Marsh || Steel Inquisitor (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
myironeyes) wrote2013-10-13 11:36 pm
myironeyes) wrote2013-10-13 11:36 pm
GLORIA IN EXCELSIS WTF
[Public, video, backdated to the middle of the flood]
[Marsh is wearing an incredibly cheap-looking tinsel halo, and, incongruously, seems to have subsequently manifested actual wings, which rustle softly behind him. Faint, lovely music can also be heard, like delicate wind chimes or distant hymns.]
BE NOT AFRAID.
[He says this very solemnly, which is not unusual for Marsh. He also seems to have deep resonances and echoing reverberations in his voice, which is.]
BE OF GOOD CHEER.
[He frowns, very slightly. He doesn't understand why he's saying this. But - well. It seems like someone should encourage happiness, after everything that has been happening.
[Open Spam]
[Marsh is drifting around the barge. He still has his black cloak, so it's impossible to tell if he's actually floating or just moving very smoothly. Rooms are a little brighter when he enters them, though the light doesn't seem to come from anywhere in particular. Whoever you are, whatever you've done, whether you're sad or happy, Marsh is going to be kind to you right now. And he may or may not do minor miracles.]
[Private to Ned]
MAY I COME SEE YOU?
[Marsh is wearing an incredibly cheap-looking tinsel halo, and, incongruously, seems to have subsequently manifested actual wings, which rustle softly behind him. Faint, lovely music can also be heard, like delicate wind chimes or distant hymns.]
BE NOT AFRAID.
[He says this very solemnly, which is not unusual for Marsh. He also seems to have deep resonances and echoing reverberations in his voice, which is.]
BE OF GOOD CHEER.
[He frowns, very slightly. He doesn't understand why he's saying this. But - well. It seems like someone should encourage happiness, after everything that has been happening.
[Open Spam]
[Marsh is drifting around the barge. He still has his black cloak, so it's impossible to tell if he's actually floating or just moving very smoothly. Rooms are a little brighter when he enters them, though the light doesn't seem to come from anywhere in particular. Whoever you are, whatever you've done, whether you're sad or happy, Marsh is going to be kind to you right now. And he may or may not do minor miracles.]
[Private to Ned]
MAY I COME SEE YOU?
[Private]
NEVERTHELESS.
ARE YOU OPPOSED TO COMPANY NOW?
[Private]
I'm in the infirmary.
[Private]
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[And he shows up shortly afterward, distant music and unlocalizable glow and all, with the ball in one hand and a book in the other, each of which he sets down on the bedside table after a modicum of shuffling and determining that he cannot comfortably sit down with his new wings.]
[Private]
Digby, on the other hand, trots over to Marsh fully expecting a game of fetch.]
[Private]
[Private]
Thank you for bringing the ball.
[Private]
[He takes it, and rolls it again. It's sort of soothing.]
I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE YOU WHEN I WAS ANGRY. I DIDN'T WANT TO SAY ANYTHING I WOULD REGRET.
[Marsh sometimes says really, really bitchy things when he's angry. And he hasn't been that angry with another human being in a very long time.]
[Private]
I would have deserved it.
[Private]
[Are you going to argue with an angel Ned, are you?]
[Private]
So instead he sinks down further in his chair, leaning his head against the wall to look over his sleeping, deaf and blind inmate]
[Private]
SOMETIMES TERRIBLE THINGS HAPPEN.
[Accept the ball, roll again. Even as an angel, this is hard to say. But it's true. Maybe it's even TRUE.]
EVEN WHEN YOU THINK YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE TO STOP THEM. THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT YOUR FAULT.
[Private]
Are you only saying this because Alpha was killed?
[Private]
I NEEDED TIME.
[He probably would have dithered awhile longer if this hadn't happened, but he would have said something very like it eventually.]
[Private]
I can..take advice, and I can change my methods around if something isn't working.
But I'm just human.
[Private]
[Because Marsh doesn't know, beneath the pointless kneejerk of watched him closer, what he wishes Ned had done differently. He doesn't know what he's doing with his inmate most of the time, either. It's hard. They're both just doing their best.]
I JUST WANT TO BE FRIENDS AGAIN. CAN WE DO THAT?
[Private]
..Of course.
[Private]
...I AM GLAD.
[He's still a little too unsure of himself to smile, but he's totally doing that happy-bird-fluff-feathers thing with his wings.]
[Private]
[Despite everything, the Piemaker has to duck his head down as he grins at the image Marsh is presenting]
You're preening.
[Private]
[He gingerly unfolds one of the wings - they're big, proportional to a man's weight - and drapes it over and around Ned, sheltering without quite touching him.]
[Private]
He remains like that, silent, for a long few seconds.
But it's never good to dwell on what cannot currently be, and eventually he brings himself out of his own trance, looking up at Marsh]
You're good at that.
[Private]
PREENING?
[Private]
[Private]
[Sarcastic angel. Who knew? But he's still smiling.]
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