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Post by Sage Amato on Jun 25, 2011 22:58:24 GMT -5
To say that Sage was desperate was an understatement. For one, he hated churches. Not that he was against the whole religion thing or anything. He was perfectly okay with other people thinking that there was one god or whatever. Obviously, being the child of a goddess, he knew the truth. What he hated so much was organized religion. He hated how they harassed you for your money and shoved their "word" down your throat. That just wasn't his thing. You didn't see him walking around trying to force people to believe in Greek Gods. Then again, Zeus would get on his ass like he did to Bear's. Though Bear so deserved it.
So what was Sage doing in a place like a church when he hated it so much? Well, he was there to pray. No not to some phony god, but to his mother, Aphrodite. Love seemed to be completely absent in his life from his friends and family. He just was not feeling any sort of love and he was desperate. Maybe he would pray to his mother who was roaming around Earth and she would hear him and help him through whatever he was going through. "Aphrodite. Um, Mom? Er...I've never done this kind of thing so I'm not quite sure what to do. I brought you something." Sage did know he had to bring his god parent an offering. It was a diamond necklace, something he hoped Aphrodite would appreciate.
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Post by scarlett on Jun 26, 2011 0:00:10 GMT -5
- - - - - Scarlett eyed the church in front of her, an uncertain look on her face. She didn't even know why she was even there. It wasn't as if she was religious or something. Heck, she could care less for her religion. She didn't need it; she didn't need faith. And even though her mother was a Greek Goddess, Scarlett had sworn to herself that she wasn't going to put her faith on a no-show mother who missed her own first words, her first lost tooth and every birthday. Scarlett doubted that Demeter even remembered her. But what more could you expect from them?
Wringing her hands together, she glanced behind before strutting towards the church. Her blue gaze flitted from the glass windows, to the pews and to the people praying. There was a sort of serene feeling that came with the church. It wasn't what she thought it would be like; a priest and his choir bellowing out a hymn, everyone enjoying it and ad-libbing at the same time. No, it was cool and calm. And very quiet. She slid into the pew for demigods, her head bowed against her chest, looking deep into her hands on her lap. She wasn't sure whether to pray or read the Bible or even sacrifice a lamb. But the words of the person near her made her look up. Someone was praying to Aphrodite? She snorted before disguising it with a cough. Her thoughts of praying to some one holy had left her mind. She leaned on the back of the pew. "Praying to mummy, are we?" She asked mockingly, her voice only loud enough for the boy to hear.
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