Raphael
He/Him/His
Healer
Single
Bisexual
Alana
19 posts
Neither a ninja nor a turtle
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Post by Raphael on Jul 6, 2014 19:07:14 GMT -6
If it were possible, Raphael's eyes started to gleam with delight. "I do the same. Some books or stories more than other - some are really well written, you can derive all sorts of meanings and back them up with the actual writing, others are shallower." Over the course of his existence Raphael had probably spent a decade or two just examining literature as it evolved, a century reading. Particularly religios works - but then, that was probably in his very nature. "Shakespeare's a bit typical to read critically, but he did have good taste in jokes, don't you think?"
He understood that humans had a need to settle down. Their lives were so tiny, and precious, that finding a home and surrounding themselves with friends and family gave them great comfort. But Raphael was, and had, none of those things. He had lived before time ever began in the first place and he would live long after the end of time, so long as he wasn't killed by an even more powerful being. He belonged to no group of humans and the only family he had ever had were the nearly infinite number of angels created to serve God, more than he could ever name. Friendship was almost a foreign concept - he was to serve the Lord and help humans, which didn't entirely preclude having friends.
Settling down sounded like it could be pleasant for a short while, but he couldn't imagine doing it for very long. "That sounds like a good compromise. I don't think I'd be able to stop travelling."
That caught him by surprise and he blinked, a little wide-eyed. Raphael hadn't thought that he gave off a spiritual aura, though perhaps it made sense. "That's true. I suppose it's normally the more religious types who would do that, right?" He chuckled. "I'll admit that I am definitely very religious." His earlier smile turned wistful; sad as he remembered the elderly woman with no family left to sit by her bedside. "It's hard to watch anyone suffer. I do what I can to help, but there's not always much I can do. Healing works in mysterious ways, even well understood."
"Well, what can I say?" he asked, "It's been a long time since I've enjoyed such lovely company or such good conversation."
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Endellion Connelly
She/Her/Hers
Phoenix
Single
Unknown/explored
Kenny
31 posts
Believe in everything.
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Post by Endellion Connelly on Jul 11, 2014 23:37:21 GMT -6
“Yes!” It was so easy for Dell to get swept up in the conversation, for her excitement to overtake any sort of professional performance she might put on. Of course, it wasn’t very helpful that the person she was talking to was just as excited. If she had to be honest, this was probably the best customer interaction she’d had in decades. Maybe even a century or so. “Yes, exactly. I don’t mind the shallow ones in my downtime, but what I wouldn’t do for a book with rich plot, fleshed out characters, and careful symbolism,” she said with a grin. “Oh, yes. And he’s much less dreary than Dickens.” She should know that by now: every work the two of them published had been devoured by the Phoenix somewhere in her lifetime, though she tended to only reread the Shakespeare pieces.
“I don’t think I could either, honestly. Staying only in one place gets incredibly dull,” she said, shrugging. “The trouble with travelling all the time is that it’s hard to make friends when you’re always leaving.” Not that sticking around here had helped her much: she’d had the shop for nearly three hundred years, had her home base in this same city that whole time, and had yet to make a friend that was anything beyond an acquaintance. Though, to be fair, it was likely her fault. She tended to shy away from real relationships. Losing her parents had been a harsh blow, and even centuries later the loss still tugged at her heart. “But travelling, if it’s a part of you? Sometimes it’s like you don’t need friends.” If only.
His expression made her laugh and she shook her head at him. “Aye, you could say that. Though there are those who are just naturally inclined to being kind. Either way, it’s noble work,” she told him, laughter still present in her eyes, lingering also in the smile that tugged at her lips. “I knew it,” she announced. “I’ve yet to meet a non-religious person who would casually bring up the Book of Tobit in conversation.” There was a bit of teasing to her tone but she settled down at Raphael’s shift from happiness to something akin to mourning. Her smile softened, gentleness smoothing away any leftover trace of excitement, though its fire still lingered in her belly, ready to be stirred up again. “I can’t help but feel their pain, or at least what I imagine it would be like to feel it really. That you help those who suffer is amazing, regardless of what happens.”
“If you promise not to tell my other customers, I’ll tell you a secret,” she said, not waiting for him to answer before pushing on. “It’s the same for me. I’m glad you walked in.” |
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Raphael
He/Him/His
Healer
Single
Bisexual
Alana
19 posts
Neither a ninja nor a turtle
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Post by Raphael on Jul 18, 2014 19:40:37 GMT -6
"Shallower books are good sometimes. Can't always read heavy stuff, right? Sometimes it's nice to relax into a simple story." Her enthusiasm was infectious, and Raphael found himself laughing almost merrily. It was nice to find someone who could understand his great fondness for literature, and he was delighted to see Dell swept away with happiness. When she let her barriers down a little, released the professionalism just enough to allow herself to fill the room with warmth, she seemed to come even more alive. Nevermind that she had the right idea when it came to books - but that was a given, wasn't it? No one could make a bookshop so inviting without adoring the stock. "Dickens is hard material, he's so wordy that following the plot can be challenging."
"True enough," he admitted. Perhaps it was different for mortals who travelled compared to him. Raphael travelled to help the faithful and to heal the sick, not necessarily for pleasure or relaxation. He wasn't tied down by friends or family, just his job. "I've never made any long-time friends during my travels - acquaintances, mostly. But you're right, honestly. My work is fulfilling enough that I've never really considered having friends here and there."
Raphael almost blushed pink. It was nice to see her so amused by his reaction, really. "Guilty as charged," he said. "It's my favourite book, which is almost definitely telling about my beliefs, I suppose. But what about you? You haven't said any of your thoughts on religion." With a sigh, he shifted the journal to run a hand through his hair, leaving it a tousled mess. "You've got a good heart," he said, "Not many can appreciate it like that. They just see... lost chance, or opportunity, I'm not sure. Pity instead of sympathy."
"I think it was one of the best decisions I've made today," Raphael grinned. "And as for your other customers, my lips are sealed."
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