Of more value
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lesyeuxvertsTitle: Of more value
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: (3)(100)
Rating: G
Pairing: None.
AN: Inspired by a conversation with![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
samantha_vimes. Father Emilio's name is from "The Sparrow" by Mary Doria Russell, and although her Emilio Sandoz did not have green eyes, he was often called to transfer to new parishes on fairly short notice. The title is from Matthew 10:31 ("Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.")
I am not Catholic and any mistakes that I have made were not intended to be offensive - if you find any, please let me know and I will do my best to correct them.
The silence reverberates through Severus’s bones and he feels translucent like the holy blue in the stained glass windows.
Drawing his knees up to his chest, he crouches in the confessional. Dust motes sting his eyes and when he sneezes the game is over.
Father Emilio bursts into the confessional, swoops down on Severus and tickles him breathless. Everything drops away for a moment, everything except laughter and the crinkles at the corners of Father Emilio’s eyes.
Severus wants this moment forever, the cramped church with the wine-stains on the altar, the tattered hymnals, the rickety pews, Father Emilio’s laugh.
-----
“No,” she says. “You spend too much time there.”
Flies swoop down into his corner, invading his solitude, his perfect misery, and he zaps them dead. The corpses flutter to the ground, dark specks carried by puffs of air.
Their bodies are the same soulful green as Father Emilio’s eyes, shining like the garden in the stained glass.
The church is silent now, Father Emilio waiting there with candlesticks to polish and altar cloths to wash.
There’s no silence, not with noise from the street and his parents’ loud voices. Severus clutches his knees to his chest, closes his eyes.
-----
The church is clean, candlesticks polished, dust motes gone.
Severus hides in the confessional, waits for Father Emilio to call, “I smell the blood of an Englishman,” and begin their game. The silence seeps into Severus, lulls him, and he falls asleep in a crouch, head pillowed on his elbow.
He wakes to silence and his heart jumps in his chest. Father Emilio hasn’t rung the bells for Mass.
Father Emilio’s rosary hangs on the confessional door, blackened silver against the dark wood. Severus touches the cross. The beads, smooth and cold, pool together in his palm with soft clicks.
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: (3)(100)
Rating: G
Pairing: None.
AN: Inspired by a conversation with
samantha_vimes. Father Emilio's name is from "The Sparrow" by Mary Doria Russell, and although her Emilio Sandoz did not have green eyes, he was often called to transfer to new parishes on fairly short notice. The title is from Matthew 10:31 ("Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.")I am not Catholic and any mistakes that I have made were not intended to be offensive - if you find any, please let me know and I will do my best to correct them.
The silence reverberates through Severus’s bones and he feels translucent like the holy blue in the stained glass windows.
Drawing his knees up to his chest, he crouches in the confessional. Dust motes sting his eyes and when he sneezes the game is over.
Father Emilio bursts into the confessional, swoops down on Severus and tickles him breathless. Everything drops away for a moment, everything except laughter and the crinkles at the corners of Father Emilio’s eyes.
Severus wants this moment forever, the cramped church with the wine-stains on the altar, the tattered hymnals, the rickety pews, Father Emilio’s laugh.
-----
“No,” she says. “You spend too much time there.”
Flies swoop down into his corner, invading his solitude, his perfect misery, and he zaps them dead. The corpses flutter to the ground, dark specks carried by puffs of air.
Their bodies are the same soulful green as Father Emilio’s eyes, shining like the garden in the stained glass.
The church is silent now, Father Emilio waiting there with candlesticks to polish and altar cloths to wash.
There’s no silence, not with noise from the street and his parents’ loud voices. Severus clutches his knees to his chest, closes his eyes.
-----
The church is clean, candlesticks polished, dust motes gone.
Severus hides in the confessional, waits for Father Emilio to call, “I smell the blood of an Englishman,” and begin their game. The silence seeps into Severus, lulls him, and he falls asleep in a crouch, head pillowed on his elbow.
He wakes to silence and his heart jumps in his chest. Father Emilio hasn’t rung the bells for Mass.
Father Emilio’s rosary hangs on the confessional door, blackened silver against the dark wood. Severus touches the cross. The beads, smooth and cold, pool together in his palm with soft clicks.
