#c: Rein

[fadewalking]

@reining-disaster liked the Starter Call. // Accepting!

"Rook." Solas stood, as he always did, near the precipice of the chasm that separated them in the Fade of Rein's mind. His hands clasped behind his back, Solas' eyes passed over the other, scrutinizing him.

"You seemed troubled. Moreso than the usual. Speak what preoccupies you. I will help, if I am able."

[wavezies]

optimized horse riding

[iactuallykissedsharawheeler]

idk this was funny in my head lol

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

And you love her for it ☺️💖

Actually this is one thing I forgot to include in the appreciation post I made about Sylus yesterday – the fact that he encourages MC to embrace all sides of herself fully, including the ones society deems less appropriate, especially in women (such as being a menace 😌). She is free to be who she truly is with him, not having to hold any part of her authentic self back. That must be so freeing. Sylus is such a safe space 💞

[chenouttachen]

the real crime this episode was not ramilpaytai using the cuffs for 0.1 seconds, nor was it cops at the protest. it was watching charan lead and hold that horse directly from the bit.

[hanzajesthanza]

anyways wish regis was there when geralt screamed for the entire druidic forest to hear that he was his przyjaciel.

Sylwia of Warsaw: 'Przyjaźń is an intimate relationship even though platonic, so boasting of it to strangers is like boasting of sex.'

in context of how regis was like 'eheheh? 🥺 friend?? [shyly tucks hair behind ear]' when geralt even just called him druh in private, in the darkness... under the earth, amidst rock and stone where not another soul, where absolutely no one else could hear them.

- Możesz liczyć - odrzeka poważnie Geralt. - Nie zostawię cię w potrzebie. Druhu. Wampir uśmiechnął się, a ponieważ byli sami, pełnym garniturem kłów. - Druhu?

that geralt yelled aloud in the daylight not just that they are friends, but close friends, to the flaminika, actually to anyone within earshot...

- Jestem Geralt… Wiedźmin… Przyjaciel Emiela Regisa… - Powtórz, bo nie dosłyszałam. - Geraaaaalt! Przyjaciel wampiiiiira!

i mean, regis would intuit, he would know that geralt was only emphasizing their friendship (and kind of lying because they haven’t known each other long at all) to save their skins from the ent, but... at the same time. logic doesn't overwrite fact. and the fact was geralt screaming under torture that they are very close

[space-writes]

last line tag

tagged by @ahordeofwasps, thank you! i’m indulging with a small set of lines, because Sorrow dialogue is my favourite~

[ID - a green and black decorative divider]

“How in the world did you convince Parizimandi to pose for that fountain?” Mehen chuckled. “Pariza is less of a prude than you imagine.” “She’s immune to my charms.” “Which are many and varied, but unfortunately do not extend to seducing my wife.”

[ID - a green and black decorative divider]

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[traegics]

Closed Starter - @alphakenner

“Well I’ll be damned,” Beau muses, hopping off the bed of his truck sipping on a beer outside the compound when a familiar figured appeared in his line of view. “Finally decided to join the rest of us here in the land of the livin’? Where ya been, man?”

[karliahs]

going through my old bnha drafts and there's like 5k of bullying-related hurt/comfort that's maybe 80% finished? and I'm annoyed bc I want. To read the end. Who would be so cruel as to abandon this without a conclusion. 25 year old me you have a lot to answer for

[unproduciblesmackdown]

wait a minute there it is lol, placing it auditorially as much as anything after going "whaaat is my point of reference re: the last jeremy morse performance i can think of" like ah it was a krampus (of some xmas shows. think it was split b/w who did the earlier show who did the later one each night iirc?) & cyril von miserthorpe reunion of course, god fucking bless us every one....sure was already going "ah danielle gimbal & will roland sharing a mic, call that an uncle peenie aunt lorette reunion :)"

[ulircursed]

nightbird's song

andrei / leanne c support

The vial shatters in his hands, crimson dripping from his fingers like blood, trailing all down his arm. It burns, fire erupting from the liquid and engulfing his arm, until he reaches forward—

—plunging it into Lady Sister's heart, and the smile on her face freezes, but does not disappear. Her warm brown eyes seek him out—

('Lady Sister, I'm sorry—')

'It's alright. I never believed you were a good person anyway.'

Andrei awakens with a gasp, muted from his long months of habit, and stares at the ceiling above him, trying to calm himself by listening to the sounds of the other students' breaths around him. Lady Sister Brigid's voice remains in his mind, like a vice around his throat, his breath coming quicker, shallower until darkness threatens at the corners of his vision.

Before it could fully overtake him, Andrei sits upright in a fluid motion, drawing a cloak around him as he makes his way out of the room.

Making the long trek up the tunnels to the surface, one step in front of the other, his pace steady against the stone to keep his thoughts at bay as much as possible. Finally the long journey ends, and he emerges into the midnight air, where he takes a slow breath. Now that he is here, at the surface, he does not know where to go, this late in the night.

(He doesn't know what to do, either.)

Then, a haunting, almost mournful song pierces the silence, and Andrei stops mid-motion, head turning to what he feels is the source of the voice. The song is beautiful, certainly, but there is a sadness to it that draws him. Without thinking, his feet take him forward.

It takes a surprisingly long time to reach the tree where the song is coming from; the voice had carried much further than he'd thought capable. The song stops when he approaches the tree, and as Andrei looks up, he sees a young woman with snow-white wings, looking down in his general direction. She mutters at him (or at herself, he cannot tell) unintelligibly for a moment, before beginning to speak in a way he could understand.

