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Father Luca Gabrielli ([personal profile] deo_volente) wrote2017-03-14 06:01 pm
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[personal profile] dweomer 2017-03-15 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
Nearly a century had passed since Davy Jones had last been in Cefalu, having last haunted the city when the memories of magic were still fresh in the air from when a notorious English wizard had taken residence there. Davy was there out of a sake of nostalgia - even a faerie king could feel the bitterness of the state of things in the world, and the world was currently in a sorry state.

Calling upon God had never been something he was inclined to doing, but there was a certain sense of comfort visiting the old church. He much preferred convents, if only because he had somewhat fonder memories of sisters from his childhood. Davy slipped quietly into the building, without much more bluster than a cool salt breeze following in his wake through the front doors; his boots padded against the stone floor without a sound.

He didn't hesitate once he saw the figure seated at the front. He settled down into a pew across the aisle and lounged back, arms spread across the back of the bench. His eyes rose to the apse, where the light pooled as part of the church's design.

"The architecture is always admirable, at least."
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[personal profile] dweomer 2017-03-20 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)

The accent on the English caught Davy's attention. While he'd never been much fond of priests, he could at least appreciate that this man was trying to be accommodating. He took a small breath and let himself settle into the faerie all-tongue; it let people hear whatever they'd best understand, and he assumed this man would hear Italian.

"I haven't willingly been to a mass since I was less than half the size I am now." Davy could have added the sort of taunting smirk one might expect with that confession, but no, as he looked to the priest, his smile was gentle.

"But I do appreciate the stillness in the absence of ceremony, I suppose." Davy turned his gaze back up to the apse. "Have you been here long?"

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[personal profile] dweomer 2017-04-03 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)

"Oh, has Lombardi not been well? Then again, he was a sickly child." Davy said it casually, with the expected touch of concern would expect with those words, but there was the fact of his apparent age. He looked over his shoulder and gave Luca a questioning look and shrugged a touch.

"Pleasure to meet you, Father Luca Gabrielli. I'm Davy." He stuck to the shortened form of his name, even if it sounded off in Italian - he had always been stubborn about that, even in his mortal days.

"Well, you look like you're settling in, at least." And then he gave the priest another look-over, the state of his body and all. "Unless that is all recent."

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[personal profile] dweomer 2017-04-17 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
The corners of Davy's mouth quirked at the incredulity he heard in Luca's voice; if he were eager to be seen as fully insane, he'd have remarked, I know: I age really well, though truly he didn't age at all. He did rather like the priest, though, and the conversation they were having.

"Mm," he hummed with a slight nod, "I remember when the roads were a touch safer than they are now. Some time it is when the seas are safer. In theory." The faerie pushed up to his feet at that point, feeling a little too restless now that he'd seen the bruises on the priest's face.

"Does the church have a garden, Father Gabrielli? A wanderer's life calls for improvisation, so I am sure I can find something in there that will help that sorry face of yours."
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[personal profile] dweomer 2017-04-23 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)

"Oh, I am sure I could work a little magic with whatever you have at your disposal, Father. No need to apologize." Davy followed along at a steady pace, keeping behind the priest and observing the way he carried himself. Davy couldn't quite tell what to make of the priest just yet, but there was perhaps something of interest about him.

"But my oh my, you were attacked three times?" Davy caught up just enough to look around at Luca's face as he kept the pace up. He laughed, in sympathy at least.

"You poor man." Davy's steps quickened and he turned again so that he was walking backwards, facing the priest as he did so. His steps held none of the hesitation a normal person might have had walking in such a manner. "You were meant for the priesthood, weren't you?"

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[personal profile] dweomer 2017-04-24 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)

Davy had entertained enough and raised enough children to recognize that light in the man's eyes, so it was a sign for him to continue and keep a smile on his face. Priests had never been Davy's favorite sort of person in a general sense, but he'd favored one or two in particular here and there. He settled with his back against the door once Luca paused, his smile settling away.

"So you would say you're touched for it. How mysterious." Davy widened his eyes as if he found the very idea amusing, and once the priest had opened the door behind him, he continued along his merry way, grin returning. "And for being robbed, it seems!"

Davy turned around and began to pace through the garden, seeking nothing in particular and simply letting the plants speak to him. Apparently, not many faeries came along this way, so they were somewhat excited; he stirred up a breeze to give them something refreshing as a gift. The garden began to fill with a slightly stronger and sweeter scent. As he wandered along, he would sweep down and brush his fingers along some of the shrubs and they would almost seem to brighten and deepen their colors in the process.

"I don't know how you could say this garden is so poor. I'd steal it myself if I could keep it on my ship."

