01-30-2015, 08:54 PM
Lucas' thoughts were everywhere. There was so much here that was so alien. And yet, at its heart were people like him. Oh, not exactly. Not by any means like him. The things he saw Nox do...it was like a miracle. It raised so many questions. What about Jesus? Was it possible that he too was one of these gods?
Instinctively his mind rebelled against that thought. His heart hurt. No, God was more than a man who had power. He had to believe that. God had saved him, had pulled him out of the gutter.
And yet the world was so much more complicated. He had to stop and just focus on what he could do, what he could understand. And at the moment, his goal was to help Aria. He was surprised that the jealousy he'd felt about Nox had transformed into a partnership of sorts. For her. He would not let her fall, could not. He had to save her, even from herself.
Nox's words filled his mind. You mean a great deal more than she tells you. He seized on that. It was his anchor, what he would hold on to. As he learned to do over the years, he focused on what he could do and left the rest in God's hands. And Aria needed a home.
He continued to work, after having browsed Taoist paintings for the feelings and serenity he wanted to evoke. His sketch was rough but it would be what it needed to be. He took a small break to eat, chit chatting with Nox. The guy was just a guy, really. Human, like him. He could handle that. People needed each other, to ground them. That was his role, what he would do. Help keep them human.
When finished he went back to work and soon had something he was sure would work. "I'm going to get some supplies. I'd like to start sketching in the outline."
After a few more words, he was out the door. Having something concrete to do gave him a sense of purpose, the feeling that he was doing something. And underlying it was the hope to see the look on Aria's face when he showed it to her.
Instinctively his mind rebelled against that thought. His heart hurt. No, God was more than a man who had power. He had to believe that. God had saved him, had pulled him out of the gutter.
And yet the world was so much more complicated. He had to stop and just focus on what he could do, what he could understand. And at the moment, his goal was to help Aria. He was surprised that the jealousy he'd felt about Nox had transformed into a partnership of sorts. For her. He would not let her fall, could not. He had to save her, even from herself.
Nox's words filled his mind. You mean a great deal more than she tells you. He seized on that. It was his anchor, what he would hold on to. As he learned to do over the years, he focused on what he could do and left the rest in God's hands. And Aria needed a home.
He continued to work, after having browsed Taoist paintings for the feelings and serenity he wanted to evoke. His sketch was rough but it would be what it needed to be. He took a small break to eat, chit chatting with Nox. The guy was just a guy, really. Human, like him. He could handle that. People needed each other, to ground them. That was his role, what he would do. Help keep them human.
When finished he went back to work and soon had something he was sure would work. "I'm going to get some supplies. I'd like to start sketching in the outline."
After a few more words, he was out the door. Having something concrete to do gave him a sense of purpose, the feeling that he was doing something. And underlying it was the hope to see the look on Aria's face when he showed it to her.