Post by AVA GREENE on Apr 24, 2016 22:57:24 GMT -6
stay here for a while
'Cause you know I just wanna see you smile
Ava ducked into the sanctuary of the church, a shiver passing through her at the chill outside. She shook out her soaking umbrella, trying to make as little of a mess as she could manage. It seemed that the spring showers were in full swing, which was nothing something that bothered her in the least. Rather, she loved the rain and the storms that came in to signal the arrival of springtime. The air carried the scent of petrichor, a smell that always made her smile and want to breathe deeply. And the rains brought a promise with them- new life, flowers blossoming, and the Earth would just hum with the promise of fresh starts. In light of recent events, this kind of cosmic positivity was really something Ava needed in her life. She’d been really feeling sullen since returning from the hospital. The rain was exactly what she needed to boost her spirits.
She went to church every Sunday, but would occasionally go after the sermons to avoid the crowd and be able to pray and have her time with God in peace. This was one of those times. As she shed her jacket, tucking it under her arm, and selected one of the pews near the front of the church, Ava felt as if her soul had already begun to reach outside of her, searching for the presence of God in hopes to relieve at least some of the aching. She set her coat and purse down next to her and pulled out the stool under the pew just ahead, got on her knees and bowed her head in prayer. While in this position, she always did her Hail Mary’s and her Our Fathers. She repeated several of both, more Hail Mary’s as they brought her more peace. After doing several without the rosary, she fished out the glass beads string together with a silver chain and began to count through them accordingly. Finally, after finishing through the entire rosary, she lifted herself back onto the pew, tucking the stool back in. For a while, she simply gazed absently at the cross, almost looking through it instead of at it. She felt safe in this place, safe to gather her thoughts and examine the newly broken pieces of her ever breaking heart. Today was a new day, but she was afflicted still by the same old poisons.
Her blue eyes searched the front of the church carefully, examining everything from the organ to the flower arrangements (fake ones despite her constant offerings to supply the church with fresh arrangements each week), to the large crucifix that hung above it all. She studied the face of Jesus as if the lines of his face held the answers she was looking for. There was a loud silence that pressed over the surface of the church, and when she began to speak, soft spoken as she was it still seemed deafeningly loud. “I don’t know where to go from here,” she admitted to the man on the cross and His Father above. “It seems all my life I’ve known how to run, but I’m starting to lose my balance… I’m slipping.” She sighed and looked down at her hands, her pink hair falling in front of her face. “I… I know You have a plan… that you know what’s right. It’s just getting so hard to have faith, especially when Theo… when I see him hurting so much and there’s nothing I can do.” Tears sprung to her eyes as she admitted her shortcomings, as she felt the pain in her heart at Theodore’s suffering bloom once again. “Please give me the strength to help him find peace… to end this. Please just show me what I need to do because I really don’t know. I feel so weak and I just…” A tear slipped down her eyes and she brushed it away, casting her gaze back to the cross. “Help me be strong enough for them… for Theodore, for Faith, for Diego. Please just show me how to not let them down… again.”
Ava took a steadying breath and shook her head, trying to dispel the tears that had come with the sudden swell of emotion. A flash of lighting lit up the whole building for a second, and only moments later the thunder filled the room with its bellows. To many, the sounds were frightening, but to Ava the rain and the thunder were soothing. She always pictured the thunder as the clash of angelic swords as they protected heaven and earth of the demons that threatened them all. For some reason, whenever she pictured the warrior angels like Michael of Rafael they always looked somewhat similar to Faith Blackfeather, her very good friend. She wasn’t sure why it was so easy to picture him with majestic armor and a sword in hand like the sculptures of the archangels depicted. Perhaps it was because of the way he’d protected her over these past ten years, taking in Theo and herself when they’d had no place to go and looking after them when they were in trouble. In many ways, Faith was Ava’s personal guardian angel, her own blessing sent straight from heaven. He had come into her life at a time where giving up had seemed the most agreeable option and then had filled her with hope, reminded her why exactly she still had to have courage. She owed him so much since the first time he’d unleashed that warm smile on her and for every time he’d saved her and Theo’s life since. She doubted it was a debt she would ever be able to repay.
On a whim, Ava fished out her cellphone from her purse, scrolled through her contacts and dialed Faith’s number. It went straight to voicemail, indicating that his cell was currently turned off. At the beep, she was quiet for a moment and then said, “Hey, Faith, it’s Ava. I just stopped by here at the Cathedral, the one close to the station, and was thinking of you. Thought I might check in and see how everything was going. Guess your phone’s off, though, so I’ll try you at the station. If I don’t get a hold of you, then you have a wonderful day, honey. I’ll talk to you later. Bye.” She tapped the End button and the call dropped. Clicking his name again, she used the work phone listed, the number to his desk at the police department. After tapping the number, it rang twice, but it was not Faith who answered. A different masculine voice came through the speaker, sounding somewhat bored as he said, “Detective Blackfeather’s desk.” She was surprised someone else answered his phone, but she said anyway, “Oh, um hello. This is Ava Greene-“ She was cut off by the other end as the man’s voice turned instantly friendly, “Oh, hey Ava! It’s Danny. How’s it going, pretty lady? Feeling any better?” Ava smiled, recognizing the name as one of the other detective’s in the station. She was known by many of the local LEO’s since she was a frequent visitor to the building, often leaving flowers for Faith and the officers.