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[personal profile] dweomer 2017-04-30 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)

"Oh, but sometimes you can be touched by the back of God's hand as much as the front, though those are usually the demon-touched rather than the unlucky." Davy was still wandering around the garden, stooping toward certain plants here and there, offering silent words and letting his fingers pass along their foliage. He plucked up a little bit here and there: some parsley, St. John's Wort, and a little garlic.

"And if you fail, I think these darlings appreciate the effort nonetheless. It's why they'll so gladly help you." Davy turned about with his little haul of herbs cupped in his hands. He looked around and spotted a flat rock off to one side of the garden. Settling on over by it, he set his herbs down and took another rock to begin mashing everything up into a paste. All the while, he was muttering under his breath in a rhythmic way.

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[personal profile] dweomer 2017-05-11 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)

The verse was a familiar one. A long time ago, in another life, Davy had been raised and taught by holy sisters and instilled in him a love of the word. Funny how they had also perhaps led him into being what he now was, inadvertently. Davy paused his work upon the ointment and looked, though past Luca.

"As a whirlwind passeth, so is the wicked no more: but the righteous is an everlasting foundation." Davy favored those words in Italian, rather than using the English of King James's version. Some days he still felt sorry he had not slaughtered the man. He looked back down to the ointment and gave it a quick little stir with his finger before pushing up to his feet.

"Looks like this is ready." He scooped up some of the green paste and walked over toward Luca. "Close your eyes, Father. I'll be gentle."

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[personal profile] dweomer 2017-05-22 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hm. Slow messengers are always a frustration, aren't they?" Davy mused in response to the verse and began to hum an old song as he brought his fingers against Luca's cheek. He worked very gently at spreading it over the priest's face. As he hummed, the paste began to glow softly with his magic and the magic of the plants that he had called upon as he requested their assistance - hence, the closed eyes, though Luca might have felt a spreading coolness as the paste made the bruises fade.

"I suppose one should get to the point, then." Davy sighed as he finished coating Luca's face - there was still a bit of a glow as the paste sank into Luca's skin. "You can open your eyes now, father."
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[personal profile] dweomer 2017-05-23 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)

The look on Luca's face was priceless, and Davy was not above laughing at such a display, though he was gentle enough to not fall over cackling like a jackal. He wiped a stray tear away from his eye.

"I suppose one might call it that. I would just say it's the plants' love for you as their caretaker. Or a bit of magic." Davy shrugged at the last bit. "Though, I am not sure if you'd believe in it or not."

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[personal profile] dweomer 2017-06-05 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm a true renaissance man, father. Sailor, poet, fighter, lover." The faerie laughed as he took a step back and offered the priest a flourishing bow. It was the sort of manner he'd always made fun of, even when he'd been just a man and friend to a king. Those were silly airs that belonged in tales, not the real world.

"Let that sit on your face for a few more minutes and then you can rinse off."
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[personal profile] dweomer 2017-06-11 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)

Davy perked up at the offer of a drink, or he seemingly did, at least. Who and what he was were not inclined to deny the opportunity for something a little strong. He wondered what goodies a priest in this neck of the world might have to offer.

"Your hospitality is greatly appreciated, Father. Please." Davy moved to Luca's side and slipped his arm about the man's side as if they were the oldest of friends. "Lead the way."

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[personal profile] dweomer 2017-06-12 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)

"Not very often, no. It's been ages since I was last called here." The words came off-handed, easy, so they could be taken just as a figure of speech of the priest so preferred. Davy trailed after the priest like some half-drunk sneaking with his lover to their home, trying to maintain contact whilst not alerting anyone else. He grinned as he considered the door behind which he assumed someone lay sleeping. The elder priest, as there always was with one so young as this one.

"You respect your elders. No wonder you're so kind to this old man," Davy teased with a wolfish grin. He looked like a man in that vague space of his twenties and thirties; he was far older. "There are few people left like you."

He moved to claim the glasses from Luca's hands and settled on over to the table with them so that the priest could get the drink for them.

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[personal profile] dweomer 2017-06-19 12:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Adventure." His brows lifted at the sight of what he knew to be rum after centuries at sea. Not something he imagined was very en vogue in Italy, especially toward the south. He imagined it must have belonged to the old man.

"To good young men, then." He held his glass up in a little toast to Luca and then took a sip of his rum. Davy almost coughed - it was stronger than he expected for an old priest. The faerie would have laughed if not for the fact that he was holding to not waking the man up.

"My, with a drink like this, I can imagine he doesn't let you get away with much."
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[personal profile] dweomer 2017-07-10 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Davy's eyes crinkled at the corner at the way Luca downed his liquor and the reaction he gave. This priest was a curious mixture of softness and rough edges. Davy took another sip of his rum, now knowing what to expect.

"Oh, I wouldn't call myself 'good.' 'Incorrigible' might be more appropriate." He took the rest of his rum in one swig.

"Shameless, too."