(I can’t stop writing about these two. I’m in Vaxus/Dorian hell! Don’t send help.)
Magister Cornwall was an evil bastard in every sense of the word. He had done many things in his sixty-five years that were, to anyone else, regrettable. A few assassinated friends here, a few sacrificed slaves there. Just the general Magister stuff. But stealing a little boy from his injured father’s arms? That was a new one. It was supposed to be a simple pick up job. He ordered his slave to go to the Pavus house, take young master Felix, and return without incident. Little did they know that his other father, the former Inquisitor Trevelyan, would be at home that day. He had put up a good fight and his slave retained a few injuries, but the elf managed to overpower Trevelyan and take the child. At least the slave was worth something. That little five year old elf boy was then thrown in the cellar of Cornwall’s manor with the door locked behind him so the little runt couldn’t escape, at least not until Cornwall got what he wanted.
Sure, it was a dick move, stealing someone’s child (even if it was an ugly little half elf mongrel.) But Pavus had left him no choice. He was trying to change their society even though it had worked fine for years. If Pavus succeeded he would no longer have slaves. And Cornwall would have to pay commoners to come into his home and clean. Actually pay them, the madness of it all! And where would this great nation be without its all-powerful blood magic or how would they ensure the purity of the next generation without some marriage guide lines? No, this simply could not be. Pavus had to be stopped and if he had to steal his son and beat his partner half to death to do it (or get his slave to), then so be it. Besides, it’s not like he was asking too much. Only for the fool to step down from his seat in the magisterium and leave Tevinter as it is, then he could have his son back. Simple, right? If Pavus disagreed, well, the slave traders were always in need of young blood.
Only about two hours later is when things really kicked off. Cornwall was sitting in his living room, drinking some of his best whisky, congratulating himself on what a fine job he did today. That’s when his slave, limping and bandaged up, came rushing in. He had a terrified look on his face as he slammed the doors behind him.
“Master!” cried the slave. “Master, it’s-!”
Before he could finish the doors burst open, throwing the slave forward, after being hit by a wave of magic. Cornwall grinned as he stood up with his hands behind his back, seeing Magister Dorian Pavus storm in. He held his staff tightly in his hands and had a glare that could have sent chills down a qunari’s spin.
“WHERE’S MY SON?!” growled Dorian.
“Ah, Magister Pavus,” said Cornwall brightly. “You’re a little earlier than I expected but that’s no trouble.”
“My son Felix! Where is he?!”
“Calm down, Pavus. He’s safe. But we really should talk.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you got to say!I want my son back!”
“See, that’s it. I got something you want and you got something I want. Your seat on the magisterium, for example. Yes, it is a high price but you know the saying; You can’t put a price on a child’s happiness.”
“Now, now, Pavus. It’s not as if you have a choice. See, I’m the only one who knows where your son is. And that a small gesture I can send him away to the slave traders, where he belongs. So you really don’t have a choice. You can’t touch me.”
Dorian’s glare grew stronger but his staff lowered. What was this? Submission? Of course he was. It was no secret how much the man adored his family. A fool’s error, Cornwall was sure.
“You’re right,” said Dorian. “I can’t touch you.”
Then, suddenly, Dorian grinned.
“But he can.”
Cornwall couldn’t spin around in time to stop the butt of the axe hitting him in-between the shoulder blades. He cried out and fell to the ground, the weapon having temporally paralyzed him. The pain was so great he wondered he had been stabbed. But no, there was no blood. Cornwall groaned in pain and looked up to see Vaxus Trevelyan standing over him, with an axe in his one hand, a black eye swollen shut and a face full of blood lust.
“I don’t believe you’ve met my husband,” said Dorian. “He’s been dying to meet you.”
“Where is Felix?” demanded Vaxus.
“Ha!” scoffed Cornwall, trying to hide his agony. “You think I’m intimidated by a brainless barbarian from the south? Andraste give me strength.”
“Look, I am not in the fucking mood for your bull shit! Tell us where our son is, or else.”
“Or else what? If you kill me you’ll never see your son again. So do your worst, Trevelyan!”
“As you wish.”
Vaxus responded by stamping hard on Cornwall’s…..jewels. He screamed in agony and held his crotch, curling into a ball and biting his lip, trying to contain a whimper.
“Now you want to tell me?” asked Vaxus. “I could do this all day.”
Vaxus stamped on his crotch again, crushing both his hands and his jewels. Cornwall cried out again and let out a tiny whimper escape
“THE CELLAR!” cried Cornwall. “HE’S IN THE CELLAR YOU TWISTED SON OF A BITCH!”
Vaxus and Dorian looked at each other before making their way to the cellar. But not before Dorian walked up to Cornwall and kicked him in the head, knocking him unconscious.
“That’s for hurting my Amatus!” growled Dorian before he hurried along to join Vaxus.
Cornwall’s house was large and vast but it wasn’t long before they found the door that led down to the cellar. As they climbed down the stairs they could hear a soft sobbing that reached for their heart strings. They quickly reached the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. Of course it was.
“Felix?! Are you there?!” called Vaxus.
“Papa?” asked Felix’s voice through the door. “Papa, is that you?!”
“Papa! Papa, I thought you were dead!”
“I’m alright, Felix, don’t worry about me. Did they hurt you?”
“No. They just threw me in here and left me alone. It’s dark in here, I don’t like the dark!”
Vaxus and Dorian looked at each other. It broke their hearts, knowing their son was just on the other side of this door, alone and afraid. They had to do something.
“It’s alright, Felix, we’re going to get you out of here!” called Dorian.
