"How does that make you feel?"
Mordeu frowned, "what?"
Cillian wriggled away from his hold, "Freya and Alana," he shot Mordeu an intense look, waiting for any sort of reaction. "Last time I heard, you're pretty against people like that."
Mordeu drew in a deep breath. Sure, he had come to terms with the differences that existed between people. He had accepted that what he found ideal may be different for someone else. That his whole world was just a symphony of one tune. Only after hearing from Freya that he had somehow been convinced that people can be different from what he was accustomed to, that people can have emotions he felt was absurd.
Just like how there existed witches, werewolves, elves, vampires, fairies, and the rest, there surely exist people whose desires differ from the norm. And why should he hate them for it?
