Spirit of Love

“There are no boundaries, good sir. If your daughter desires to fornicate beyond wedlock that is hardly anything you can stop. Putting your foot down and shouting adultery only further proves how single-minded you truly are. This is a new era, and one that is far more open in it’s thoughts. One that I will express to you.” Anetho pried the pipe from his mouth, ushering a smoke ring into the air around the increasingly furious Paladin’s face. “Love is love. It has no form or number. It simply is. Who are we mere mortals to stand in the way of that? Does the Light not teach us that it too, is love? That we should love and care for one another as it does unto all of us? Indeed she follows the tenants of the Light better than the man supposedly of faith before me.” The Paladin’s nostrils flared in rage and he slammed his armored boot down. “THAT’S BLASPHEME!” He declared aggressively. “….No good sir, t’is the future. And whether you choose to accept it or not, you and your clergy have no control over it. Either accept it or fall behind it, but do not stand in the doorway and block the path. She will live her life as she so chooses, within the limits of the law, of course.” The Magister returned the pip to his lips only to have it smacked off to the side at the back of the Blood Knight’s palm. “…So glad to see we’ve cleared the air, Knight-Lord. Enjoy your evening, I will not invalidate her request to be wed whilst entertaining others in her bedchambers.”

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~ by anethodawnpride on June 15, 2013.

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