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writers_muses #7.2 ~ "To have a good enemy, choose a friend. He
Oct. 26th, 2007 07:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
on_holy_groundDarius sat at the window that looked out over the courtyard in front of the church, quietly sipping his tea. As always, the simple act of enjoying such a peaceful moment had a way of melting away the chaos of the previous evening. It was something he had often used in the past to calm himself when his nerves were on edge, as they were now.
The church was in a state of shambles. Broken chairs and splintered wood littered the chapel, unable to stand up to the rage and grief of a man that Darius had once considered a friend. Darius was relieved in some ways, in that it was only the easily destroyed items that had taken the brunt of Hsu’s abuse. After all, he was well aware that his old friend was capable of taking the church apart stone by stone if he was in the mind to do so.
However, even the superficial damage was more of a blow than Darius wanted to admit. The church had become more than just his home over the centuries that he had lived there. It had in fact, become a part of his soul. After his death at the hands of the Watchers, he had become a part of the building itself for several years before his strange return, and therefore he was connected to St. Julien’s in a way that was almost intimate.
Finishing his tea, he held the cup in his hands as he sat quietly for a moment longer. Then he got to his feet and made his way to the kitchen, where he washed the cup and set it aside to dry. Sighing softly to himself, he then rolled up his sleeves and headed into the chapel. There was much work for him to do there.
ooc: This is based on RP, and would have taken place after this incident..
The church was in a state of shambles. Broken chairs and splintered wood littered the chapel, unable to stand up to the rage and grief of a man that Darius had once considered a friend. Darius was relieved in some ways, in that it was only the easily destroyed items that had taken the brunt of Hsu’s abuse. After all, he was well aware that his old friend was capable of taking the church apart stone by stone if he was in the mind to do so.
However, even the superficial damage was more of a blow than Darius wanted to admit. The church had become more than just his home over the centuries that he had lived there. It had in fact, become a part of his soul. After his death at the hands of the Watchers, he had become a part of the building itself for several years before his strange return, and therefore he was connected to St. Julien’s in a way that was almost intimate.
Finishing his tea, he held the cup in his hands as he sat quietly for a moment longer. Then he got to his feet and made his way to the kitchen, where he washed the cup and set it aside to dry. Sighing softly to himself, he then rolled up his sleeves and headed into the chapel. There was much work for him to do there.
ooc: This is based on RP, and would have taken place after this incident..
