nurse nostalgia for the stars long dead
The priest was content, or at least a close approximation of it. His post was obscure and insignificant: a beautiful little chapel that serviced an equally quaint village. He had his books and his solitude, and that seemed enough.
Then, like some Grimmian tale, a stranger slunk out of the darkness, threatening to upend his existence with a smile. And now the priest found himself plagued with questions likeĀ what if, andĀ why not, andā¦even more troubling,Ā why havenāt I before?
It was the last question that kept him up at night and followed him when he slept.
Title is from a poem calledĀ DisorientationĀ by astrophysicist, Katie Mack.
I was given two beautiful songs for theĀ Maggieās Record Shop EventĀ on theĀ Do It With StyleĀ discord server (thank you to the wonderful mods for that):Ā āFrom EdenāĀ andĀ āNo Planā, both by Hozier.
I set out to make this quaint demon/priest story, that turned into a love across lifetimes story, and a story about memory loss and finding those memories again, and the Book of Life andā¦
If you loved season 3, good! Love it, cherish it! I never want the joy you've found in these characters to fade. And I think that this story dovetails well with the cannon ending.
If, like me, the ending made you a bit sad, maybe this will help. You can call it an alternative Season 3, a different blank book to fill.