[Mortals] Archaeology

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Mr Peach - radicals, ice cream, fish (from yoda_ic, with apologies for ripping off Jesus Cthulhu.)

"We're not radicals, you know."

I sit back, knowing that a speech is coming, but not minding. I like listening to him talk, and I like the look he gets when he's orating.

"Radicals are always looking for something new. We're more like... archaeologists," he decides. "Archaeologists of the soul, peeling back all those built up layers of detritus and dirt; religion and politics and culture, and radicalism; the silt of civilisation lying over the essential, bestial truth of the human condition. The thundering hunger at the heart of us all; the want of food, drink... sex."

He slumps on the sofa beside me and throws an arm around my shoulders.

"You don't rate civilisation?" I ask.

"Well, it's all crap, isn't it," he scoffs.

I laugh. "Even the ice cream?"

"Even the ice cream," he agrees. "Apart from cherry chocolate." He leans close and kisses me. "Cherry chocolate can stay."

I move to kiss him again, but he leans away and picks up the book, leafing through the pages. "This is our trowel," he assures me.

I wince. "I think that metaphor has gone a little too far."

"Yeah, okay," he agrees. "But still, this is the path; the... God, Bible is just so Judeo-Christian," he laughs.

"Well, Christian," I agree. "And so is God."

He gives me a look to let me know I've pushed a little too far. "Fishers of men, James," he says.

"Or fish men," I warn.

"That's an alarmist reading," he assures me. "We're going to change the world." He kisses me again, and I believe him absolutely.

Comments

[seph-hazard.livejournal.com]

This, incidentally, is really very lovely.

[yodathedark.livejournal.com]

It is... and I don't really know what I was expecting when I challenged him...