“Father!” cried Felix.
“Son, I need you to step away from the door and get behind something if you can!”
Dorian lightly pushed Vaxus’s back and aimed his staff at the key hole. A small yet powerful spell caused a controlled explosion that broke the lock and swung the door open. Felix came out from behind a wooden box and Dorian knelt down as Felix ran into his arms. He hugged him tightly as Vaxus rushed up and hugged the pair on them, Felix wrapping his arms around them both.
“Papa! Father!” sobbed Felix. “They were going to sell me! That man said he would! I was so scared!”
“We would have never let that happen, my little boy,” said Dorian, holding his face in his hands. “You’re safe now. Everything’s going to fine.”
“I love you, Father. I love you, Papa.”
“We love you too, Felix, we love you so much,” said Vaxus. “Come on, let’s get you home.”
Dorian picked up Felix and held him tightly as they climbed up the stairs back up to the house. Dorian held his son’s head into his neck so he wouldn’t see the unconscious bodies of Cornwall or his elf slave. Maker knows the poor boy had been through enough today. But Felix had no interest in looking up. He just held his father as tightly as he could, terrified of being taken again.
Poor Felix was a lot more fearful for a time, after the event. He was afraid about being left with a baby sitter and of other magisters, except for Mea of course. He had one or two nightmares that caused him to wake screaming in a cold sweat. It was a really hard time for him. But Dorian and Vaxus were always there to reassure him that was safe. And as long as the pair of them lived, they would always keep their special little boy safe. And this made Felix feel little better, if only a little bit.
I understand it, only because this is what guides MY marriage. It only works of both people are 100% PROPERLY on board, and you leave pride out of the equation.
True. And I spent 27.5 years in my first marriage, 20 years or more of that functionally depressed (because I couldn’t let my kids suffer), because it was more like the first set of frames instead of the 2nd. Maybe due to my ex being of an older generation, or maybe because he’s a total narcissist, but his idea of marriage was he went to work and came home, and I did the rest. Including raising all the kids basically on my own, growing our food, maintaining the lawn and property, and ironing his shirts (he would NOT wear a shirt that hadn’t been ironed). So yeah I’ve seen the way it DOESN’T work and I am thankful every day to have finally found the one with whom it DOES work.
I have a theory I’d like to test, but there seems to be no way of getting the information online, so if there’s anybody in the fandom with back-issues of the Playboy magazine, hit me up.
In 7.22, Dean mentions that he has read Kevin’s translation of the Leviathan tablet “more times than the Playboy I found in dad’s duffel”. Sam goes: “Anna Nicole?” to which Dean responds: “Anna Nicole. The good, they die young”. The latter seems to be Dean-speak for “Oh yeah, Anna Nicole was in that too”.
Because in the context, his line makes no sense unless he was actually reading the articles, or one of them, so many times he had it practically memorized (I mean, the usual joke is ‘I only read it for the articles’, so of course Dean Winchester would subvert the trope, because that’s like his day job).
But which article had he been reading so studiously the fucking Leviathan tablet reminded him of it?
I assume the issue they’re referring to is from June 1993, which contained the following features:
“The Thinking Man’s Guide to Marriage” by Denis Boyles “Of Lust and Arms” by William Boyles Jr. “The Flannel Revolution” by Timothy Egan
I assume the Boyles Jr. article was about the Vietnam war and the Egan article was about grunge and Nirvana.
There’s also a short-story by Dan Simmons called Death in Bangkok which seems to have been about a gay man with AIDS and vampires.
I would love to know more about these articles. Was he trying to know more about his dad (in which case, 'the good, they die young’ takes on a different edge), about his love of music, or about gay men dealing with the supernatural? All of them? Please, somebody, sate my curiosity.
Love in Ravello | Our Romantic Tour of Rufolo & Crimbrone
Ravello is arguably the most beautiful part of Italy. Seated in the clouds you witness stunning views of the coast all the way to the foot of Italy. In this tour we take you through a tour Villa Rufolo and Crimbrone sharing with you the beautiful sights and culture.
A Quick Reference on Marrying for Stats in FE Awakening
For those who are unaware of how inheritance works, its pretty simple. A child inherits the last skills equipped to his/her parents, their combined class options, and certain cumulative stat bonuses. This brief guide outlines which mom and dad give the highest bonuses for a given stat. I hope it helps you decide who to hitch in the future!
Vaike: strongest dad (highest STR bonus)
Cherche: strongest mom
Ricken: most magical dad (highest MAG bonus)
Miriel: most magical mom
Lon'qu: fastest dad (highest SPD bonus)
Note: LQ is also the most skillful dad. There were too many ties to list a most skillful mom.
Sumia/Panne (tie): fastest mom(s)
Donnel: luckiest dad (highest LCK bonus)
Maribelle/Anna (tie): luckiest mom(s)
Kellam: most defensive dad (highest DEF bonus)
Nowi: most defensive mom
Note: there are no dads that give a resistance bonus, and too many ties among the moms to list any.
Weirdest sci-fi author fact I’ve learned today: HP Lovecraft introduced young authors Henry Kuttner and CL Moore in the 1930s. As a result, they fell in love and married.
“The vision of H.P. Lovecraft as a matchmaker is an unlikely one, but knowing that a young author named Henry Kuttner had been greatly impressed by C.L. Moore’s fiction, he arranged a correspondence between the two, which eventually culminated in their marriage.”
—A Reader’s Guide to Science Fiction,(1980)
Granted, neither Lovecraft nor Kuttner knew Moore was a woman, so Lovecraft can’t be given compete credit as a matchmaker.