Thread: Odette (Montresor & sweet.nothings)

Odette frowned heavily, not caring if Rogier saw how disappointed she was in the spectacle that played out before her. The way Genevive slinked to his knees under the noble's gaze was a matter of slave and master, of which one couldn't pass guilt. But the way he leaned into Rogier's lap and adored lord Montressor with a love that dipped into perverted realms was idolatrous. But it just wasn't that, either . Rogier couldn't have hinted upon homosexuality in any other unobstructed way, and Genevive was painted up and degraded into the opposite gender as if it never mattered in the least bit that men were created in the image of God. It was no wonder why Rogier wanted to shoot a hole into her heart. Odette dropped her eyes and focused upon the uneaten food scattered about her plate as delicacies were fed to the queer waiter. Here she was asking for this Marquee to give up an old tradition of bedding the bride on her wedding night, and this sort of abomination seemed only a surface issue in face of all the sexual sin playing out before her right now. She can imagine how Rogier took her request that day. Why even bother putting to rest an old pagan law for the approval of some God when his very lifestyle and sexual preference for other men would never pass through all the red tape? It was a battle he would never win, for it was a battle he chose to not involve with, and so of course placing a bullet into her heart was the obvious answer. Though she doubt that Rogier desired to keep her cross and rosary under honest intentions, she did agree that it was probably best if he kept them closer to himself instead of returning them. Odette straightened her spine and sat tall, and returned her green eyes upon the lord. This time, she met Rogier with a gentle calm that belittled the trepidation in her voice earlier. Likewise dodging his masturbation inquiry, equally so. It would be a crime to my heart to not feel pity for Genevieve. However uncomfortable Rogier made Odette with such matters, she would not feint before them. Odette had not been an Abbess for no reason at all, and the strong woman clothed her shoulders with informed duty. We are fortunate that our Heavenly Father is our Judge. He has taken that responsibility out of my hands and has equipped me with other spiritual fruits. if I were to not pity Genevieve there wouldn't be any voice upholding his soul before Jesus' mercy, in prayer. She lowered her gaze upon what edges of the transsexual's profile she could see along the expanse of the great table. He is confused, obviously, and with no help from you. The poor child has lost his way, and has forgotten that his body was made in the image of God, and for God's glory. That , my gracious lord, is not an image that Jehovah would care for. Odette still didn't return her eyes upon Rogier's tilted head, yet instead returned to her plate where she picked up her fork and chased a cherry tomato about, all the while taking a moment to pause and address the other matter pressing upon this boys mind. You are correct, the bible only speaks sparingly about men masturbating, and how it is wrong. She knew what she was about to say was only a matter of personal opinion, because sister Odette knew that some other nuns would greatly differ. So she was careful with her words to try and explain her own reflective beliefs. Rogier Montresor, the Lord has given us His Spirit that He may convict us of wrong doings. This may be difficult to understand, but faith is dolled out in measures. My faith is stronger than your faith, and runs deeper, as an example. Therefor the Lord is able to convict me of deeper matters as opposed to someone whose faith is very small, and childish. Personally, I have refrained from all sexual touch and masturbation, purely devoting myself to the Lord in chastity and virginity. For it is my conviction, Montresor, that if the man is head of his house and that a woman is his servant, why should women be permitted to masturbate if men are discouraged from doing so? It never has seemed right to me, and so I have chosen to never satiate myself. But I do not blame those who do, my gracious host. Because I understand that the Lord places upon our hearts the convictions that only He knows we can individually bare.