Godric can't help the smile at Dorian's words. "Good," he tells him. "Sometimes it isn't about morality and redemption. Sometimes, it's about showing another person that they deserve to be cared for and loved."
"It wouldn't surprise me if there's more here who need that care and love than who need the morality and redemption in the first place," Dorian idly muses. "For every out and out psychopath, there seem to be three broken souls."
Dancy needs that and Godric - tries his hardest to make sure that happens. For her. And for him.
"I think that it is so easy to be complacent," he admits. "And to think that your life cannot change. And to wonder why it cannot change but not know what to do. And here? Here they can find change."
Dorian nods. At least in this regard, he's buying what Godric's selling.
"Sometimes you need something drastic to shake you out of your routine. Granted, I don't think many people were picturing 'dying and going to a prison barge' levels of drastic, but whatever works, works."
Godric trails his fingers along Dorian's arm. "There was a church. They called themselves the Fellowship of the Sun, and they hated us. Felt as if we were abominations before God." He leans into him. "I did not want them to harm any of the vampires in my territory, so I offered myself to them. And so for weeks, they kept me in the basement." They felt as if they had him locked up, but only because Godric wanted it.
"And I'm sure that though they thought you were abominations, they were perfectly welcoming of the addicts, the poor, the unwed mothers, and the prostitutes, all those people who Jesus himself hung out with," Dorian responds, sarcasm dripping from his voice. He does not have many positive feelings about organized religion.
"They were - no. They had their own ideas about things, but they did try, in their minds, to be good." He smiles.
"And I walked out. My underlings sent someone to save me, as they thought I was being held against my will. A human. One of the guards thought it appropriate to pin her to the floor, so I walked out of my little cell and stopped him. It all, as they say, went downhill from there."
"He was an outlier. The others? They spent hours talking with me. And I do believe they wanted to help their fellow people. They just went about it the wrong way."
He smiles to hear it because, honestly, that's how things should be. "It was the church basement. Hardly a dungeon," he points out. "I played solitaire with cards that had pictures of the saints."
He turns, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"But they absolutely intended to sacrifice me to the sun."
"I'm sure I can find another situation where I can be heroic and obnoxious," Dorian laughs. He cuddles up close to Godric, closing his eyes for a moment, just indulging in skin to skin contact.
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"I think that it is so easy to be complacent," he admits. "And to think that your life cannot change. And to wonder why it cannot change but not know what to do. And here? Here they can find change."
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"Sometimes you need something drastic to shake you out of your routine. Granted, I don't think many people were picturing 'dying and going to a prison barge' levels of drastic, but whatever works, works."
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"How did you escape?"
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"And I walked out. My underlings sent someone to save me, as they thought I was being held against my will. A human. One of the guards thought it appropriate to pin her to the floor, so I walked out of my little cell and stopped him. It all, as they say, went downhill from there."
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Yeah there are some bad apples, but you don't let the bad apples guard the vampire! That's simple logic!
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He shrugs.
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Sorry Godric! Dorian is absolutely painting all these religious nutters with a very terrible brush.
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He turns, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"But they absolutely intended to sacrifice me to the sun."
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"You know, if we were in the same world, I'd be dramatically rescuing you from the basement. I'm that sort of stupidly sentimental sometimes."
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