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2023-07-16
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2024-01-26
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Muse

Summary:

How Wolfe came to worship the Egyptian gods. A drabble, probably one of several.

Notes:

This isn't particularly meant as a journal entry, or a transcribed conversation though you're welcome to interpret it like that. It's a spiritual successor to one of Rachael Caine's shorts on WattPad, where first-person Wolfe tells us about his life before postulancy. He doesn't appear to be religious in that, which inspired this.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

My postulancy began in times of religious flux. The newly-elected Curia strengthened ties to local practices, steering the Serapeum away from previous Greco-Roman allegiance. Enabling their god-king’s wanton self-gratification, obviously. 

I had my black robes; my gold band; the Reading Room to study originals, and the Receiving Hall to endure Curia ostentation. It sufficed my snarling pubescent self, outraged about everything; religion included.

Yet, our Serapeum was originally a temple. 

In tentatively aping my devout colleagues’ actions, I discovered history. Community. A sense of belonging. Things I thought lost to me aged ten, if I’d ever known them at all.

Chapter 2

Notes:

It is one thirty am and apparently I have insomnia. Maybe this drabble will please the sleep deities out there.

Chapter Text

Anit and Wolfe regularly argued about religion. On paper, they shared one, but in practise, surprisingly few similarities emerged. She called him a ‘book-believer’, and as with the Burner derogative ‘book-lover’, it wasn't meant kindly. He didn't retaliate but sometimes his journal would label her religion as 'folk'. He got his religion from ancient books, his practises archaic and his writing, in fossilised hieratic, even more so, compared to her Greek alphabet. 

Still, they found common ground. He understood why she still made offerings for the father she had hated and feared enough to murder. Sometimes he even accompanied her.

Notes:

As ever with drabbles, I had far more to say than fit in 100 words (and I reworked this one more times than I can count including three times since I pasted it into the bloody ao3 textbox), so I'll probably come back to this concept again.