i am tempted to do this so often

I felt homesick, so I asked Raphael to describe part of heaven for me. He allowed me to write it down as he spoke, so here’s what he said:

“It was beautiful, child, it always was beautiful. There are gardens in many parts of heaven. There are lilacs and greens and blues you can’t even imagine up here, all in one plant, or all in the dozens that cover the various gardens. There are archways and pathways and walkways, through and under and around various places. Some parts of heaven may even look like earth, but an unearthly earth, if that makes sense. There is one part, as I’m showing you [He is referencing a mental image he’s sending me, which he tries to describe]. This one part, there is a pathway leading through into a dip in the walkway, with an arch on the upper part and leading over the other like a bridge. They meet at both ends. It’s like you have two different paths to take if you want to get to the same destination. And then on some days the clouds look just right, juxtaposition themselves just right, and there is a cloud behind the archway or off to the side. And the trees will always sway with a light breeze but no leaves will fall, like they’re permanently alive and breathing, and just shuddering with the light and the air and the love. Oh, child, I know how much you miss it. I do hope that when you come Home I can take you to some of these places, but for now you must live here. You must make a life here for as long as possible, understood? ”

anonymous asked:

I saw you're asking for prompts! How about Cullen following Dorian to tevinter to become his bodyguard because being part of the Lucerni is dangerous business. Dorian is upset that Cullen did it, but at the same time he couldn't be happier.

My inbox is always open for prompts, though I can’t always swear I’ll fill them. This one, though…this one definitely ran away with me. It’s not as silly as it was supposed to be, but I think it fits the prompt. And it’s still pretty damn fluffy.


Interviewing prospective guard captains was supposed to be tedious. It was supposed to involve long hours talking to people he would have to trust with his life but with whom he had little in common, and then longer hours talking to his spies to find out if the most likely candidates had any unfortunate family ties, or even-more-unfortunate debts. Family could be forgotten or scorned or ignored–Dorian would know–but debts had a habit of coming due at inconvenient moments. And when they came due, there was no telling who might end up paying.

Boring the interviews might be, but excitement is exactly what Dorian was trying to avoid by hiring a guard captain in the first place. The Lucerni are all targets right now, and he and Maevaris are the largest. Mae has her own protections, but he hasn’t been back in Tevinter long enough to really establish himself. After two assassins made it close enough that Dorian had to deal with them himself, he finally admitted that a guard captain, with some accompanying guards, was perhaps a worthwhile investment. His life could do with a little less excitement.

Which means that the man currently following Dorian’s assistant into the office is exactly what Dorian doesn’t need, no matter what traitorous and decidedly un-magisterial flips his heart might be doing.

His assistant stops, blinking at whatever she sees on his face. “Is something wrong?” Her eyes flick to the man now standing at parade rest in the exact center of the rug in front of Dorian’s desk.

Dorian gives himself a mental shake and sets down his pen, aligning it precisely with the edge of the paper he’d been writing on. “No, no, nothing’s wrong.” He sounds convincing, because he wants to be convinced. He wants this to be right, even though he knows it isn’t.

But his assistant doesn’t need to know any of that. “Thank you, Lucia, that will be all for now. I’ll let you know when we’re through.”

She gives him a doubtful look but bows herself from his office, closing the door quietly as she goes. The silence in the room is so complete Dorian can hear the latch click, a silence that continues unbroken for a long, painful moment. His visitor stands with his feet slightly apart and hands clasped behind his back, waiting with a trained soldier’s patience.

Dorian breaks first, as he always has when it’s just the two of them, though he manages to keep his tone calm as he folds his hands on top of his desk and asks, “What are you doing here?”

Cullen blinks as if the question puzzles him. “I thought it was obvious.”

It’s so infuriatingly Fereldan, Dorian wants to laugh. Or throw something. “Why are you here?”

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“when you’ve known me longer, you’ll learn that I mean everything I say.“

 "Even the lies?”   

“Especially the lies.”

- Tyrion and Petyr Baelish in ACOK

Tyrion says that he means everything he says but then he says things to play the “monster” role that people expect of him and is hurt when people actually believe him.

"Whatever happens to her happens to Tommen as well, and that includes the beatings and rapes.” If she thinks me such a monster, I’ll play the part for her


“To save a whore’s virtue, you threatened your own House, your own kin? Is that the way of it?”

