I can't believe what you said to me, last night we were alone.
WHO: Raven and Rimmer. Closed log.
WHERE: Lake Placid house, their bedroom.
WHEN: Backdated to the night of this post.
WARNINGS: Heavy theological content and philosophy. Discussion of souls. Discussion of humanity and demons. A couple in their pyjamas in bed. Yannow, the usual.
SUMMARY: Rimmer is none too keen on the fact that Raven seems to be of the opinion that she has no soul. Which, coming from him, is highly ironic all things considered. A discussion ensues.
FORMAT: Probably acres of Teal Deers.
His hologramatic pyjamas were in place, as he sat on the bed with his book, waiting for Raven to join him. He was reading a fascinating piece on Augustus, the emperor of Rome after Caesar.
Although his mind wasn't really on the military campaigns, defeating the Germans across the Rhine. Instead, his mind was firmly stuck in the rut from earlier tonight, when the subject of souls had popped up. And suddenly Arnold Rimmer was treading some seriously shaky theological ground, and he had no way to get to safety.
This was not a conversation that he wanted to have over their comms with dozens listening in. This was something that needed to happen in person...but she'd been avoiding him ever since. And now he had no idea how to broach this subject, or if he even should. But then, it occurred to him...they'd never really had the 'religion' discussion before. Well, aside from her telling him about Azar and Azarath. ...He just caught on to the fact that those were almost exactly the same word, way to go, Arn.
So he waited. And fidgeted. And fretted. And reread the same paragraph eighteen times as he hoped she would come upstairs tonight. She'd often said that she would never make him sleep on the couch...but that said nothing about her choosing that for herself instead. Hrm.
WHERE: Lake Placid house, their bedroom.
WHEN: Backdated to the night of this post.
WARNINGS: Heavy theological content and philosophy. Discussion of souls. Discussion of humanity and demons. A couple in their pyjamas in bed. Yannow, the usual.
SUMMARY: Rimmer is none too keen on the fact that Raven seems to be of the opinion that she has no soul. Which, coming from him, is highly ironic all things considered. A discussion ensues.
FORMAT: Probably acres of Teal Deers.
His hologramatic pyjamas were in place, as he sat on the bed with his book, waiting for Raven to join him. He was reading a fascinating piece on Augustus, the emperor of Rome after Caesar.
Although his mind wasn't really on the military campaigns, defeating the Germans across the Rhine. Instead, his mind was firmly stuck in the rut from earlier tonight, when the subject of souls had popped up. And suddenly Arnold Rimmer was treading some seriously shaky theological ground, and he had no way to get to safety.
This was not a conversation that he wanted to have over their comms with dozens listening in. This was something that needed to happen in person...but she'd been avoiding him ever since. And now he had no idea how to broach this subject, or if he even should. But then, it occurred to him...they'd never really had the 'religion' discussion before. Well, aside from her telling him about Azar and Azarath. ...He just caught on to the fact that those were almost exactly the same word, way to go, Arn.
So he waited. And fidgeted. And fretted. And reread the same paragraph eighteen times as he hoped she would come upstairs tonight. She'd often said that she would never make him sleep on the couch...but that said nothing about her choosing that for herself instead. Hrm.