light feet and lighter hearts

You're so high, you're so high

You had to be an angel

It was rare that Gideon had much down time, but this particular day was mostly empty; the services were in the early morning and late evening and throughout the day the Temple did not need his attention, the soft candlelit space simple open to any who wanted to use it; he trusted the people of Stormbreak to be responsible with their prayers.

In his chambers above the temple (a small, humble place, really. The only thing to make it seem grand was the high stone ceiling, though it was mostly just full of cobwebs), he sat and wrote in a notebook, trying out thoughts for a new sermon. As he worked he had allowed himself a little indulgence; a bottle of something strong and bitter on the side of his desk, which he took regular swigs from. The pleasing sensation of being lightly tipsy had just began to settle in when there was a knock at the door.

"A moment." He yelled, sighing as he hid the bottle away in a drawer and grabbed a glass of water to swill around his mouth, hoping to hide the smell on his breath. There was nothing else he could do, so he went to open the door, smiling as he saw it was Falke and not anyone closer. "Oh, Doctor! I trust you're not here to tell me I'm dying?"

I'm so high, I'm so high
I can see an angel

gideon

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