bookofnope: (the skeptic)
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[There is a click noise. It sounds as though it might be judging you.]

Date: 2017-06-12 06:18 am (UTC)
warriorscribe: (Something's out there...)
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I-...I never thought of it. But of course, that's why them...

[It's soft, startled realization, his eyes widening as his mind snatches up the idea to examine it. He's right. Isn't it strange that, for a task where his guardians were only required to watch and provide guidance from afar, all five of them were among the highest ranked in Heaven, the one closest to him, at his side always, the highest of them all? Couldn't any group of angels with similar knowledge sets have sufficed? That's the only thought he manages to keep to himself, because the rest of his revelation he cannot keep from sharing.]

I think that may have-... I didn't teach them, not deliberately. They lacked exposure, and traveling with me provided that. Even then, I'm not certain how well Raphael and Gabriel have learned. Michael seemed to have begun to understand... But they were all transformed into swans, always high above me and out of sight. Lucifel was at my side through as much as he was able...and it was his effort to learn that made me realize in the first place why they were so...strange.

...I may not have been chosen to teach. But I do not think it would have gone well had God not chosen someone who couldn't understand and forgive them...

Date: 2017-06-14 12:27 am (UTC)
warriorscribe: (Gentleness)
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[As the fount of words in the rush of unexpected insight trails off and Beckett picks up in the silence, Enoch quiets and listens. The conversation has already been a salve to his heart after the pain of the previous night, though he'd begun it to help Beckett; at least he seemed to have benefited just as well.

This tendency of his, to underestimate or never notice his own impact, to attribute such a thing to the other party, is what gives his friend's statement of fact all the emotional weight of the confession it could have been but wasn't.]

Have I? [He hesitates to say it as if he scarcely dares to think it.] I thought what I saw in you was earned trust, the privilege of seeing something you didn't show others. Had I really...?

[He chokes up, tears pricking the corner of his eyes as they crinkle in a warm smile. It wasn't the same as the angels. The angels had never known. Beckett had been raised as a human. He had once known. It was not discovery but rediscovery, and the thought that he had helped him reconnect with a piece of himself forgotten, or perhaps never properly developed...

His free hand rises to cover his heart, as if he could capture the warmth in the twinge of emotion there and keep it.]

I'm- I'm honored, to have been able to do this for you.

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Beckett of the Mnemosyne

August 2016

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