So you've informed me time and again, but I'm not afraid of refusing to bend to the opinions of the sheep. And I've faced plenty of horrors before, seen men tortured to the edge of consciousness, and seen all manner of deaths. [He had no interest in religious fanatics and their paltry bleeping about some book that most of them probably hadn't read or understood.
Of course now that he stood in this 'temple', he would admit that he had not opened this big religious book that Richard held to such high regard. He had never asked if the younger man had read it, but perhaps this was one of those subjects where if one or both of them picked up such a 'holy' text that they would burst into flames. That was a religious idea of heathens, was it not?]
It all sounds like make-believe trying to convince people of the purity of a higher being. You know getting a woman pregnant without her consent is still rape, right? Some God. [He knew he was pushing it, and he sighed as he shook his head as he decided purposefully to reign the provocative opinions back. He did not wish to make Richard his enemy tonight, not when they had barely had opportunities to seek each other out.] Such stories seem to be the kind of things parents tell their children to force them to attempt to be better people. Even if we were told, I suppose it wouldn't set people like us on the righteous path.
[He never had a reason to be anything other than who he was, and he prided himself to not be beholden to such ideas. He preferred to be the monster. More than that, he enjoyed the fact that he had someone else who was as monstrous as he was.
He stared at the altar, waiting for Richard's comment about the fact that he had opened up to his daughter about them. Nothing came, and he wasn't certain if he was relieved or disappointed. Perhaps it forced him to face the disquiet of the changes of his daughter's behaviour, their argument about methods and the future of this place.
His eyes followed his lover as Richard moved in on him, and he remained momentarily stiff as that hand touched his cheek. He sighed from his nose, nodding.] I know. There are... others from my world here now which will complicate things. [He slowly leaned into Richard's touch.]
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Date: 2025-01-10 04:30 am (UTC)Of course now that he stood in this 'temple', he would admit that he had not opened this big religious book that Richard held to such high regard. He had never asked if the younger man had read it, but perhaps this was one of those subjects where if one or both of them picked up such a 'holy' text that they would burst into flames. That was a religious idea of heathens, was it not?]
It all sounds like make-believe trying to convince people of the purity of a higher being. You know getting a woman pregnant without her consent is still rape, right? Some God. [He knew he was pushing it, and he sighed as he shook his head as he decided purposefully to reign the provocative opinions back. He did not wish to make Richard his enemy tonight, not when they had barely had opportunities to seek each other out.] Such stories seem to be the kind of things parents tell their children to force them to attempt to be better people. Even if we were told, I suppose it wouldn't set people like us on the righteous path.
[He never had a reason to be anything other than who he was, and he prided himself to not be beholden to such ideas. He preferred to be the monster. More than that, he enjoyed the fact that he had someone else who was as monstrous as he was.
He stared at the altar, waiting for Richard's comment about the fact that he had opened up to his daughter about them. Nothing came, and he wasn't certain if he was relieved or disappointed. Perhaps it forced him to face the disquiet of the changes of his daughter's behaviour, their argument about methods and the future of this place.
His eyes followed his lover as Richard moved in on him, and he remained momentarily stiff as that hand touched his cheek. He sighed from his nose, nodding.] I know. There are... others from my world here now which will complicate things. [He slowly leaned into Richard's touch.]