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[msktrnanny.livejournal.com]

well, it's still Bassez Day, so. Bassez please. Something with graveyards and churches.

thanks in advane!

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[learn-me.livejournal.com]

I did the best that I could...I hope it fits what you had in your mind.

The church was just there, like a gift someone had snuck in and left on the side of the road, and thank God for it, Lance thought as JC bounced excitedly on the seat beside him, because it had succeeded as nothing else had in taking JC’s mind of the fact that they were in the middle of County Clare, Ireland, and they were completely lost.

Lance had been positive that they’d taken the right turn several miles back, but honestly, the roads here all looked the same to him, and so now here they were, God only knew how far away from the quaint bed and breakfast JC had booked them in. Still, it wasn’t a complete lost, because the church was gorgeous as Lance had found only churches in this part of the country could be, and JC was practically foaming at the mouth waiting for him to pull far enough off the road so that he could safely get out of the car.

He’d barely stopped before JC was rushing around to his side and pulling him out by the hand. He chattered excitedly as they made their way up the winding stone path, past a small fenced-in graveyard, to the old limestone building, and then fell reverently quiet when they reached the steps.

“It’s so beautiful,” he whispered, gazing up at the tall spire where a bell still hung. “Do you think we can go in?” he asked, hope so thick in his voice, that Lance knew even if the doors were bolted, he’d find a way.

“It looks cared for,” JC observed as they made their way, hand in hand, up the weathered stairs. And indeed the door opened on smoothly oiled hinges when Lance tugged at it. “I think this must be the village church, because,” JC began, and then his wandering gaze hit on the massive stained glass window behind the altar, and his voice trailed off in a quiet, “ohhhh.”

It was quite possibly one of the most beautiful things that Lance had ever seen. Depicting the Last Supper, it stretched from floor to ceiling, and wall to wall. The late afternoon sun shone through, sending a multitude of colors dancing over the floors, and wooden pews. It was truly incredible, and though he was severely tempted to move closer and touch, Lance stopped beside JC at the base of the altar instead.

“I can’t believe we found this.” The softness of JC’s voice told Lance just how deeply this old building had touched him. “I’ll never forget it,” he said, as he turned and let his eyes travel over the time worn church. From the choir loft, to the confessionals, JC took in every detail, and Lance knew that what he would never forget was the way JC looked in this moment.

[msktrnanny.livejournal.com]

you know I love you, right? You sent them to Ireland!!! Sigh. I have always wanted to go there. As always, your love for these two men shines through what you've written. Beautiful flow and a perfectly rendered snapshot! Thank you for this. So very much.
:hugs you hard:

[learn-me.livejournal.com]

I'm just really glad that I could get past the graveyard thing to write it.

[msktrnanny.livejournal.com]

graveyards are cool!

[muncheech.livejournal.com]

Wow! That was just lovely. :)

[msktrnanny.livejournal.com]

she did a great job, didn't she?

[muncheech.livejournal.com]

yes! beautiful job. :)

[learn-me.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much, but it was KC's idea, I just kind of went with it.

[paperdollkisses.livejournal.com]

oh, beautiful! And IRELAND! I've always wanted to go there and Scotland.

[learn-me.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I've always wanted to go to those place as well, but I'm not such a fan of flying so I haven't made it there yet. Hopefully, one day, we'll both get there!