[ Donations from all over Thedas, the Revered Mother, in her apparently infinite wisdom and unrivaled authority, had claimed. Clearly, the woman hadn't traveled farther than Orlais if she thought the paltry sample of trite propaganda the "benevolent faithful" had sent to Skyhold was even a fraction of the literature necessary fulfill their needs. His requests for more specific works, those related to history, the conquest of Arlathan specifically, had fallen on deaf ears, but he would not burden Luthien with the issue. The man had enough on his plate with establishing his place, that of a Dalish elf no less, as the "Herald of Andraste" to worry himself with the trivialities of maintaining his library. Maker knew the man took too much on himself to begin with, and with the rumors already flying loosely from the lips of anyone who'd ever seen the two of them speaking...it was best he not ask the elf for anything.
He placed yet another worthless tome atop the quickly growing stack near his chair and pulled a piece of parchment and a quill to take some notes. Perhaps a tersely worded letter to their charming ambassador would get something done... ]
[ Becoming the Inquisitor was rather overwhelming, but it also gave him a sense of peace. Of course he was still skeptical about even being the Herald of Andraste, because it went against his own belief system, though he tried to keep an open mind on the matter. Life had already proven on more than one occasion that strange occurrences tended to surround him. The bigger decisions still made him hesitant, but he had to be strong- at the very least on the exterior.
One of his favorite things, however, was checking up on his inner circle. Luthien would do anything they asked of him if it was within his power. He can't entirely help his bias toward one of them, however. Everything about Dorian was theatrical and brazen, even from the beginning when they went into the future that wasn't meant to happen. Dorian had a style all his own, but beyond that was someone who endured hardships and was stronger for it. He was enjoying getting to know Dorian, butterflies and all.
He'd been so busy since the moment he woke up, that Luthien had barely gotten to breathe. His meeting with Cullen, Josephine, and Leliana had lasted most of the morning as they discussed their upcoming strategies. Luthien's mind was still reeling as he made his escape across the castle's entryway and through the door that led to the library. As he got to the top of the stairs, Dorian was in his line of sight, near the alcove that he had claimed as his own, though the newest addition were the stacks of books. ]
I hope I haven't interrupted plans to entomb yourself with books.
[ How in the Maker's name did this man always end up precisely where he was thought of last? It was uncanny! And yet, as the days had progressed, Dorian had come to look forward to their stolen meetings. It made this cold fortress of chilled breezes and stone feel a little less lonely, and that he welcomed more than life itself at this point.
His candor, also, was welcome. He'd never had occasion to meet so many elves, and a Dalish no less, but they were all proving to be lovely in their own ways. What had Sera said? "People are people"? Yes, quite.
He chuckled as the man approached, but didn't turn, moving instead back to the shelf he'd been "liberating" of trite propaganda all morning. ]
Quite the opposite. I'm simply organizing your library in terms of what should be read, and what should be re-purposed as furniture.
[ He pulled a tome from a higher shelf and turned then, holding the book in question. ] Malificar of the North: a study by Sister Rhiani, for instance. [ And he tossed the tome causally atop a stack of others. ] "All mages of the north are evil and poised atop a swaying dais, ready to fall into the lap of whatever demon holds their sway at the moment". In this instance, "mages from the north" are those from Tevinter, of course. This woman's never gone farther north than Orlais. I can assure you. How is your morning?
[ The longer he spends in Skyhold, the more accustomed he is to making his treks to the various places his people tend to linger. There's a certain warmth that comes with winding up those stairs and coming into the library. ]
I had no idea that the library had so many books of that nature. I'll speak to Ambassador Montilyet about acquiring a wider range. [ It's akin to hearing that the library is filled with books on how the Dalish are nothing more than tricksters, or turn into dragons if spurned. Rumors like that could be dangerous. The mages in the Inquisition suffered enough scrutiny for their gifts- Dorian especially, because of the reputation Tevinter had.. But Dorian wasn't Tevinter. He was a man apart from that, and he wished others would see that, too.
Luthien steps around the piles of books, settling next to the window in Dorian's alcove with his arms crossed comfortably in front of him. ]
Quite long, but it's getting better by the moment.
Don't. I can handle the library. I'm certain you have at least fifteen other things that should be seen to before the propaganda upon your bookshelves.
[ And anything he may request in regards to the library in such a fashion may be seen as "pro-Tevinter" which would work against the already pagan's standing with his people. Dorian already effected his reputation enough. He wouldn't be responsible for more tarnish. He motioned toward the small table atop which he'd been taking notes. ]
I'm already working on a letter to that effect, in fact. [ He laughs lightly at Luthien's flirting. My if he didn't always enjoy their playfulness. It was something like an oasis, refreshment where elsewhere there was only devastation. ] Naturally, as you always find your way to my side. What will people say?
If it's something important, I don't mind. [ Keeping busy helps, and if he can do something that will better not only the Inquisition, but the quality of life for its members, it's something he wants. The whispers of ignorance toward his own heritage happen, though he brushes them off as best as he can. Luthien knows that elves are seen as lesser, so it's difficult to rise above that with his title as Herald. Most people don't believe at first. That's not what's important. His people in the Inquisition have shown him respect as an equal, so it's more than enough for him.
