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One Heart :: Christian/Augustus May 19, 2012 9:18:14 GMT -5

Post by meg. on May 19, 2012 9:18:14 GMT -5

As it was in the beginning
So shall it be in the end
Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right

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AUGUSTUS ASQUITH

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The leaden tugs of slumber relinquished their grasps on his fast-shut eyes. Cracking the slick of sleep-dust that cemented together his lids, Augustus stared at the ceiling. For one glorious moment, his saliva tasted sweet in his mouth and he felt nothing. The lack of human emotions astounded him, and he thought about how ethereal he felt. Whilst he was busy being proud about how close to the trinity he had become, he realised that he was proud, ~~the arrogant are cursed, after all,~~

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One heavy leg followed the other onto the floor, and he pulled himself to his feet, sleep not quite ready to pull her hands off his body yet. She chased him into his apartments postage stamp of a bathroom, where his lukewarm uneven trickle of water that was supposedly a shower attempted to chase her off. He dressed, paying no attention to the clothes he chose, and proceeded out into the corridor, pulling the door shut behind him. Realising his mistake, heart pounding ever so slightly quicker but eyes rolling with the humble ability to laugh at oneself, he took out his card, jammed it back into his door. Grabbing a disorganised folder with sketchy photocopies of sheet music hanging out this way and that, he stuffed it into his satchel and grabbed his temporary guitar. The school’s instrument had been loaned to him by his music teacher, a sort of ‘welcome’ gift, and was by no means of the highest quality but was still strum-able. He knew how to play the instrument- he had been taught by his church’s little old piano lady in the hopes that it would keep him out of trouble, and indeed that it had. Scattered around his bed were leaves of paper like that which fell from an autumn tree, only these ones bore words. Some said thank-you, some were apologies, some were prayers, but all songs of praise, songs to his great Teacher, someone who had given him much more than a guitar.

The instrument strap was slung carelessly over his shoulder, and dug in tightly, almost to the point of pain. The final click his door made shutting was uplifting, and he strutted down the hallway, guitar banging against his side, with a spring in his step. It wasn’t as if anything particularly good had happened to him that morning, or as if he was going anywhere incredible, but he was going somewhere.[/i] He had a purpose, a direction, and such a willingness to follow the light of his Lord. For him, that was reason enough to feel his heart swell in happiness, because there was so much love in his life.

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The shrill buzzer that signalled the end of Maths ate away at his ears, stark amd unfriendly, unlike the romantic trills that were seen in pre- dark days movies. There, the characters seemed to leave school to smoke cigarettes- why waste God’s gift of life like that?- or have sex out of wedlock- why go against His word like that? Augustus Asquith had somewhere much more important to go. Grabbing his guitar out of the corner of the classroom, he headed along the corridor to the classroom where he was meant to be meeting Christian Barrow.

The weeks Glee project had been to make a collaboration of two old world songs with a partner, and Christian had been paired with Augustus. Although Gus was the new kid on the block, Christian had seemed quite happy to take him under his ~~rather mothering~~ wing. The boy, to Gus, seemed nice enough, if a bit vain, but Gus believed that his own judging actions were as much of a sin as anyone’s personality flaws.

Closing the classroom door pointedly behind him- it seemed like a bit of a day for closing doors- he was not particularly surprised nor worried that Christian was not yet there. Instead, he thumbed his miscellany of Old music until he came to the one he was planning to use. Cradling his guitar like it was his child, and fingering the strings as if they were the most precise of braids, he began to strum. It was a song about love, and giving thanks, and although he didn’t particularly understand parts of it he thought that is gave a secret message about what he thought of the music club that he was still viewing from the outside. When he was very little, he would write with lemon juice notes to his father, who would then cook them in the oven and reveal a six-year-olds secrets. He hoped his song choice would be a little like that- blind to an eye which is not willing to see. But the song had a message of coming together to become one, which was what Augustus thought that the club needed to do. Although there were many fantastic talents- God is so giving- many of the kids needed to not let their personal separations influence their musical interdependence. [/color]
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Let them all pass all their dirty remarks
There is one question I'd really love to ask
Is there a place for the hopeless sinner

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Last Edit: May 19, 2012 9:19:38 GMT -5 by meg.

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One Heart :: Christian/Augustus Jun 3, 2012 1:34:06 GMT -5

Post by ✨ on Jun 3, 2012 1:34:06 GMT -5

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The thing about Christian Barrow that made him jump at the sound of 'new kid' was that he knew what it was like to be an outcast. And sure, he could be fussy, and ushering and a little too over bearing (or a lot, actually), but it was all in good faith. Perhaps there is a lucky kid who manages to fit in fine with the others, make friends quickly and be cracking jokes by their first week though with some of the stories prior to arriving in the grim halls of District Thirteen, it was hard for Christian to believe sometimes that anyone could laugh at all, for most cases, it's not so fine and dandy. It's hard enough trying to get through the likes of school and routine and timetables stamped on your arm everyday, let alone fitting in to a strange, foreign system that everyone around you seems to know so well.

So Christian would be lying if he said he was surprised by the head turns and wide-eyed stares when he quickly raised his hand in volunteering to be the new kid's partner for this week's Glee assignment. The audience didn't phase him, neither the quirks of eyebrows - when you're used to being stared at both on an off the stage, it gets a little less unnerving by the day - in fact, he kind of liked his sudden burst of difference. Usually, himself and Ella would tuck themselves quietly in a corner and work on their classic song choosings; but the sixteen year old had felt the need for something different in his day. Variety in District Thirteen was hard to come by these days.

He had even been kind enough kind wasn't really the word Christian would use for this action, but it was most likely a first for him and something that didn't happen often, so the kid better be thankful to let Augustus choose the songs they had to search for. Isabella had casually joked over lunch at school about something to do with aliens zapping away her best friend and replacing him with someone different altogether - that just happened to be as fashion-conscious and a little self-centred as Christian was. And even though a smile and small laugh had followed it, the innocent comment had left him with something to think about. Perhaps he was changing. Change wasn't something Christian was used to, but regardless, he was undecided on the matter. He wasn't really sure if he liked change or not. But it seemed that he was open to random, unexpected opportunity more recently, and decided to not dwell on it too long and save the thought for more appropriate occasions, like belting out a Broadway classic in the shower.

Rounding corners of the two teenager's agreed meeting place, Christian cleared his mind and focused on the task at hand. His new-found mentoree whispers of 'odd' and 'Jesus freak' from others crashing about in Christians mind, did not seem to pose a problem to Christian. Although not religious himself the one topic that it seemed the brunette would rather not have his opinion heard about, something that may shock his fellow classmates, Christian was open to the boy's input, for the sake of the Glee Club and their performance. It wasn't as if he hadn't been called worse things ~~(at the bottom of trash-bins and bathroom stalls)~~, and didn't Christian just note how he felt that a little bit of change was needed in his life?

"Hello!" Christian beamed at his new friend - if friend was the word, as it felt a little to early to be calling him that, but hey, a guy could hope - "Got your songs yet?" he added, gesturing to the guitar in the dreadlock-headed boy's arms. Never had Christian believed he would be partnering up with a guitar-playing, hippie-looking newbie singing acoustic, most-probably-religious songs - a first for not only Chris but the Glee Club too. Yet change happened step by step, after all, and this was his chance to seize it.

But perhaps, the change was not needed in his life, but the whole Glee Club, too.

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