I wouldn't disagree with you either as I'm sure it is far more complicated than my own experiences. {chuckles} Besides, I knew mine before he entered the priesthood but Simon was always headed down the path of the righteous.
Would you care to share? I'm an open venue and a friendly ear...?
Oh, it's a long tale with many stings and barbs along the way. Suffice it to say that his name is Joscelin. He was raised in a monastic, celibate order and was assigned me as my protector...
Things changed, nothing was simple anymore, and, well, in the words of Blessed Elua: love as thou wilt.
If you like, yes. {tips her head, eyes lowered then smiles openly} Of a sort.
{makes a contemplative noise} If it wasn't a planned seduction then I will agree with your Elua. Love does tend to erase faults and make obstacles seem less forbidding. {friendly amusement} And it would seem that Priesthood would be quite the obstacle to overcome. Or at least the mores.
Simon is...a dear, loving friend. {wistful smile} We came together as children, grew closer and more comfortable with one another. Through thick and thin, is the saying, and Simon and I have stuck with one another through it all.
I am not a religious woman, you must understand, so to me Catholicism, Simon's Faith, is very restrictive and exacting, not prone to forgive so easily certain transgressions of the flesh and those I use to assure my circumstances. {folds her hands together loosely} Simon is very devout in his Faith but he doesn't condemn me for my chosen career...though he does often try to convince me to find another line of work.
{sighs} He's quite possibly the only man I'll ever love and be honest for. And he's a Priest. {mirthless laugh} I never did have a taste for irony.
His logic, not mine own. Joscelin maintains that if he were destined to fall from Cassiel's grace, 'tis better that it took a courtesan fit for kings to do it.
Cassiel was Blessed Elua's perfect companion. He alone among the Companions -- the angels who came to Elua's side when the One God forsook His commandment of love -- remained chaste and true to the command that the angels should not mingle themselves with mortal men and women. The order that bears Cassiel's name is an aesetic brotherhood, dedicated to contemplation and the protection of all of Elua's scions.
I was born to it. My mother served Naamah before me... Beyond that, it is simply in my nature. Most anguissettes find their way into serving Naamah and Kushiel both, according to history.
Yes: the Lady of Pleasure, Patroness of the Court of the Night-Blooming Flowers and the One God's Punisher who stood in the portals to hell and brought redemption to the sinners in his care.
It is said that when one of Kushiel's line brings suffering without compassion, then an anguissette is born: a mortal chosen by Kushiel to balance the scales.
The once. It was only the once that we played. The second, and last time, was in deathly earnest... [faint pang of regret -- keeping her eyes attractively downcast, thrilling to being pressed thusly]
She traced them over my flesh with an artist's skill, before bathing my wounds in salt-water.
[flatly, snapping out of the lustful haze almost entirely]
She had been party to the death of my guardian and was beginning her attempts to overthrow the monarchy. I had knowledge of her plans and other knowledge she may have found useful.
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Would you care to share? I'm an open venue and a friendly ear...?
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Oh, it's a long tale with many stings and barbs along the way. Suffice it to say that his name is Joscelin. He was raised in a monastic, celibate order and was assigned me as my protector...
Things changed, nothing was simple anymore, and, well, in the words of Blessed Elua: love as thou wilt.
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{makes a contemplative noise} If it wasn't a planned seduction then I will agree with your Elua. Love does tend to erase faults and make obstacles seem less forbidding. {friendly amusement} And it would seem that Priesthood would be quite the obstacle to overcome. Or at least the mores.
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I am not a religious woman, you must understand, so to me Catholicism, Simon's Faith, is very restrictive and exacting, not prone to forgive so easily certain transgressions of the flesh and those I use to assure my circumstances. {folds her hands together loosely} Simon is very devout in his Faith but he doesn't condemn me for my chosen career...though he does often try to convince me to find another line of work.
{sighs} He's quite possibly the only man I'll ever love and be honest for. And he's a Priest. {mirthless laugh} I never did have a taste for irony.
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Although there was no king. Several princes, any number of minor lordlings and ladies, but no king.
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Very good, my Lord. Are you a linguist?
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It is said that when one of Kushiel's line brings suffering without compassion, then an anguissette is born: a mortal chosen by Kushiel to balance the scales.
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A very dangerous woman, indeed.
And I would not disdain all my patrons as sociopaths.
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Melisande has... mellowed with age, somewhat. [rueful quirk of her lips] Somewhat.
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[moistens suddenly dry lips with the tip of her tongue]
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She's the only patron to have ever commanded my signale. [meets his eyes] Do you know what flechettes are, Burnaby?
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She traced them over my flesh with an artist's skill, before bathing my wounds in salt-water.
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She had been party to the death of my guardian and was beginning her attempts to overthrow the monarchy. I had knowledge of her plans and other knowledge she may have found useful.
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