It's a MIRACLE
Apr. 1st, 2009 07:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notarrowetteW1ndrBoy003: Hey Cissie
MissCiss28: Hi handsome!
W1ndrBoy003: How are you, beautiful?
W1ndrBoy003: I have some good news!
MissCiss28: I'm all right. Oh, what's up?
W1ndrBoy003: I'll tell you in person. I'm almost at St. Elias'.
MissCiss28: Really? Wait, how?
W1ndrBoy003: I'm cured. It's a miracle. That's part of what I wanted to talk about.
MissCiss28: ...what?
Tim knocked on the window and slid it open. "Hey," he said, giving her a small smile.
Cissie started and stared at him incredulously. "You--hi--what--how did you get up here with your leg?"
"I told you, I've been cured. By God." Tim gave her a serious look. "I've been blessed."
She stared at him blankly and then gave a sharp laugh. "Okay, funny. Where are your crutches and your cast? What's going on?"
Tim pulled up his pants leg to show the very clear lack of a cast. "I'm not injured anymore," he told her. "See?"
Cissie stared at his leg in shock, then looked from his leg to his neck, which should be bandaged but wasn't. She was really glad she was sitting down. "You... how?"
Tim sat down next to her. "An angel came to me in a dream. He told me that God had chosen me to pass His message to the world, and to prove it, God would heal my injuries and scars." Tim had some scars, but nowhere near as many as the Tim of this world, and none that would be visible, like the one on Tim's throat. "I woke up, and it was true! Isn't this great?"
Cissie stared at him, looking him over and mentally cataloging his scars and injuries--or lack thereof. "What..." She reached over and touched his neck, where there were... no marks. "This is crazy."
"It's a miracle," Tim said. He took her hand. "You know what this means, right?"
She blinked at him, confused. "That... you don't need those awful painkillers anymore?"
"Nope, I'm off that stuff. But that's not what I meant. Cissie, I'm a prophet."
After a second, she started laughing.
"A prophet? What, like Moses?"
Tim nodded, looking serious. It was a little hard to keep a straight face when she started laughing. "Like a lot of people. Messenger of god, you know?"
"Tim," she said skeptically, "you're not even sure you believe in God."
"I think I do now," Tim said. "How else can you explain me being healed like this?"
Cissie shrugged, frowning slightly. "Well... Magic or something? I don't know--maybe it was Divine Intervention or whatever, but... you really think this makes you a prophet now? What does that even mean?"
"It means I have to spread God's word!" Tim said, waving a hand excitedly. "Oh, and that we can't have sex. At least not until we marry."
She blinked at him and laughed again. "Uh huh, sure."
"It's God's will!" Tim said. He had to try hard not to smile. His mouth was starting to creep into a grin already.
Cissie gave him an incredulous look, raising an eyebrow. "Uh huh. Tim, I spent the night on Monday. You were whining about your injuries and the painkillers and how unfair life is. And now you... want to... wait for marriage?"
"God!" Tim said. "I know it's hard, but we can make it. Our love can carry us through!"
She laughed. "Ha. Okay. Maybe we should just get married, then."
Tim couldn't keep a straight face any longer. He burst out laughing with her.
When she stopped laughing, she wiped her eyes and grinned at him. "What," she teased, "you don't want to marry me?"
Tim tilted his head. "I think your boyfriend might be upset. Mine too."
"...What?"
"April Fools!"
She stared at him, frowning deeply. She stood abruptly, taking a few steps away. "What's going on?"
"Tim and I switched places. He's still injured and everything. And neither of us is a messenger of God or planning on waiting for marriage."
Cissie didn't say anything at first, just frowning at him. "Tim's still hurt. And he's in on this."
"He is... um, but it was mostly my idea. He's watching through a camera contact lense thing."
Her eyes narrowed dangerously and her jaw clenched. "He's watching. And you both thought this would be funny. To make his girlfriend think he was miraculously healed."
"...it isn't quite as funny as I expected it to be?" Timbug said.
"Yeah," she said shortly. "I think you should go. And I think Tim should wait a while before he apologizes."
Tim went back to the window, but he paused before leaving. "I'm sorry. And don't be too hard on him. It really wasn't his idea. There was only so much we could do with him being injured."
She looked away, glaring at the floor. "Yeah. Well. Considering how much I love it when Tim's hurt, I'm going to need a while."
"I'm sorry," Tim said again. "Um, see you later?"
She nodded at the carpet. "Yeah. Bye."
