HOME | DD

Description
He is enjoying this.

When he had first come to the world where his God had once walked in mortal form, there had been so much he had feared, so much that had confused him and worried him and driven him to impotent wrath.

But right now, he is enjoying this.

Because she is here too.

He can feel the gaze of the others upon the two of them as they part from the mealtime prayer, the unbelievers looking upon the pair in worry and confusion of their own.

On his neck, his scar begins to twinge and ache once again. The memory how of he got that wound again builds up, threatening to overwhelm him with the remembrance of the only mark upon his body made in hatred instead of love and accomplishment. One of his hands reaches towards the old wound-

-And a look at her is all it takes to banish his fear and again exorcise the demons of his past, the threatened breakdown flying away with the wiggling hologram of their college's mascot across the dining hall's roof.

He wonders if she knows how much she means to him - how her stability has kept him sane over the last three-and-a-half years, how her piety has been a soothing balm for his soul against Terra's harshly secular culture. Wonders what he means to her as she excitedly gestures and talks about the class they just came from.

In just a few weeks, the semester will be over, and he will go with his friend to her home, that they may together celebrate the birth of their God among the icons of saints and angels that remind him so much of the righteous parts of his home's culture, those customs and beliefs that he clings to even now, even here.

It is the custom of Holy Terra to give gifts to one's friends and companions at this time of year - and while he still needs to decide on a gift for her, he already has everything he could ever want.

Her - as friend and companion both.

Their conversation goes on, the episode of Captain Malleus on his holotablet going unheeded, the food on his plate seemingly limitless and delicious.

He is enjoying this.

--------------------

Mark wakes up.

His stomach is bitterly, gnawingly empty.

His hunts of late have been unsuccessful, and Holy Terra's bounty of endless food are now more than a thousand light-years away, unaccessible except in his starvation-induced dreamings.

He cannot believe he had once taken such abundance for granted.

But even so, he is still enjoying himself, at least in some capacity.

Because she is still with him.

A look at Perpetua is still enough to banish his fears, still enough to send his doubts skittering away.

His groggy motions shake her awake, and her hand tightens on his bare shoulder as a morning greeting. He knows she must be hungry as well, yet she does not complain.

As ever, her unchanging stability is the reason for his sanity, her unyielding piety a soothing balm for his soul.

They rise and dress together, too used to each other's bodies for there to any sort of shame or concealment about the act - not that there's any room for such privacy in their treetop hut anyway.

Perpetua presses Mark's spear into his grasping-hands, and then she embraces him, laying her hands upon him as she prays that this time, he will find something for them to eat.

And wrapped in her enveloping gliding membrane, he finds that all of his worries are once again exorcised, falling away with his hunger - for a short while, at least.

He is enjoying this.

Then the moment ends.

"Happy Advent," he tells her.

He goes to hunt.

-----------------------------------------------

Merry Christmas, everyone. Another scene from AvesAdversary(www.deviantart.com/avesadversa… ), depicting a prequel of sorts to the ongoing story of Survivors' Heir, depicting Mark and Perpetua enjoying a meal together at the end of fall semester while some of their classmates look with semi-instinctual worry upon the pair of seven-foot-tall obligate carnivores. Enjoy and have a blessed holiday season - Jesus loves you all.

Description
He is enjoying this.

When he had first come to the world where his God had once walked in mortal form, there had been so much he had feared, so much that had confused him and worried him and driven him to impotent wrath.

But right now, he is enjoying this.

Because she is here too.

He can feel the gaze of the others upon the two of them as they part from the mealtime prayer, the unbelievers looking upon the pair in worry and confusion of their own.

On his neck, his scar begins to twinge and ache once again. The memory how of he got that wound again builds up, threatening to overwhelm him with the remembrance of the only mark upon his body made in hatred instead of love and accomplishment. One of his hands reaches towards the old wound-

-And a look at her is all it takes to banish his fear and again exorcise the demons of his past, the threatened breakdown flying away with the wiggling hologram of their college's mascot across the dining hall's roof.

He wonders if she knows how much she means to him - how her stability has kept him sane over the last three-and-a-half years, how her piety has been a soothing balm for his soul against Terra's harshly secular culture. Wonders what he means to her as she excitedly gestures and talks about the class they just came from.

In just a few weeks, the semester will be over, and he will go with his friend to her home, that they may together celebrate the birth of their God among the icons of saints and angels that remind him so much of the righteous parts of his home's culture, those customs and beliefs that he clings to even now, even here.

It is the custom of Holy Terra to give gifts to one's friends and companions at this time of year - and while he still needs to decide on a gift for her, he already has everything he could ever want.

Her - as friend and companion both.

Their conversation goes on, the episode of Captain Malleus on his holotablet going unheeded, the food on his plate seemingly limitless and delicious.

He is enjoying this.

--------------------

Mark wakes up.

His stomach is bitterly, gnawingly empty.

His hunts of late have been unsuccessful, and Holy Terra's bounty of endless food are now more than a thousand light-years away, unaccessible except in his starvation-induced dreamings.

He cannot believe he had once taken such abundance for granted.

But even so, he is still enjoying himself, at least in some capacity.

Because she is still with him.

A look at Perpetua is still enough to banish his fears, still enough to send his doubts skittering away.

His groggy motions shake her awake, and her hand tightens on his bare shoulder as a morning greeting. He knows she must be hungry as well, yet she does not complain.

As ever, her unchanging stability is the reason for his sanity, her unyielding piety a soothing balm for his soul.

They rise and dress together, too used to each other's bodies for there to any sort of shame or concealment about the act - not that there's any room for such privacy in their treetop hut anyway.

Perpetua presses Mark's spear into his grasping-hands, and then she embraces him, laying her hands upon him as she prays that this time, he will find something for them to eat.

And wrapped in her enveloping gliding membrane, he finds that all of his worries are once again exorcised, falling away with his hunger - for a short while, at least.

He is enjoying this.

Then the moment ends.

"Happy Advent," he tells her.

He goes to hunt.

-----------------------------------------------

Merry Christmas, everyone. Another scene from AvesAdversary(www.deviantart.com/avesadversa… ), depicting a prequel of sorts to the ongoing story of Survivors' Heir, depicting Mark and Perpetua enjoying a meal together at the end of fall semester while some of their classmates look with semi-instinctual worry upon the pair of seven-foot-tall obligate carnivores. Enjoy and have a blessed holiday season - Jesus loves you all.