“Hi Danny,” she replied, “I’m feeling much better, thank you. They’ve already got both my casts off and everything.” The accident, a hit and run that was really anything but accidental, had left her with several broken ribs, a broken arm and a slight fracture in one of her legs. Time had passed, and the only thing remaining from the incident was the brace around her right arm. Theo and Faith had taken rotating shifts to stay by Ava’s side while she’d been in the hospital, an action she normally would have deemed unnecessary, but after the second attempt at her life while lying in the bed she had to admit it was probably a necessary precaution, no matter how much it displeased her to be a bother to either man. “Good to hear, good to hear sweetheart. Anyway, Faith’s a bit tied up in interrogation right now. Should I have him give you a ring back?” Ah, that would explain his cell being shut off. Despite being on the phone, Ava shook her head and then said, “No, that’s alright. It’s only a social call. I’ll just try again when he’s not busy.” In the background on the other end, she heard shouting and commotion, and she heard the detective sigh in annoyance. “Cool, cool. Well, I’ve got to go. Some airheads causing trouble. Hey, Ava, don’t be such a stranger no more, okay? We miss seeing you around here.” Ava laughed and replied sweetly, “Alright, Daniel. I promise. Good luck with your airheads.” The phone beeped to indicate the call had been disconnected, and Ava put it away with a smile on her face.
She sight softly and leaned on the pew in front of her, gazing idly at the crucifix. Since Sundays were the only days that Ava didn’t work at the floral shop, she had no place to be and had no problem sitting at the pews for a good while. It was a peaceful, quiet place and at least here she didn’t have to worry about her demon ex-husband or sister. As she sat, a few people filed in and out around here, all of them quietly passing through to say their piece with God and then part ways. Ava remained lost in thought, listening occasionally to the audible prayers of others when she could hear them, and basking in the silence when she was along. After nearly two hours of sitting, Ava finally got up, fished a couple of dollars out of her wallet, put it in the donation box and went to light a prayer candle. Quietly, she transferred the fire from one of the small candles at the base of a saint and lit a new one, head bowed in silent prayer.
||TAG:FAITH BLACKFEATHER ||WORD COUNT: 1665 ||CLOTHES ||
||NOTES: so i was at work with nothing to do and had waaaay too much time on my hands... so this is stupidly long. i apologize.
She went to church every Sunday, but would occasionally go after the sermons to avoid the crowd and be able to pray and have her time with God in peace. This was one of those times. As she shed her jacket, tucking it under her arm, and selected one of the pews near the front of the church, Ava felt as if her soul had already begun to reach outside of her, searching for the presence of God in hopes to relieve at least some of the aching. She set her coat and purse down next to her and pulled out the stool under the pew just ahead, got on her knees and bowed her head in prayer. While in this position, she always did her Hail Mary’s and her Our Fathers. She repeated several of both, more Hail Mary’s as they brought her more peace. After doing several without the rosary, she fished out the glass beads string together with a silver chain and began to count through them accordingly. Finally, after finishing through the entire rosary, she lifted herself back onto the pew, tucking the stool back in. For a while, she simply gazed absently at the cross, almost looking through it instead of at it. She felt safe in this place, safe to gather her thoughts and examine the newly broken pieces of her ever breaking heart. Today was a new day, but she was afflicted still by the same old poisons.
Her blue eyes searched the front of the church carefully, examining everything from the organ to the flower arrangements (fake ones despite her constant offerings to supply the church with fresh arrangements each week), to the large crucifix that hung above it all. She studied the face of Jesus as if the lines of his face held the answers she was looking for. There was a loud silence that pressed over the surface of the church, and when she began to speak, soft spoken as she was it still seemed deafeningly loud. “I don’t know where to go from here,” she admitted to the man on the cross and His Father above. “It seems all my life I’ve known how to run, but I’m starting to lose my balance… I’m slipping.” She sighed and looked down at her hands, her pink hair falling in front of her face. “I… I know You have a plan… that you know what’s right. It’s just getting so hard to have faith, especially when Theo… when I see him hurting so much and there’s nothing I can do.” Tears sprung to her eyes as she admitted her shortcomings, as she felt the pain in her heart at Theodore’s suffering bloom once again. “Please give me the strength to help him find peace… to end this. Please just show me what I need to do because I really don’t know. I feel so weak and I just…” A tear slipped down her eyes and she brushed it away, casting her gaze back to the cross. “Help me be strong enough for them… for Theodore, for Faith, for Diego. Please just show me how to not let them down… again.”
