The farther you run, the more you recall... [COMPLETE]
Characters: Odd Thomas, Garnet til Alexandros, stray cathedral folk?
Content: Garnet seeks refuge in the cathedral, after a very difficult conversation with Zidane.
Location: St. Patricks Cathedral
Time of day: Late at Night.
Warnings: There's bound to be angst. If that ain't your thing, you might wanna stay away.
The night was old and decrepit when Garnet let herself into the St. Patricks Cathedral. After several hours of wandering the block aimlessly, she'd come back here. It's where she'd said she was going after all; Her Refuge. When she had come to think of it as such, she didn't know, and while she didn't want to bother anyone, the cathedral felt... safe. Tall ceilings and remnants of grand stained glass. Maybe a bit drafty, but better than outside in the freezing cold. In a way, it was a lot like home. She closed the door as quietly as possible, so as not to disturb the residents, and made her way down the main aisle.
Her thoughts matched her appearance; disheveled hair, unbound, but tucked into her coat, which had been thrown on hastily with no regard for appearances. Her eyes were rimmed in red, and swollen. She was damp, and cold, as she found herself a place on a bench closest to the alter. For a long moment, she stared up at it, and imagined she was instead standing before the Eidolon wall. Arms circled her knees as she pulled her legs to her chest, her feet up on the bench. The song drifted from her mouth, wordless but not soundless, so low that if not for the accoustics, it might have been that no one would have heard her at all.
"La...lala la.. lu-lah la la.. luh luh..."
Content: Garnet seeks refuge in the cathedral, after a very difficult conversation with Zidane.
Location: St. Patricks Cathedral
Time of day: Late at Night.
Warnings: There's bound to be angst. If that ain't your thing, you might wanna stay away.
The night was old and decrepit when Garnet let herself into the St. Patricks Cathedral. After several hours of wandering the block aimlessly, she'd come back here. It's where she'd said she was going after all; Her Refuge. When she had come to think of it as such, she didn't know, and while she didn't want to bother anyone, the cathedral felt... safe. Tall ceilings and remnants of grand stained glass. Maybe a bit drafty, but better than outside in the freezing cold. In a way, it was a lot like home. She closed the door as quietly as possible, so as not to disturb the residents, and made her way down the main aisle.
Her thoughts matched her appearance; disheveled hair, unbound, but tucked into her coat, which had been thrown on hastily with no regard for appearances. Her eyes were rimmed in red, and swollen. She was damp, and cold, as she found herself a place on a bench closest to the alter. For a long moment, she stared up at it, and imagined she was instead standing before the Eidolon wall. Arms circled her knees as she pulled her legs to her chest, her feet up on the bench. The song drifted from her mouth, wordless but not soundless, so low that if not for the accoustics, it might have been that no one would have heard her at all.
"La...lala la.. lu-lah la la.. luh luh..."