heart eroded away, and let in the love of a greater being to take hold.
These faces, Jensen turned in a slow circle, they worshipped. More than his were wet with tears. Their hands were lifted high, reaching out as though the Ascendancy might brush their fingertips with his.
It terrified him. Ascendancy wasn't God. He wasn't Christ. Maybe he was the Devil - or as Jensen and Doulou used to talk about frequently - the Antichrist.
But why would God bestow the same Gift to his children, Jensen included, that the Antichrist wielded? Did the answer matter?
No. Not really.
Finally, he noticed Giovanni. Alone among his brethren, he was seemingly unmoved by the Ascendancy's work.
Jensen pushed his way through the crowd to reach him. But once he was standing before Giovanni, he didn't know what to say other than:
"hello, Giovanni."
((Ooc: Giovanni if you already had left forgive me! I'll change my post if so.))
Edited by Jensen James, Aug 5 2016, 03:35 PM.