“You were the one who taught me that a good threat is often more telling than a blow. Not that Joffrey hasn’t tempted me sore a few hundred times. If you’re so anxious to whip people, start with him. But Tommen … why would I harm Tommen? He’s a good lad, and mine own blood.“

"As was your mother.”


Jaime handed him the ring of keys. “I gave you the truth. You owe me the same. Did you do it? Did you kill him?”   

The question was another knife, twisting in his guts. “Are you sure you want to know?” asked Tyrion. 


And I am the monster they all say I am. Yes, I killed your vile son.“ He made himself grin. It must have been a hideous sight to see, there in the torchlit gloom.  

Jaime turned without a word and walked away. 

Tyrion watched him go, striding on his long strong legs, and part of him wanted to call out, to tell him that it wasn’t true, to beg for his forgiveness. But then he thought of Tysha, and he held his silence.

He’s playing this role that’s been assigned to him but at the same time I think he wants to be proven wrong. In particular the fact that Jaime has to ask him whether he killed Joffrey is what hurts him the most, and telling him the lie is not only a way of getting back at Jaime for what happened to Tysha but for not believing wholeheartedly in his innocence. He’s testing Jaime here, and Jaime fails the test.

At least with Tywin and Cersei he already knows that they think him a monster, but even then I don’t think he really expected them to believe his threats against Tommen. People say that Tyrion should have expected that the things he said would come back around to be used against him in Joffrey’s trial but the reason people believe those things in the first place is because of their previous ableist conceptions of Tyrion as a monster. Marginalized people have always had their words twisted against them so this is not a surprise.

As is shown by Tywin’s reation, a threat against kin is a taboo in a feudal society, and throughout the novel we see how people, particularly his own family, see Tyrion’s mere existence as a threat. The immediate evidence that Tywin has that Tyrion would carry out that threat is that his mother died giving birth to him. So Tyrion doesn’t even have to do much at all for Tywin and Cersei to believe that he would harm his own blood, no matter how warm his relationship with Tommen is shown to be, no matter how much he says that he would never hurt Tommen.

In a way Tyrion is right about meaning everything he says; even his lies are not without meaning because it’s a way of testing the people around him and of testing himself. Tyrion’s narrative is about the question: am I really the monster that I was taught that I am? I think the things he says here are examples of both wanting to be that monster and wanting to be proven wrong, which seems contradictory but that’s part of what I love about Tyrion as a character.

anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts on asking questions to/conversing with/leaving offerings for gods you do not follow? I myself do not worship any gods from any pantheon, though I often find myself tempted to leave something for one or another to show that I'm thinking of Them or perhaps I am in need of advice and am tempted to ask if They can nudge me towards the right path. I always stop myself though, because as someone who doesn't actively worship and isn't a devotee, I'm afraid I might...offend?

First, many apologies for taking so long to reply, Haven’t been particularly well lately. 

So: TL:DR is that Your Mileage May Vary depending on your Neighbours/Persons.

(I am wilfully nicking Gordon’s usage of Neighbours as descriptors of non human persons, cos it’s actually an old and immensely practical term for Them Wot Have Been With Us Since Before The Beginning And Probably Beyond The Hereafter.)

Regarding them as individual beings with individual agency and agendas is probably the best model for you here. The Havamal actively cautions against over-offering, because of the principle of reciprocity and interdependence.

It’s better to offer/give within one’s means - just as with people, Giving the equivalent of a Porsche out of nowhere is kinda awkward and has a lot of  issues around it which I’m mot going to unpick here - suffice to say that a relationship is best built up with smaller offerings over time. Note that the equivalent of Saw This And Thought of You certainly doesn’t mean worship, and indeed in my view one can give/make offerings without worship, or placing oneself in a subservient position.

One can uncouple practices dealing with the Neighbours from Religion quite easily - for many pre-Christian/non-Christian cultures there was no Religion per se; there was simply that which is done - the customs and actions which evolve organically from contact with the Neighbours over the generations - something pragmatic and necessary when one lives within a living so-called ‘animist’ kosmos.

Acknowledging one’s Neighbours is good general practice, even if your offerings are say: To those beings, gods, ghosts, mighty, dead. ancestors and spirits [here/who are present/watching over me], this I offer freely.

Often, if a being wants something more specific, they’ll find a way to communicate that. The fact that you don’t wish to offend will go a long way too.