09-15-2014, 02:59 PM
He listened to her words intently, trying to process it. Part of him felt like something was being ripped from him. He clung to it. The Holy Mother had reached out to him, had saved both him and Roman. The power She'd given him had let him provide for his mother and brother. He was special to her.
But this woman...what she said- IF it was true, it meant that the power came from something else. That others had it without Her granting it to them.
"You survived it, so your Holy Mother gives you the power."
His mind seized on that, clung to it. Nothing was making sense at the moment. Holy Mary, Mother of God, he prayed over and over again. The power flooded into him and he felt the roiling rage and fury of it. It reflected and echoed his own turmoil. Silently praying, he sought to bring his feeling under control, felt the power struggle against him until he'd wrestled it into submission.
With the torrent his slave, he felt a sense of peace, a sense of one-ness. He was aware of the overwhelming smells of coffee and cream, of pastries and cakes. Ayden's scent was in his nostrils, overlaid with that of food and beer and everything else that might accidentally get on a waitress' uniform. The sound of spoons in mugs stirring made a cacophany with the hiss of the coffee machines and the hum of people talking and orders being called out. Ayden's beautiful face seemed closer, her fiery eyes staring at him knowingly, full red lips pursed and plump, just a hint of two front teeth behind them. He was aware of the pulsating vein in her neck, of the glimpse of cleavage she showed through the open top two buttons, was aware of his own beating heart and fabric against his skin.
He was one with everything and everyone here. He did not want to have this without praying. This was holy. It was a gift from God. His voice seemed to come from a distance. "I will keep praying."
For some reason, once he said that, he felt himself stabilize. He would keep praying and the Mother would keep helping him. This woman didn't know everything. Maybe it was all from the Mother. She didn't need people to believe in Her to grant them what they needed. Perhaps his meeting this woman was part of God's will. If he could learn...
She said she couldn't teach him, though. But she knew someone who might. "Can you introduce me? I'm willing to learn. I can fit in."
Enough to learn what he needed anyway. Clearly there was so much more to this power than just blowing things up or beating people up. Who knew where it might lead him?
Edited by Sebastian, Sep 15 2014, 05:12 PM.
But this woman...what she said- IF it was true, it meant that the power came from something else. That others had it without Her granting it to them.
"You survived it, so your Holy Mother gives you the power."
His mind seized on that, clung to it. Nothing was making sense at the moment. Holy Mary, Mother of God, he prayed over and over again. The power flooded into him and he felt the roiling rage and fury of it. It reflected and echoed his own turmoil. Silently praying, he sought to bring his feeling under control, felt the power struggle against him until he'd wrestled it into submission.
With the torrent his slave, he felt a sense of peace, a sense of one-ness. He was aware of the overwhelming smells of coffee and cream, of pastries and cakes. Ayden's scent was in his nostrils, overlaid with that of food and beer and everything else that might accidentally get on a waitress' uniform. The sound of spoons in mugs stirring made a cacophany with the hiss of the coffee machines and the hum of people talking and orders being called out. Ayden's beautiful face seemed closer, her fiery eyes staring at him knowingly, full red lips pursed and plump, just a hint of two front teeth behind them. He was aware of the pulsating vein in her neck, of the glimpse of cleavage she showed through the open top two buttons, was aware of his own beating heart and fabric against his skin.
He was one with everything and everyone here. He did not want to have this without praying. This was holy. It was a gift from God. His voice seemed to come from a distance. "I will keep praying."
For some reason, once he said that, he felt himself stabilize. He would keep praying and the Mother would keep helping him. This woman didn't know everything. Maybe it was all from the Mother. She didn't need people to believe in Her to grant them what they needed. Perhaps his meeting this woman was part of God's will. If he could learn...
She said she couldn't teach him, though. But she knew someone who might. "Can you introduce me? I'm willing to learn. I can fit in."
Enough to learn what he needed anyway. Clearly there was so much more to this power than just blowing things up or beating people up. Who knew where it might lead him?
Edited by Sebastian, Sep 15 2014, 05:12 PM.