TM topic 186 Religion
"Did you need something son?"
The voice jolted Oz out of his thoughts, and to be honest made him jump a bit. He wasn't used to people catching him off guard anymore the scents and sounds of heartbeats generally told him when he wasn't alone. The down side of being so involved in deep thought was that it kept him from noticing the other things around him.
"I'm fine, thanks." What did you call priests anyway? They all seemed to have a different title depending on the church you were in and Oz wasn't even actually sure which church he was sitting in at the moment. "I just needed a quiet place to think for a minute." Maybe he should move on, stop attracting attention.
"Well this is a good place for that, I like to sit here and think myself when I get the chance. Sometimes thoughts are easier to figure out if you share them." the priest wasn't pushy he was just offering the opportunity to talk if Oz wanted to have it.
"I'm not religious. Actually I probably shouldn't be here but...do you believe in monsters?"
The priest sat down next to him with a serious face. "I do. Both human and other kinds. Are you in trouble son?"
"I'm one of them. I do everything I can to keep others safe from me but I worry you know?" He didn't miss the quick flash of a cross at him while he spoke. The priest really did believe in the monsters then. "I'm not a vampire..." the priests face showed worry he was probably wishing he'd called the cops to chase Oz out by now. "I just have this whole full moon issue."
There was a long silence from the priest sitting next to him but at least he hadn't gotten up and ran for the door yet, it was a hopeful sign.
"Son, no one is more of a monster than they wish to be. Even the ones who wear fur for a few days a month are governed more by the human side than the other if that is what they want. I take the fact that you are worried about what harm you could cause as a good thing. If you are worried then you know what is wrong and what harm you could potentially do. It is those who do not fear who turn to darkness." he patted Oz's shoulder lightly. "You will do fine as long as you keep that in mind."
With a nod Oz stood up and started to walk away but he turned before he had gone more than a few steps.
"I kill other werewolves. If they hurt people I kill them." He wasn't looking for absolution or understanding but he didn't want the priest thinking he was better than he was.
"I will pray for you my son." The look on the priests face was one of utter sadness and sympathy.
"I'm not religious." And Oz shrugged his guitar up over his shoulder before opening the door and walking out into the sunlight.
Inside the church the priest lightly traced old scars left by teeth and talons under the sleeve of his cassock. "I am my son....I am."
Muse Oz
Fandom BtVS/AtS
Word Count 543
The voice jolted Oz out of his thoughts, and to be honest made him jump a bit. He wasn't used to people catching him off guard anymore the scents and sounds of heartbeats generally told him when he wasn't alone. The down side of being so involved in deep thought was that it kept him from noticing the other things around him.
"I'm fine, thanks." What did you call priests anyway? They all seemed to have a different title depending on the church you were in and Oz wasn't even actually sure which church he was sitting in at the moment. "I just needed a quiet place to think for a minute." Maybe he should move on, stop attracting attention.
"Well this is a good place for that, I like to sit here and think myself when I get the chance. Sometimes thoughts are easier to figure out if you share them." the priest wasn't pushy he was just offering the opportunity to talk if Oz wanted to have it.
"I'm not religious. Actually I probably shouldn't be here but...do you believe in monsters?"
The priest sat down next to him with a serious face. "I do. Both human and other kinds. Are you in trouble son?"
"I'm one of them. I do everything I can to keep others safe from me but I worry you know?" He didn't miss the quick flash of a cross at him while he spoke. The priest really did believe in the monsters then. "I'm not a vampire..." the priests face showed worry he was probably wishing he'd called the cops to chase Oz out by now. "I just have this whole full moon issue."
There was a long silence from the priest sitting next to him but at least he hadn't gotten up and ran for the door yet, it was a hopeful sign.
"Son, no one is more of a monster than they wish to be. Even the ones who wear fur for a few days a month are governed more by the human side than the other if that is what they want. I take the fact that you are worried about what harm you could cause as a good thing. If you are worried then you know what is wrong and what harm you could potentially do. It is those who do not fear who turn to darkness." he patted Oz's shoulder lightly. "You will do fine as long as you keep that in mind."
With a nod Oz stood up and started to walk away but he turned before he had gone more than a few steps.
"I kill other werewolves. If they hurt people I kill them." He wasn't looking for absolution or understanding but he didn't want the priest thinking he was better than he was.
"I will pray for you my son." The look on the priests face was one of utter sadness and sympathy.
"I'm not religious." And Oz shrugged his guitar up over his shoulder before opening the door and walking out into the sunlight.
Inside the church the priest lightly traced old scars left by teeth and talons under the sleeve of his cassock. "I am my son....I am."
Muse Oz
Fandom BtVS/AtS
Word Count 543