Ava took a steadying breath and shook her head, trying to dispel the tears that had come with the sudden swell of emotion. A flash of lighting lit up the whole building for a second, and only moments later the thunder filled the room with its bellows. To many, the sounds were frightening, but to Ava the rain and the thunder were soothing. She always pictured the thunder as the clash of angelic swords as they protected heaven and earth of the demons that threatened them all. For some reason, whenever she pictured the warrior angels like Michael of Rafael they always looked somewhat similar to Faith Blackfeather, her very good friend. She wasn’t sure why it was so easy to picture him with majestic armor and a sword in hand like the sculptures of the archangels depicted. Perhaps it was because of the way he’d protected her over these past ten years, taking in Theo and herself when they’d had no place to go and looking after them when they were in trouble. In many ways, Faith was Ava’s personal guardian angel, her own blessing sent straight from heaven. He had come into her life at a time where giving up had seemed the most agreeable option and then had filled her with hope, reminded her why exactly she still had to have courage. She owed him so much since the first time he’d unleashed that warm smile on her and for every time he’d saved her and Theo’s life since. She doubted it was a debt she would ever be able to repay.
On a whim, Ava fished out her cellphone from her purse, scrolled through her contacts and dialed Faith’s number. It went straight to voicemail, indicating that his cell was currently turned off. At the beep, she was quiet for a moment and then said, “Hey, Faith, it’s Ava. I just stopped by here at the Cathedral, the one close to the station, and was thinking of you. Thought I might check in and see how everything was going. Guess your phone’s off, though, so I’ll try you at the station. If I don’t get a hold of you, then you have a wonderful day, honey. I’ll talk to you later. Bye.” She tapped the End button and the call dropped. Clicking his name again, she used the work phone listed, the number to his desk at the police department. After tapping the number, it rang twice, but it was not Faith who answered. A different masculine voice came through the speaker, sounding somewhat bored as he said, “Detective Blackfeather’s desk.” She was surprised someone else answered his phone, but she said anyway, “Oh, um hello. This is Ava Greene-“ She was cut off by the other end as the man’s voice turned instantly friendly, “Oh, hey Ava! It’s Danny. How’s it going, pretty lady? Feeling any better?” Ava smiled, recognizing the name as one of the other detective’s in the station. She was known by many of the local LEO’s since she was a frequent visitor to the building, often leaving flowers for Faith and the officers.
“Hi Danny,” she replied, “I’m feeling much better, thank you. They’ve already got both my casts off and everything.” The accident, a hit and run that was really anything but accidental, had left her with several broken ribs, a broken arm and a slight fracture in one of her legs. Time had passed, and the only thing remaining from the incident was the brace around her right arm. Theo and Faith had taken rotating shifts to stay by Ava’s side while she’d been in the hospital, an action she normally would have deemed unnecessary, but after the second attempt at her life while lying in the bed she had to admit it was probably a necessary precaution, no matter how much it displeased her to be a bother to either man. “Good to hear, good to hear sweetheart. Anyway, Faith’s a bit tied up in interrogation right now. Should I have him give you a ring back?” Ah, that would explain his cell being shut off. Despite being on the phone, Ava shook her head and then said, “No, that’s alright. It’s only a social call. I’ll just try again when he’s not busy.” In the background on the other end, she heard shouting and commotion, and she heard the detective sigh in annoyance. “Cool, cool. Well, I’ve got to go. Some airheads causing trouble. Hey, Ava, don’t be such a stranger no more, okay? We miss seeing you around here.” Ava laughed and replied sweetly, “Alright, Daniel. I promise. Good luck with your airheads.” The phone beeped to indicate the call had been disconnected, and Ava put it away with a smile on her face.
She sight softly and leaned on the pew in front of her, gazing idly at the crucifix. Since Sundays were the only days that Ava didn’t work at the floral shop, she had no place to be and had no problem sitting at the pews for a good while. It was a peaceful, quiet place and at least here she didn’t have to worry about her demon ex-husband or sister. As she sat, a few people filed in and out around here, all of them quietly passing through to say their piece with God and then part ways. Ava remained lost in thought, listening occasionally to the audible prayers of others when she could hear them, and basking in the silence when she was along. After nearly two hours of sitting, Ava finally got up, fished a couple of dollars out of her wallet, put it in the donation box and went to light a prayer candle. Quietly, she transferred the fire from one of the small candles at the base of a saint and lit a new one, head bowed in silent prayer.
||TAG:FAITH BLACKFEATHER ||WORD COUNT: 1665 ||CLOTHES ||
||NOTES: so i was at work with nothing to do and had waaaay too much time on my hands... so this is stupidly long. i apologize.
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