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Ideal, right. So, they'd come with me, and I wouldn't feel trapped, and when we're tired we could share a bed and actually sleep.
[ Instead of laying awake with nothing but the sound of her own heartbeat in the dark. ]
What books would your widow-widower have for you to read?
[ Instead of laying awake with nothing but the sound of her own heartbeat in the dark. ]
What books would your widow-widower have for you to read?
Oh, nonsense and rubbish. Whole shelves of mysteries and adventures—and a hidden trove of romances that stretch the boundaries of good taste, where the eleven children could not find them. Or where we could all pretend they had not found them. Of course they would. Children are clever.
[ Barely paying attention to what he's saying, because share a bed and actually sleep is such a simple thing to want. And he sympathizes.
But they're talking about happy things. ]
And once I had finished them all, a new crate every month.
Would you come visit me?
[ Barely paying attention to what he's saying, because share a bed and actually sleep is such a simple thing to want. And he sympathizes.
But they're talking about happy things. ]
And once I had finished them all, a new crate every month.
Would you come visit me?
You wouldn't be able to keep me away!
I'd visit often, and whenever you tired of a book I'd take it and read it and the next we visited I'd tell you about my favorite parts and purposefully mispronounce your favorite character's name.
[ It's the simplest wants that break her, time and time again. She doesn't want much, and yet it always seems to be too much. ]
I'd visit often, and whenever you tired of a book I'd take it and read it and the next we visited I'd tell you about my favorite parts and purposefully mispronounce your favorite character's name.
[ It's the simplest wants that break her, time and time again. She doesn't want much, and yet it always seems to be too much. ]
[ It's impossible not to think about the cabin in the mountains, and Byerly complimenting his earlobes, but he keeps it to a minimum. No dwelling. ]
Make sure not to repeat that where Sabine can hear you. She might take you up on it.
[ He lays out his cards, which are very bad, but it's not completely impossible to do worse. ]
Make sure not to repeat that where Sabine can hear you. She might take you up on it.
[ He lays out his cards, which are very bad, but it's not completely impossible to do worse. ]
“It started out a place they kept Tevinter slaves. This place was built to break the spirit. People died of violence and disease in a world that wanted it to happen so their neighbors might be subdued. Then it was one of the most brutal Circles in the world, under Meredith. Tranquility happened as a first resort for punishment, even when it was illegal, because the Grand Cleric let it happen. Mages were tortured here, murdered, raped, with no consequence for the Templars who did it. There was so much death and suffering here before the rebellion that what came after was superfluous.”
He nods a bit at the beginning—he knows why it was built, he's complained himself about the architecture being designed to make people miserable—but stops nodding as Colin goes on, because he doesn't want to seem like he's trying to make him stop.
"So—" What he was trying to ask, really. "—the mages here before were dealing with the Veil being thin the whole time?"
"So—" What he was trying to ask, really. "—the mages here before were dealing with the Veil being thin the whole time?"
I'm very sorry to hear it. [But let's not linger on dead parents; there are far more pleasant things to discuss!] Are you much for parties on Satinalia? I have great hopes that we will have no reason to go fighting our way through Nevarran cities this year, and so there might be a little something organized in the Gallows proper. In which case, what would you estimate the likelihood that you might play at such an affair, and at what rate might you be bribed for a particular sort of tune or two if such a coincidence were to come to pass?
"Well, that's bullshit," Bastien says. "If they intended to keep mages from being possessed, they should not have set them up to fail that way."
But after a moment, hand on his slice of tarte tatin, he adds, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you talk about something so troubling. We can change the subject if you like."
But after a moment, hand on his slice of tarte tatin, he adds, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you talk about something so troubling. We can change the subject if you like."
[ A lethal blow! Athessa hams it up, letting her head fall back and her body slump slowly towards the ground. For the drama, she reaches up past the edge of the bench, clasping at nothing before her arm falls with a soft paff when her wrist hits grass. And thus, she dies. ]
Death rattle. [ Because it's funnier to say death rattle than to just make one. ]
Death rattle. [ Because it's funnier to say death rattle than to just make one. ]
Hmm.
[ He sweeps the cards back to himself on the table to reorganize and shuffle. ]
I am afraid of storms. Not horribly. I can deal with it. They wake me up, I go back to sleep, it is fine. But whenever there is thunder, I am, you know. [ He raises one of his hands to indicate a slight elevation of anxiety. ] A little nervous.
[ He sweeps the cards back to himself on the table to reorganize and shuffle. ]
I am afraid of storms. Not horribly. I can deal with it. They wake me up, I go back to sleep, it is fine. But whenever there is thunder, I am, you know. [ He raises one of his hands to indicate a slight elevation of anxiety. ] A little nervous.
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