He didn't used to flirt, but it's hard not to with Dorian. Especially since he started it first. Heck, he might even be getting better at it with all this practice. Creators know he was terrible at it, before. ]
People talk, they do little else. Honestly, they can say what they like so long as that is all that it remains.
[ It sounded like so simple a thing when Luthien said it: let them talk, it doesn't matter. But it did matter. The Inquisition was seen as an authority, a stabilizing force in a world gone mad. Luthien couldn't afford to divide his people, not when so much was at stake...
...and yet, it was a delight, having that concerned gaze turned upon him, to know that someone, anyone at all, stood with him, that for once, he didn't stand alone. Pariah-hood was delightful in thought, and in occasional practice, but loneliness? No. That...was something else entirely. ]
You should be more careful with that, you know. The opinion of the people is often what's been opening doors for us.
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When in doubt, just write Dorian pissed at the state of the Inquisition's "library"
Date: 2018-08-09 03:10 am (UTC)He placed yet another worthless tome atop the quickly growing stack near his chair and pulled a piece of parchment and a quill to take some notes. Perhaps a tersely worded letter to their charming ambassador would get something done... ]
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Date: 2018-08-09 01:38 pm (UTC)One of his favorite things, however, was checking up on his inner circle. Luthien would do anything they asked of him if it was within his power. He can't entirely help his bias toward one of them, however. Everything about Dorian was theatrical and brazen, even from the beginning when they went into the future that wasn't meant to happen. Dorian had a style all his own, but beyond that was someone who endured hardships and was stronger for it. He was enjoying getting to know Dorian, butterflies and all.
He'd been so busy since the moment he woke up, that Luthien had barely gotten to breathe. His meeting with Cullen, Josephine, and Leliana had lasted most of the morning as they discussed their upcoming strategies. Luthien's mind was still reeling as he made his escape across the castle's entryway and through the door that led to the library. As he got to the top of the stairs, Dorian was in his line of sight, near the alcove that he had claimed as his own, though the newest addition were the stacks of books. ]
I hope I haven't interrupted plans to entomb yourself with books.
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Date: 2018-08-12 04:00 pm (UTC)His candor, also, was welcome. He'd never had occasion to meet so many elves, and a Dalish no less, but they were all proving to be lovely in their own ways. What had Sera said? "People are people"? Yes, quite.
He chuckled as the man approached, but didn't turn, moving instead back to the shelf he'd been "liberating" of trite propaganda all morning. ]
Quite the opposite. I'm simply organizing your library in terms of what should be read, and what should be re-purposed as furniture.
[ He pulled a tome from a higher shelf and turned then, holding the book in question. ] Malificar of the North: a study by Sister Rhiani, for instance. [ And he tossed the tome causally atop a stack of others. ] "All mages of the north are evil and poised atop a swaying dais, ready to fall into the lap of whatever demon holds their sway at the moment". In this instance, "mages from the north" are those from Tevinter, of course. This woman's never gone farther north than Orlais. I can assure you. How is your morning?
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Date: 2018-08-12 04:32 pm (UTC)I had no idea that the library had so many books of that nature. I'll speak to Ambassador Montilyet about acquiring a wider range. [ It's akin to hearing that the library is filled with books on how the Dalish are nothing more than tricksters, or turn into dragons if spurned. Rumors like that could be dangerous. The mages in the Inquisition suffered enough scrutiny for their gifts- Dorian especially, because of the reputation Tevinter had.. But Dorian wasn't Tevinter. He was a man apart from that, and he wished others would see that, too.
Luthien steps around the piles of books, settling next to the window in Dorian's alcove with his arms crossed comfortably in front of him. ]
Quite long, but it's getting better by the moment.
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Date: 2018-08-12 04:58 pm (UTC)[ And anything he may request in regards to the library in such a fashion may be seen as "pro-Tevinter" which would work against the already pagan's standing with his people. Dorian already effected his reputation enough. He wouldn't be responsible for more tarnish. He motioned toward the small table atop which he'd been taking notes. ]
I'm already working on a letter to that effect, in fact. [ He laughs lightly at Luthien's flirting. My if he didn't always enjoy their playfulness. It was something like an oasis, refreshment where elsewhere there was only devastation. ] Naturally, as you always find your way to my side. What will people say?
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Date: 2018-08-12 05:13 pm (UTC)He didn't used to flirt, but it's hard not to with Dorian. Especially since he started it first. Heck, he might even be getting better at it with all this practice. Creators know he was terrible at it, before. ]
People talk, they do little else. Honestly, they can say what they like so long as that is all that it remains.
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Date: 2018-08-15 11:40 pm (UTC)...and yet, it was a delight, having that concerned gaze turned upon him, to know that someone, anyone at all, stood with him, that for once, he didn't stand alone. Pariah-hood was delightful in thought, and in occasional practice, but loneliness? No. That...was something else entirely. ]
You should be more careful with that, you know. The opinion of the people is often what's been opening doors for us.