Ave Maria
By Imp
A/N: A very brief moment I suppose, from between times in X2. This I suppose could be during Wolverine's talk with Jean Grey. (And Nightcrawler uses Latin - I'm not certain whether he was speaking German or Latin in the movie, but it's Latin here.) First posted piece for X-Men.
~ The rosary beads clinked together, ringing softly in the silence as the rough blue hands fingered them. And in the dim light the makeshift cross swung, glinting now and then in the vague light, back and forth, back and forth, forlorn, alone in the dark.
"Ave Maria, gratia plena." The voice was low, echoing distantly in the darkness. " Dominus tecum."
The small camp was almost entirely silent, but for the constant of the murmured words and the slight ring and tap of the beads, moved carefully and with practiced lack of thought as to how to count them by the rough hands. All were sleeping, or at least being quiet enough to feign such, and the tents stirred only when the wind took a fancy to teasing them. It seemed peaceful, on the surface, yet beneath the quiet calm lay a brooding tension, anger, fear, desperation.
"Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis."
At the back of the dark tent, Pyro stirred, his hand closing instinctively over lighter near his head.
"Gloria Patri et Filio et Spiritui Sancto -"
"Why do you keep doing that?"
The frail tranquility of sleep and calm fell away like a curtain of sea foam, broken. Pyro raised his head dazedly, squinting through the dark at the hunched up figure in the corner, leaning over his rosary beads. Kurt Wagner started, his hand frozen, hesitating over the Pater Noster.
"Vhat?"
Pyro pushed himself up into a sitting position, still looking rather the worse for his sudden decision to sit up and wake.
"That - that muttering thing over your weird beads - you're driving me nuts." He snapped.
The man's yellow eyes traveled quizzically from the half-awake Pyro to his rosary, and he shook his head.
"Praying?" he incquired, uncertain it seemed as to whether muttering and 'beads' had much to do with what he had been doing.
"Praying?" Pyro echoed, sounding vaguely uncertain, "Why the heck are you doing it in the middle of the night?"
"I suppose God hears no matter vhat time it is," said Nightcrawler, shrugging.
"Unfortunately so do I," Pyro muttered with a sigh. "I can't sleep. What are you doing it for, anyway?" and then he added rather sneeringly. "You think we're all going to die?"
"We might," the Rosary beads rang softly as Nightcrawler's hand closed over the cross. "But I am not praying because I think we will die." He paused. "Perhaps you should go back to sleep - you will need your strength more than you will need my poor thoughts on praying."
"Right," Pyro muttered. "Of course." he dropped back down, hands behind his head and a few moments later he heard the vague murmur and the ring of the beads.
"Pater Noster, qui es in Caelis."
"Nightcrawler,"
There was a pause, and then the shadow in the corner shifted.
"Vhat?"
"Ask God to keep me safe, would you?" The words hung in the silence for a drawn out moment, and Pyro wasn't certain whether he meant them or not. God was absurd. So praying was, but the strange German mutant's vigil and prayers were somehow comforting, and he was half-asleep now any way. The silence went on, and then finally the other spoke, his voice soft.
"I will ask,"
There was no response from Pyro, who had rolled over, still clutching his lighter. Outside the wind gave a half-hearted moan and the grass whispered with it sadly.
"Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum."
A/N: I certainly wouldn't mind being reviewed. Anything come into your head while reading? Thoughts? Criticisms? It's short yes, but it's meant to be.
By Imp
A/N: A very brief moment I suppose, from between times in X2. This I suppose could be during Wolverine's talk with Jean Grey. (And Nightcrawler uses Latin - I'm not certain whether he was speaking German or Latin in the movie, but it's Latin here.) First posted piece for X-Men.
~ The rosary beads clinked together, ringing softly in the silence as the rough blue hands fingered them. And in the dim light the makeshift cross swung, glinting now and then in the vague light, back and forth, back and forth, forlorn, alone in the dark.
"Ave Maria, gratia plena." The voice was low, echoing distantly in the darkness. " Dominus tecum."
The small camp was almost entirely silent, but for the constant of the murmured words and the slight ring and tap of the beads, moved carefully and with practiced lack of thought as to how to count them by the rough hands. All were sleeping, or at least being quiet enough to feign such, and the tents stirred only when the wind took a fancy to teasing them. It seemed peaceful, on the surface, yet beneath the quiet calm lay a brooding tension, anger, fear, desperation.
"Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis."
At the back of the dark tent, Pyro stirred, his hand closing instinctively over lighter near his head.
"Gloria Patri et Filio et Spiritui Sancto -"
"Why do you keep doing that?"
The frail tranquility of sleep and calm fell away like a curtain of sea foam, broken. Pyro raised his head dazedly, squinting through the dark at the hunched up figure in the corner, leaning over his rosary beads. Kurt Wagner started, his hand frozen, hesitating over the Pater Noster.
"Vhat?"
Pyro pushed himself up into a sitting position, still looking rather the worse for his sudden decision to sit up and wake.
"That - that muttering thing over your weird beads - you're driving me nuts." He snapped.
The man's yellow eyes traveled quizzically from the half-awake Pyro to his rosary, and he shook his head.
"Praying?" he incquired, uncertain it seemed as to whether muttering and 'beads' had much to do with what he had been doing.
"Praying?" Pyro echoed, sounding vaguely uncertain, "Why the heck are you doing it in the middle of the night?"
"I suppose God hears no matter vhat time it is," said Nightcrawler, shrugging.
"Unfortunately so do I," Pyro muttered with a sigh. "I can't sleep. What are you doing it for, anyway?" and then he added rather sneeringly. "You think we're all going to die?"
"We might," the Rosary beads rang softly as Nightcrawler's hand closed over the cross. "But I am not praying because I think we will die." He paused. "Perhaps you should go back to sleep - you will need your strength more than you will need my poor thoughts on praying."
"Right," Pyro muttered. "Of course." he dropped back down, hands behind his head and a few moments later he heard the vague murmur and the ring of the beads.
"Pater Noster, qui es in Caelis."
"Nightcrawler,"
There was a pause, and then the shadow in the corner shifted.
"Vhat?"
"Ask God to keep me safe, would you?" The words hung in the silence for a drawn out moment, and Pyro wasn't certain whether he meant them or not. God was absurd. So praying was, but the strange German mutant's vigil and prayers were somehow comforting, and he was half-asleep now any way. The silence went on, and then finally the other spoke, his voice soft.
"I will ask,"
There was no response from Pyro, who had rolled over, still clutching his lighter. Outside the wind gave a half-hearted moan and the grass whispered with it sadly.
"Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum."
A/N: I certainly wouldn't mind being reviewed. Anything come into your head while reading? Thoughts? Criticisms? It's short yes, but it's meant to be.