"Hello, you are...?"

"...Andrei."

"Mm. I am Leanne."

"Leanne," Andrei echoes. Her wings make her look somewhat like an angel, even framed against the shadows of the trees above, though he thinks she might, more realistically, be one of the bird people like Naesala is. "What are you doing, singing in the night like this?"

Leanne tilts her head down at him as though he'd asked a silly question, but her expression quickly turns somber. She closes her eyes briefly, as though hearing a song of her own.

"You are... afraid."

What?

"What are you talking about?" Andrei demands, taking a step back, feeling accused of a crime.

"There is, hmm, fear, in your heart."

"There isn't," he growls out. What had he to fear from some bird girl? This is hardly where he'd envisioned the conversation going, and in an instant, he turns to leave, but Leanne calls out to him again.

"Oh, wait, wait...!" When Andrei grudgingly looks back up, he finds a sheepish expression replacing her earlier, serious countenance. "You... help me?"

He does not wish to do as she says, not after that, but she suddenly looks so helpless that he relents after a moment. "...What?"

"It is... very dark. I cannot see. You bring me to the... hmm, dormitories, please?"

The destination is pronounced with clear, slow enunciation, as though learned recently and diligently practiced. Andrei looks at the sky. The quarter moon glows softly in the darkness, illuminating the path below. "Have your eyes not adjusted to the dark?"

"No... You will help me?"

"...Fine, then."

"Thank you!"

And that is all the warning Andrei got before Leanne leaps from the thick branch she had been sitting on, directly towards him, wings slack with little indication that she means to break her own fall.

"!!" By instinct alone, the archer reaches to catch her, finding her surprisingly light as she tumbles into his arms, almost more like a child than the grown woman she looks the part of.

What is happening??

"Why did you do that?" Andrei demands of her, setting her down on her feet none too gently — oh, now she fluffs out her wings, fluttering gracefully a few inches back and looking much too pleased with herself. He'd seen Naesala's wings in the aftermath of the mission. Did they not break easily? How could she be so reckless in the face of an utter stranger?

"I was not afraid. I know, you will catch me."

It is the clearest sentence she'd spoken so far, words steady with a conviction that seems to pierce his very soul. Andrei stills, fighting an sudden, unexplainable rush of emotion at her statement... and Leanne takes this chance to slip her hand into his, looking at him with an undeserved trust.

"Dormitories, please," she chirps cheerfully, and Andrei gives a sigh, turning and allowing her to hold onto his hand as he leads her forward, back down the path towards the monastery.

"What is your house?" Andrei asks after a short silence. It doesn't appear as though the dormitories are separated by house, exactly, but having the distinction might make finding her room easier.

"Ah... Golden Deers!"

"...It's 'Deer'."

"Hmm?"

"The plural for 'deer' is still 'deer'. You do not add an s to it."

"But why?"

...It's just like explaining things to Patricia. Andrei takes a deep breath. "There is no reason. It is how the word works."

Leanne makes a thoroughly discontented noise in response, but remains quiet for the rest of the journey, merely the sound of her rustling feathers and the warmth of her hand in his denoting her presence.

"Here are the dormitories," Andrei announces as they reach the row of rooms, lit in faint torchglow for the nighttime stragglers.

Leanne's head swivels around as she gets her bearings, squinting in the darkness — is her vision truly so poor? — before her expression brightens as she points out one of the doors. "There!"

She looks back at him expectantly then, and, feeling obligated, Andrei leads her right to the doorstep, until she can reach her hand out, feeling around until she touches the knob. She turns around with a sunny smile. "Thank you, Sir Andrei!"

"...You are welcome," Andrei replies, stiff and automatic. Leanne's expression softens suddenly, and she leans in a little.

"You are... a good person. Do not be afraid."

Andrei's eyes widen. "I'm not—" The words burst out of him before he is even sure what he's negating, exactly, but Leanne only gives him one last smile, slipping through her door and closing it behind her.

He stands there for a long moment, silent and pondering, before turning away, towards the gradually lightening sky, feeling oddly as though a weight had been lifted off his chest.

Are all the bird people so... weird?

[tenth-sentence]

"If I'm not to hold on by the reins or by your mane, what am I to hold on by?"

"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Horse and His Boy" - C. S. Lewis

[duranduratulsa]

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[prunelier]

bon

[subrab]

Frederick C. Rein was commissioned to create a custom acoustic throne for King John VI of Portugal. His subjects would shout into the holes in the armrests.

(via The Surprising History of Hearing Aids in Photos)

[traegics]

“Oh fuck off, asshole,” Beau is quick to counter, low chuckle following his words. “It’s aight, I s’ppose.” He gives a slight nod in agreement as his gaze falls on his friend. “No, I don’t think there is a single damn thing that could make any of this make sense,” he admits. “It’s weird to think that my Gracie could be here as a grown adult when she’s only 2 in our time.”

"I think it's the sweat that was throwin' me off, it's pretty overpowerin'," Jackson grinned. "But you're right about Bayou air. I will say the smell of the falls is actually pretty tolerable too, though, at least the little bit I've picked up so far." He exhaled and nodded, giving his head a shake. "I keep thinkin' something's going to happen to make this all make sense, but then it hits me that nothing could make this make any kinda sense."