God is a place you will wait for the rest of your life

[wingwalker]

Who: GG & Xas.
What: Nattering in and about church.
Where: Cathedral of the Holy Cross.
When: Shundi, 13th of Ceidary.
Notes: N/A.
Warnings: Religion? I'll edit if anything comes up.

Xas has never been to a church service before. He'd never even been inside a church, before Baedal. Perched on a few, sure, when it was too dark for anyone to tell him from the architecture, but he didn't have any need or any patience for intermediaries.

Now, though. Now he thinks he understands people's desire - if they feel like this, adrift and disoriented, all the time - to have someone else lay a hand on their heads and speak with authority. He wants this explained to him, and he wants to be able to trust the explanation.

He isn't going to do anything so drastic as to convert. As far as he knows, he doesn't have a soul to save - and anyway, if Xas were ever going to cast his lot with Christ, he would have done it two thousand years ago. But he does take one of each of the handful of tracts near the Cathedral's entrance and plant himself in the back row to read, and to listen to the priest - and then, after the service ends, to peer at the other attendees' faces while they stand up and trickle out, wondering if they feel something he can't.

Comments

[lupa]

Very complicated- especially when you come from a place when, arguably, judgement day has happened and God didn't win.

(Or that's some people's interpretation).

A sudden, real grin appears on GG's face when Xas speaks French, however, and she responds in kind; "Québéc. Montreal, to be precise." She glances down at the tract again, and offers; "'Complicated' is an understatement, maybe."

[wingwalker]

Xas raises his eyebrows and gives his head a little shake — tell me about it — while he adds the tract in his hands to the small stack next to him on the pew. He only skimmed most of them. He'll take them with him. "Were you Catholic at home?" he asks. Quebecer or not, he doesn't want to assume; he's run into a handful of people who only come to the House because it's as good as they can get.