I'm not concerned. I've been around my daughter's demons for many years, and the more power that one gives to their hold, the worse they are. [At least, that's how he liked to consider it. All the traumas manifested in those creatures, disrupting her life as they disrupted Richard's. He had urged his daughter to cut ties with the side of her that he thought responsible for being unable to move pass what afflicted her mind.] I assume she has a purpose, one you may not be aware of. Have you... asked her why she torments you?
[His shoulders twitched and his blue eye narrowed balefully, and his thumb stroked the smooth page of the bible. He had lost everything; he couldn't resent the person who had done it to him either as he would give her the world, even as his own crumbled for her. He'd do it again too.] I suppose I'll go with what I know, the usual sufferings of mortality, trying to carve out a living out of nothingness.
[He hummed in consideration, but he knew it wasn't that simple. There were plenty of suspected him, and they were well-liked and trusted. Well, he supposed that things had been rather easy, so perhaps this was a challenge to force him to shake off the rust. Yes, perhaps that would be useful.]
Would they? Plenty already suspect me of something untoward. [That could be the natural paranoia after a lifetime of it being part of his survival.
He glanced up at Richard over by the altar, and it seemed his question as created a disquiet in his lover. Well, a touch more than his previous ranting had done, he supposed. He continued to watch Richard, noting the sigh and how some of that tension bled from that frame. He slowly closed the cover on the book in his hand and tucked it into his coat pocket.]
It's been days since we have seen each other. It seemed like a well-earned opportunity. Would you prefer if I left you alone in your house of God?
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Date: 2025-01-16 05:30 am (UTC)[His shoulders twitched and his blue eye narrowed balefully, and his thumb stroked the smooth page of the bible. He had lost everything; he couldn't resent the person who had done it to him either as he would give her the world, even as his own crumbled for her. He'd do it again too.] I suppose I'll go with what I know, the usual sufferings of mortality, trying to carve out a living out of nothingness.
[He hummed in consideration, but he knew it wasn't that simple. There were plenty of suspected him, and they were well-liked and trusted. Well, he supposed that things had been rather easy, so perhaps this was a challenge to force him to shake off the rust. Yes, perhaps that would be useful.]
Would they? Plenty already suspect me of something untoward. [That could be the natural paranoia after a lifetime of it being part of his survival.
He glanced up at Richard over by the altar, and it seemed his question as created a disquiet in his lover. Well, a touch more than his previous ranting had done, he supposed. He continued to watch Richard, noting the sigh and how some of that tension bled from that frame. He slowly closed the cover on the book in his hand and tucked it into his coat pocket.]
It's been days since we have seen each other. It seemed like a well-earned opportunity. Would you prefer if I left you alone in your house of God?