She loves when Godric reads. His voice is soothing, makes it so easy to get enveloped in the words. The bit about the boat sinking gives her a flicker of sorrow, changed by the end into a grin.
"That's my boat," she says. And, tasting the word carefully, "Exultant." She isn't sure what it means except that it seems triumphant.
His smile is warm. "That would make sense for you," he tells her. "It means happy. Overwhelmingly so."
Closing the book, he takes a breath. "The poem is about the human spirit. How it responds to trials and tribulations. How it seems to drown, to go under, but humans always regroup. They draw themselves together. And they persevere. Exultantly."
He gives her shoulders a squeeze. "I don't mean to keep you all evening. I know you want to go out. But - I heard about Crozier and thought he would have liked you to have the reminder, as well."
"I needed this," she confesses. "Everyone who knew him liked him. I know my real dad wasn't anything like him, and that made me like him even more." He'd had all the advice and the warmth she'd imagined a father should have.
"He was a light. Warmth. And he cared for you. But the impact that he made on you won't fade," he promises, letting her go so he can get up and get ready to get dressed.
She nods, holding that in her mind for a bit before she gets up and hugs him, and starts for the door.
"Oh- you should get to know John. Uh, Constantine. I don't really know how many others there are but I think there are a lot. But you should be friends."
"Okay, good. And when I get back from bothering Sweeney we can gossip about things, 'kay?" Anything light, anything to keep her busy. She's trying to learn to sit with pain but it's a process to undo so many years of having mastered not feeling them.
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Date: 2021-09-01 01:51 am (UTC)"I'm all ears."
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Date: 2021-09-01 01:56 am (UTC)"Adrift! A little boat adrift!
And night is coming down!
Will no one guide a little boat
Unto the nearest town?
So sailors say, on yesterday,
Just as the dusk was brown,
One little boat gave up its strife,
And gurgled down and down.
But angels say, on yesterday,
Just as the dawn was red,
One little boat o'erspent with gales
Retrimmed its masts, redecked its sails
Exultant, onward sped!"
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Date: 2021-09-01 02:44 am (UTC)"That's my boat," she says. And, tasting the word carefully, "Exultant." She isn't sure what it means except that it seems triumphant.
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Date: 2021-09-01 02:52 am (UTC)Closing the book, he takes a breath. "The poem is about the human spirit. How it responds to trials and tribulations. How it seems to drown, to go under, but humans always regroup. They draw themselves together. And they persevere. Exultantly."
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Date: 2021-09-01 02:55 am (UTC)"Is that why you like humans so much?"
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Date: 2021-09-01 02:58 am (UTC)He gives her shoulders a squeeze. "I don't mean to keep you all evening. I know you want to go out. But - I heard about Crozier and thought he would have liked you to have the reminder, as well."
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Date: 2021-09-01 03:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-09-01 11:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-09-01 07:36 pm (UTC)"Oh- you should get to know John. Uh, Constantine. I don't really know how many others there are but I think there are a lot. But you should be friends."
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Date: 2021-09-02 12:38 am (UTC)He shrugs on a shirt, then decides he might as well take a shower. "Why should we be friends?"
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Date: 2021-09-02 06:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-09-02 09:51 pm (UTC)