Thread: A Discussion of Theology (SnowGlassRoses)

Oh how blissful were the nights spent curled within one anothers embraceHours passing in front of the fireplace, as their fingertips explored nearly- every curve and crevasse of Gods masterful craftsmanshipTheir lips caressingTheir noses nuzzling...With only the sound of the fire crackling, soft breaths and gentle laughs of delight to break the ever so comforting silenceTo gaze with such affection into one anothers eyes, was a connection that very few would ever have While Aramis had waited for years Yvette had been blessed, perhaps spoiled, with love for the majority of her lifeNot that love meant any less to the beautiful little angel of course! In fact, love had shaped her into the doting, devout songbird that her Papa cherished so dearly Love serenaded her soul at all hours, in all circumstances. Much like her Uncle Porthos,in his better moods, she held such a vivacious lust for lifeBut as the lesson was in Eden, no man nor daughter could amount to complete perfectionEven those so painstakingly close, fell from grace at times.. And when they fellthey fell swiftly...Cascading down into turmoil with such tragic elegance, like the Morning Star from Heavens gloryBecoming far more distraught, the further from that warmth of their paradise they fellSuch was apparent, in the glimmering tears in Yvettes eyes as she felt her Papas hand curve beneath her, urging her from the comfort of his lap and the tenderness of his embrace...Her lips quivered slightly as she stubbornly kept her hands upon his chest, her fingers curling slightly as if ready to cling to him with all of her lithe might should he try to separate her from him Her head however bowed as began speaking, her hands reluctantly dropping to her lap..Pressing childishly between her knees as she allowed the softest of whimpers to escape herIn the midst of this lecture, she could still feel the warmth of heavens sun upon her faceShe could hear in the back of her mind, the commandments of Honor thy father, and the sermons addressing obedience..She should be a good girl..Papa was right, it was her responsibility to mind the house and--- What? Hazel eyes now turned up, as if he had struck her right across the faceHer eyes hardened..Her mouth slightly agape in disbelief at what he had just proposed... A maid? Had her Papa plunged a dagger into the maidens heart, her pain would have been much lessSuch a wound from such an affront, Yvette felt as if she had been turned out in the midst of a storm and told never to returnOf course, this was the dramatic jump of which young maidens often leapt to in their already emotional mindsets maidens especially striving to such perfection as YvetteOf course Papa would never do such a thing! But for sweet Yvette, even his slightest disappointment hurled her into such a state of distressA mindset of extremities that fed like leaches off of her fear of losing his loveThe mention of bringing in a maid had fattened said leaches certainly, and as Yvette rose silently to her feet, walking quietly towards her rosary box...Images of some scantily clad harlot with tits larger than her head, teasing and tempting her Papa to the point of him ignoring her entirely, plagued the young teens heart to the point she felt near faint! Her hands trembled as she picked up the soft pinkened pearls which made up the beads of her silver chained rosaryHer heart frantically fluttering as she turned to look towards her Papas, whose eyes still remained closedFurther separating her from his heart A Maid. Her voice ached, a soft climmering of pearls rubbing together as she twisted her rosary around her nimble fingers..Her eyes casting in all different directions as she walked, trying to settle upon anything that would not spear her with such despair as viewing her Papa sitting so sternly and coldly before her.. Papa there is no need for a maid! I dont want a maid..I dont need a maid! I am perfectly capable of..of taking care of the house! Of you! She paused, close enough to him that the skirts of her gown caressed his knee. Sweet sensitive Yvette, her heart throbbing in her throat as she stood, with her rosary wrapped tourniquetly tight about her wrists, trembling like an exiled angel crawling back towards Gods throne... There was much more to do this morning before Mass than I had anticipatedI..I lost track of time and rushed out without checking the kitchen and..and..Her nails pressed harshly within her own palms, trapping the beads of her rosary, pressing the smooth side of the cross against her wrists as she fidgeted. Apprehension had drastically shifted from a punishment she would have submitted to out of soft guilt, towards some sort of malicious plan of replacement that was clearly the concoction of a spiraling emotional uproar within Yvettes precious heart. Papa it was just onceJust once! Theres no reason to allow somesome scarlet stranger into our house! You are not hers to take care of!