<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313342.msg15177008#msg15177008">Quote from: Callie Del Noire on 23-11-2019, 12:49:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Magic has a price. Always.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>As the caster of this forbidden spell settled herself and began talking, persuasive without sexual, well without overt sexuality, she was just that! Sex on a stick, waiting to be consumed or consume others. With this, Angela saw the pain within, the power and the price. She remembered her own revelation of where her power came from, and how uplifting it was to know that she had been chosen truly into the army of God, to do those things that He could not ask of others. The price to pay, obedience. The wonder and magic she had felt coursing through her veins, her very will healing the infirm, and defending the weak. All it took was accepting that she had to be stronger than any who opposed her patron's stead.<br/><br/>She had gone to her priests, had asked them where true strength came from. They had told her, the scriptures, the Spirit, the Lord, and the truth. The scriptures would offer her the strength of the past, words to throw against the coming confusions, the Spirit would offer guidance when the words were unclear, the Lord would never leave her, and the truth would identify the source. The source of the desire, the temptation, the dilemma often would define the reaction needed.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313342.msg15177008#msg15177008">Quote from: Callie Del Noire on 23-11-2019, 12:49:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“At Burning Man, you offered yourself to me. To save hundreds that you never knew. When you hugged me, I like it. You sheltering me, my day dreams include being simply held by you..after a passionate encounter but it’s not just my choice. You have to choose as well.”<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>This played into her very nature, but it didn't feel like manipulation as true honesty. She needed to help, to shelter others. She had never known a truer calling than that of shield and sword. She loved her sisters in arms, and was drawn to them in moments of high emotion as no others she had ever met.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313342.msg15177008#msg15177008">Quote from: Callie Del Noire on 23-11-2019, 12:49:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"What do you desire in those moments of honest self reflection?”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Honestly, she wanted a family with kids, grandkids, and great-grandkids, that would require a man, though she had yet to find 'him'. She wanted to serve her patron, and her religion. She wanted to protect people from those that they did not have the strength to protect themselves from. And honestly, she wanted Scandal, and Rose, and Dai, but in a much more carnal fashion. Oh, how can she be so honest with herself. Denial is the tool of the adversary. Through it, one is led down paths of unrighteous behavior, and truly, had she been treating her fellows with loving arms? No, she all but attacked her friend, her team-mate and shield sister. That was not the way of a loving God.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313342.msg15177008#msg15177008">Quote from: Callie Del Noire on 23-11-2019, 12:49:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> She got up. “Do you want me to leave, go back to Vegas or to kiss me and perhaps more? There shouldn’t be guilt or anger in having normal sexual desires.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Angela lost all aggression, her friends denial of her own wants, her willingness to abandon her presence for the comfort of each, her truth may have set them both free. Sloughing off the anger, throwing the devil to the dust, she stepped into Scandal's embrace, her own arms wide and her sheltering wings enveloping them both. Her own magics could not heal this pain, but perhaps where any two come together in prayer... the lord's presence could. This did not mean that she could become a wanton wench, sating her desires because they were to be sated. But now the act had purpose, and finding that, without fabrication, could be a righteous act.<br/><br/>"Our Dear Heavenly Father," she began beneath her breath. She continued the all but silent prayer as she hugged her friend. Her lips moving though only the faintest whisper offered of the thanks given that this unlikely vessel would bring truth to her heart in such a timely need. She sealed the prayer with an Amen and a kiss upon the crown of the shorter woman.<br/><br/>"Shield-sister," she began, and the term of endearment held no anger, no animosity, only a deep affection and caring love. "I would like nothing more than for you to stand at my side against all that would oppose us. I see that much healing from my actions is needed. My self-denial has hurt you, not just myself." She slowly, as though dealing with a dangerous animal, for what she now planned was dangerous, her forefinger curled and cradled Scandal's chin, lifting it to provide access to her tantalizing lips. "I would like nothing more than to kiss the pain away." She brought her own lips down upon those lips with a caress, offering but inviting only.<br/><br/>