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WHEN: Week 05, 'Another Brick in the Wall' / Sunday, January 1st, 2009 / 4:31 PM
WHERE: The Grounds-- on a bench rather distant from the castle
WHO: Pariad!
( Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona eis requiem... )
WHERE: The Grounds-- on a bench rather distant from the castle
WHO: Pariad!
( Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona eis requiem... )
For a slight moment, Paris was speechless. Not only that, but breathless as well. He felt like his heart had stopped.
Had it? His face was cold and it felt pale.
"Illiad," Paris breathed, just barely. He sat up and looked Illiad in those stormy grey eyes of his, narrowing his own eyes in a fixed stare. "It's nothing, Illiad... Nothing you should, ah, be troubled with..."
He was about to reach for the Bible that had made its way into Illiad's hands, but he couldn't even do that. Where had his confidence gone? Usually he would have come up with some snarky comment, or an outrageous flirtatious gesture to put upon Illiad, but today he lost his touch...
A smirk crossed Paris' lips, but it wasn't his typical, chauvinistic baby-making smirk. It had a quiet desperation to it, and he never removed his eyes from Illiad's.
"I'm scared," he muttered with the near-honesty of a frightened child. "I'm ashamed to admit it, Illiad."
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He glanced up, but not because of Z's butterflies. He had been about to say something that would've been mean, would've been rude, and if it were Brinley, perhaps no matter how mean it had been, Brinley would've seen sense in it, Brinley would've just retorted something mean right back and Illiad would've seen that as a sign of that false affection Brinley always bore towards him.
But if he said it to Paris... if he let those words slip... what, do you think you're going to burn in Hell or something? What is this shit you're reading? Why are you so stupid as to believe it?!...
He couldn't say these words to Paris. Not ever.
"It seems to me," Illiad started, in his quiet, scholarly way, like he were giving a dissertation instead of discussing something so asinine as religion and love, "Jesus said, 'I give unto thee a new commandment in place of all which came before: love.'" He paused. He didn't know where he'd gotten that, but one could always assume Louvika was to blame. She usually was.
"Take that as you may, Paris."
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It seemed like such a great contradiction. Paris scared of his father? Usually this was never the case. If anything, Paris was the one who intimidated his father. But this one comment threw everything out of balance. Paris had never felt so controlled in his life; Celestin seemed to have ultimate power over which way he would go in the afterlife.
This couldn't go on for much longer. Paris hated being told what to do, especially by his father.
When Illiad spoke again, Paris glanced up at him with curious eyes. Love? Such a simple commandment as that?
... in place of all which came before...
"I'm sorry," began Paris, chuckling slightly. "I thought I could find sense in those old, leather-bound pages of pure insanity. But your words are comforting, Illiad. Thank you."
Sighing, he looked at the crumpled up letter in his hand. "My father... It's such a stupid thing, really... He thinks he can shape me to be the man he wants me to be, but he's wrong."
He laughed softly again. "That man is a fool."
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"Paris," he said, softly, sitting down next to him on the bench. He set the Bible on his lap.
"You are the man you choose to be, no matter his hand. You can choose to be like him... you can choose to let him mold you to what he wants you to be, or you can do what is right by your heart."
He handed him the Bible.
"The choice is yours. But I will love you regardless of your choice. Know that."
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