"Bye. Um. Sorry. Bye!" he fled through the window.
MissCiss28: Hi handsome!
W1ndrBoy003: How are you, beautiful?
W1ndrBoy003: I have some good news!
MissCiss28: I'm all right. Oh, what's up?
W1ndrBoy003: I'll tell you in person. I'm almost at St. Elias'.
MissCiss28: Really? Wait, how?
W1ndrBoy003: I'm cured. It's a miracle. That's part of what I wanted to talk about.
MissCiss28: ...what?
Tim knocked on the window and slid it open. "Hey," he said, giving her a small smile.
Cissie started and stared at him incredulously. "You--hi--what--how did you get up here with your leg?"
"I told you, I've been cured. By God." Tim gave her a serious look. "I've been blessed."
She stared at him blankly and then gave a sharp laugh. "Okay, funny. Where are your crutches and your cast? What's going on?"
Tim pulled up his pants leg to show the very clear lack of a cast. "I'm not injured anymore," he told her. "See?"
Cissie stared at his leg in shock, then looked from his leg to his neck, which should be bandaged but wasn't. She was really glad she was sitting down. "You... how?"
Tim sat down next to her. "An angel came to me in a dream. He told me that God had chosen me to pass His message to the world, and to prove it, God would heal my injuries and scars." Tim had some scars, but nowhere near as many as the Tim of this world, and none that would be visible, like the one on Tim's throat. "I woke up, and it was true! Isn't this great?"
Cissie stared at him, looking him over and mentally cataloging his scars and injuries--or lack thereof. "What..." She reached over and touched his neck, where there were... no marks. "This is crazy."
"It's a miracle," Tim said. He took her hand. "You know what this means, right?"
She blinked at him, confused. "That... you don't need those awful painkillers anymore?"
"Nope, I'm off that stuff. But that's not what I meant. Cissie, I'm a prophet."
After a second, she started laughing.
"A prophet? What, like Moses?"
Tim nodded, looking serious. It was a little hard to keep a straight face when she started laughing. "Like a lot of people. Messenger of god, you know?"
"Tim," she said skeptically, "you're not even sure you believe in God."
"I think I do now," Tim said. "How else can you explain me being healed like this?"
Cissie shrugged, frowning slightly. "Well... Magic or something? I don't know--maybe it was Divine Intervention or whatever, but... you really think this makes you a prophet now? What does that even mean?"
"It means I have to spread God's word!" Tim said, waving a hand excitedly. "Oh, and that we can't have sex. At least not until we marry."
She blinked at him and laughed again. "Uh huh, sure."
"It's God's will!" Tim said. He had to try hard not to smile. His mouth was starting to creep into a grin already.
Cissie gave him an incredulous look, raising an eyebrow. "Uh huh. Tim, I spent the night on Monday. You were whining about your injuries and the painkillers and how unfair life is. And now you... want to... wait for marriage?"
"God!" Tim said. "I know it's hard, but we can make it. Our love can carry us through!"
She laughed. "Ha. Okay. Maybe we should just get married, then."
Tim couldn't keep a straight face any longer. He burst out laughing with her.
When she stopped laughing, she wiped her eyes and grinned at him. "What," she teased, "you don't want to marry me?"
Tim tilted his head. "I think your boyfriend might be upset. Mine too."
"...What?"
"April Fools!"
She stared at him, frowning deeply. She stood abruptly, taking a few steps away. "What's going on?"
"Tim and I switched places. He's still injured and everything. And neither of us is a messenger of God or planning on waiting for marriage."
Cissie didn't say anything at first, just frowning at him. "Tim's still hurt. And he's in on this."
"He is... um, but it was mostly my idea. He's watching through a camera contact lense thing."
Her eyes narrowed dangerously and her jaw clenched. "He's watching. And you both thought this would be funny. To make his girlfriend think he was miraculously healed."
"...it isn't quite as funny as I expected it to be?" Timbug said.
"Yeah," she said shortly. "I think you should go. And I think Tim should wait a while before he apologizes."
Tim went back to the window, but he paused before leaving. "I'm sorry. And don't be too hard on him. It really wasn't his idea. There was only so much we could do with him being injured."
She looked away, glaring at the floor. "Yeah. Well. Considering how much I love it when Tim's hurt, I'm going to need a while."
"I'm sorry," Tim said again. "Um, see you later?"
She nodded at the carpet. "Yeah. Bye."
"Bye. Um. Sorry. Bye!" he fled through the window.
