Do Varlen or Dorian get jealous when someone flirts with the other? (Sorry this is phrased weird my brain stopped working for a second)
Wow this took me forever to get to, but I really liked the prompt, so… better late than never?
Short story: They don’t really get jealous because at the end of the day, they trust each other not to go running off into the sunset with someone else. Long story… (approx 1000 words, most under the cut) <3
“Y’know… don’t see many folks dressed like you ‘round here.”
Dorian smiled, cocking an eyebrow at the man who had finally built up the courage to pull up a seat at his table. It had only been a matter of time,
really. The poor fellow had been glancing over for the good part of an hour, bolstering himself with a bit of liquid courage. He
wasn’t a bad sort by any stretch, Dorian supposed. Mid twenties, perhaps. Big, strong arms, dark brown hair, solid jaw… a farmer? No. Not enough of that barnyard odour. No hay wedged in his shoes, either. Or his hair…
“Ah yes. Some would call it foolish,” Dorian said with a
sigh, swirling the contents of his mug. He’d barely taken a sip or two. It wasn’t
exactly fine liquor, but what could he expect. “Although normally when someone pays this much attention
to my attire, they’re looking to rob me.”
The man stiffened, his eyes widening in surprise, and a part
of Dorian relaxed. That right there was a face that read like an open book. It was either
that or this seemingly honest man was a brilliant actor.
“Oh no, not I!” the man said, raising a hand to his chest
as though that magically proved something. Southerners.
“I make more than my keep working the smithy, ser. I do work for a few
of the towns nearby, too. Keeps me well outta trouble.”
“Ah, so you’re a blacksmith, then,” Dorian mused. As the man nodded, he braved a sip of his drink and cringed a little at the watered down
mead. “Maker’s breath, did they leave the barrel to ferment at the bottom of a well?”
The man actually laughed.
Strange thing, that. Dorian eyed him for a moment, but no, he seemed genuine
enough. Was he actually aware he had just insulted his town’s local brew?
deweyspalace replied to your post“Aww… I’m still being invited to D&D sessions, even though I wussed…”
Ship, do it! It’s super fun
The campaign is a short one and they’ve already played 3 out of 5 sessions. I can’t really join now, especially after the disaster that was the first meeting. Watching and hanging out is a decent substitute for playing.
When you begin to experience the mythical “struggles of the working class” your parents dealt with but was always a vague concept to you and now it’s clear that the elites are profiting off of your individual exploitation so they can better live in excessive luxury and maintain the hegemony that insists this is a fair system that rewards those who are deserving
Public Opinion in the JFK Library Archives: James Meredith and the University of Mississippi Riots, September 30-October 1, 1962
Dana Bronson and Stacey Chandler, Archives Reference
On February 7, 1961, a 27-year-old black Air Force
veteran named James
Meredith wrote to the United States Department of Justice.
He described the “antagonizing and often miserable” experience of applying to
the University of Mississippi (“Ole Miss”), which had never knowingly admitted
a black student and hadn’t even acknowledged his application.
Meredith sued the university, and over a year later,
the Supreme Court ordered the school to enroll him on the first day of classes:
October 1, 1962. As Meredith made his way to campus, segregationists gathered
at Ole Miss for protests that quickly turned into riots. In the last few days
of September, thousands of Americans wrote to President John F. Kennedy with
concerns about what they were seeing in the news, and we’re working on preserving
and organizing their letters
for the first time.
Some writers opposed integration, questioning
Meredith’s motives and supporting Mississippi Governor Ross Barnett, an
outspoken segregationist. Many of these also urged the President to concentrate
on other issues – particularly the U.S.-Cuba relationship, which would develop
into a full-blown crisis in just two weeks.
Other citizens expressed strong support for Meredith
and equal rights, and disappointment at a lack of action by the Kennedy
Behind the scenes, Governor Barnett privately agreed
to let Meredith enroll in
exchange for a scripted, public showdown with federal marshals
that would help the Governor keep his anti-integration reputation. On September
30, the Kennedy administration followed through on the plan, sending marshals to
guard Meredith, and the rioting crowds responded with increasing violence. The
administration nationalized the Mississippi National Guard to help control the
mob, but by the morning of October 1, two civilians were dead and hundreds more
Back in Washington, the White House Mail Room was
flooded with letters about the violence in Mississippi, with many arguing that
the federal government was trampling on state and individual rights.
But others across the country expressed disbelief
and anger at the reaction to Meredith’s presence on campus, and encouraged the
administration to support full integration of American society.
On October 1, federal troops gained control of the
campus and Meredith became the first African American student to enroll at the
university. Though he faced continued harassment from many classmates, Meredith
earned his degree in political science in 1963.
Bundles of postcards received by the White House
during the Ole Miss riots, now in Box 142 of the White House Public Opinion
Roughly 45 of the nearly 120 civil rights-related
boxes in the White House Public Opinion Mail collection in the JFK Library
Archives contain letters about James Meredith and the events at Ole Miss.
Meredith later said that he saw his actions as “an assault on white supremacy,”
and it is clear from the thousands of letters that came to the White House that
Americans – on many sides of the issue – agreed.
Hoo boy, I finally finished all of my homework. Turns out being a normal kid is harder than I thought. Today we had to learn how to add AND subtract fractions! Maybe I’ll just get Ghost-Eyes to do it for me next time…