[Honestly, Richard had not ever considered himself to be particularly religious person either. He, too, saw his prior practices to also be similar lip service - a performance that had just been part of his role in society. Something that was just expected of him to do. He had believed his presence at the Lord's house to be nothing but another scheme. One that he kept putting up even in this world, one forsaken by the God. And part of this whole production of Christmas preparations and celebrations and whatnot were part of that performance.
But then there was still part of him that kept looking up to the vast, empty sky and always seeking for the approval and love from the divine despite not believing it to be possible. It was that destructive hope that kept driving him back to this place. Just like now. A vicious cycle, chaining him down like a slave.
Richard schooled down his expression back to calm and collected one as he watched Silco to approach the altar. His golden eye is once again hidden by the dark hair. ]
You shouldn't let him boss you around so. [Says the man who was the main culprit behind pampering and spoiling the boar. But he had been certain that Whitey had been sleeping at the inn when he left. So why had he returned to Silco's out of all places?
He merely scoffs a quiet laughter at the man's sneer and shakes his head. Leave it to his lover to make fun out of one of the most important days of his faith. Not that Silco would know the meaning of it.] The man who lives here agreed to this. It seems like that even a heretic's heart softens during this time of the year.
[He then steps closer to Silco, also casting his gaze at the tree.] It is supposed to represent the garden of Eden, a paradise from where the very first humans' were banished after they fell from the grace. All the lights are symbol for the birth of the Christ, the son of God. His miraculous virgin birth is the reason we celebrate Christmas.
[Richard offers explanation and then turns away to light yet another candle.] How is your daughter?
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But then there was still part of him that kept looking up to the vast, empty sky and always seeking for the approval and love from the divine despite not believing it to be possible. It was that destructive hope that kept driving him back to this place. Just like now. A vicious cycle, chaining him down like a slave.
Richard schooled down his expression back to calm and collected one as he watched Silco to approach the altar. His golden eye is once again hidden by the dark hair. ]
You shouldn't let him boss you around so. [Says the man who was the main culprit behind pampering and spoiling the boar. But he had been certain that Whitey had been sleeping at the inn when he left. So why had he returned to Silco's out of all places?
He merely scoffs a quiet laughter at the man's sneer and shakes his head. Leave it to his lover to make fun out of one of the most important days of his faith. Not that Silco would know the meaning of it.] The man who lives here agreed to this. It seems like that even a heretic's heart softens during this time of the year.
[He then steps closer to Silco, also casting his gaze at the tree.] It is supposed to represent the garden of Eden, a paradise from where the very first humans' were banished after they fell from the grace. All the lights are symbol for the birth of the Christ, the son of God. His miraculous virgin birth is the reason we celebrate Christmas.
[Richard offers explanation and then turns away to light yet another candle.] How is your daughter?