COMMISSARY || enoch & maisie
rev-enoch-lynchâ:
[[ Bless her, sheâs incredibly sweet. Itâs a genuine pleasure to see someone who despite everything remains ever cheerful and polite. Enoch wants to believe optimism and resilience is something younger people generally have in spades, but he knows thatâs not the case. Optimism tends be a well-earned attitude, something that the majority of people have to actively work on. Enochâs never quite felt like he had enough energy for this sort of cheerfulness. ]] I think this may be the first time my arrival anywhere is gossip-worthy. [[ He jokes, voice still ever even and closer to a deadpan. Itâs simply the way heâs always been, he seems much more muted in comparison to the young woman. ]]Â Itâs a pleasure to meet you too, Maisie.Â
Becoming a doctor took a lot more time. Iâm a therapist. [[ He takes her compliment like he does most things, modestly. ]] Therapist and priest seem to me a good combination.Â
[[ She continues talking and whilst she doesnât sound particularly devout, heâd be more than happy to see anyone coming to mass. Even if it were purely for nostalgiaâs sakeâitâd be a great gift to give someone, some connection to a life before. It is genuinely nice to think he could do that for someone, Enoch actually found church to be his refuge from his home life, so it feels a little disconnected to hear someone link the too in such a positive way. ]]Â
Oh, Iâm sure I can keep my Sundayâs free to give mass. Itâs been a while for me too, Iâd appreciate getting back into. [[ A beat passes silently with Enoch in thought. ]] Do you know if there are many others here whoâd appreciate a Sunday mass? Iâd be happy to start it as a regular thing once Iâm settled in more.
[Thereâs always a small part of her that wonders if she bounces around everywhere because sheâs afraid of what might happen if she stops. Still smiling warmly, she takes a moment, and falls silent. Her gaze washes over him. The reverend is tall, perhaps a little rough around the edges, but nevertheless he has a calm energy about him. Like he has everything under control. Or perhaps itâs because he believes in a higher power. Maisie used to believe, too. (She isnât sure when she stopped.) The church was very much a way of life for the Pace family. Before every meal, on every Sunday, and Easter, and Christmas. Back then, she thought it would be like that forever. That was the life she had known. She knows now how fragile that kind of belief is. Itâs admirable to see someone who hasnât lost their faith. It gives her hope.]
So you listen to people. And you help them. It seems to me a good combination, too. [She smiles.]
[He asks if other would be interested in a Sunday mass, and Maisie nods. Some for the sermon, some for the socializing, perhaps some just looking for something to do. Just like regular church.] I think so. Not that Iâd go about proselytizing or anything, but I think I could get the word out. And youâd have at least one person there.













