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[refractedglade]

The Ritual in Station Promenade by reddit user u/00aquila00

[queen--kenobi]

softer world 26 for elayna and aemond? 👀

50 "A Softer World" prompts I love you the way a knife loves a heart the way a bomb loves a crowd the way your mother warned you about, essentially. (the way a human loves another human)

General warnings for this: discussions of murder and killing/wiping out an entire goddamn major house. Also thank you so much Leo I had fun with this

"The romance novel has its place within the walls of a library." Elayna huffs. Aemond levels her with a look, but she doesn't back down. "I would even say some are of historical importance."

Elayna stretches out on the grass. The hour is late, she thinks the hour of ghosts. The moon illuminates everything. Elayna knows it is risky, to be seen with the Prince at such a late hour, but she finds she does not care. She's tired of meeting within the library when it is late. Besides, they're within the Godswood. No one dare do anything indecent in there, except perhaps Aegon.

Aemond lets out a low 'hm'.

"Wars have been fought for love." Elayna gently reminds him.

"No, but they are not exactly romantic stories."

"I disagree."

Aemond shifts. He turns so his body is turned entirely towards her instead of only his head.

"What exactly is romantic about bloodshed?" Aemond raises an eyebrow. He's teasing her, she realizes.

" 'Tis not the bloodshed, 'tis the sentiment that preceded it." Elayna takes a moment to collect her words. Aemond watches her silently. "Many men claim they would do anything for the one they love, but when it comes time to act... Well." She looks at her hands in her lap. "Perhaps it is cowardice, perhaps the words were only platitudes to get their lover into bed with them. But they do not act as they said they would."

As soon as the words leave her mouth, Elayna blushes. She almost begins to pick at her cuticles. She knows how cynical it sounds. For someone to claim romance has its place within history, she does not seem to mean it. Of course. How could she not think that? The only romantic love she knows she's experienced has been in the form of Tymon.

"I..." She clears her throat. "Perhaps my cynicism comes from a place of experience."

Aemond doesn't say anything. He merely watches her face. His fingers flex, but he makes no gesture he wants her to stop.

"Back at Casterly Rock, I had a suitor. He told me many things, some of which I came to understand were lies. Lies crafted to get me to say yes to his advances. He told me what he thought I would want to hear." Elayna scoffs. "I suspect all were lies, but they were so sweet. Like honey. Were I a weaker woman, I would have succumbed to the promises, but I... He never took into account my wants might be very different from his."

Aemond lets out a low noise.

"What promises would you make to a lover?"

"To my husband? I su-"

"I said a lover." Elayna gives him a look. Aemond merely raises an eyebrow. "You talk as if husbands and lovers are separate entities. What would you do for a lover?'

"What would I not do? If his affections were true, I would do anything he asked. I would kill for him if that was what was required of me."

She waits. She waits for Aemond to recoil, to leave her sitting here. A lady should not admit to such things, especially to a Prince. She waits for him to see past her forced indifference to see...

To see she would kill for him. If he asked.

"What would you do for a lover?" Her voice is soft in the suddenly silent night. Aemond hums.

"I would burn all of her enemies." A fire creeps into his eyes as he speaks. "They and their house would be reduced to rubble and ash. All that would be required of her is she ask."

"Her enemies houses as well?" Elayna raises an eyebrow. "What if it were one of the Great Houses?"

He shrugs. " 'Tis no concern of mine their station."

"Would you burn down Highgarden?"

"Yes."

"Storm's End?"

"Yes."

"Casterly Rock?"

Elayna's heart leaps into her throat as she awaits his response.

"All she need do is ask."

Elayna nods. She tries to carefully breathe so he doesn't know she was holding it in.

"Would you do it even if she did not ask? If she were afraid to do so?"

Aemond settles himself against the tree.

"Perhaps."

Elayna wonders if his wording is intentional. Is couldn't be their inside joke, could it? That only applies to when they ask something directly of the other. This was not a direct request, so surely. Surely he couldn't mean it in that capacity.

"Would you kill even if your lover did not ask?"

"Yes." Elayna breathes.

Aemond doesn't say anything. They sit there for a moment in silence. The sounds of the feast have long since died down.

"Perhaps you have a point. About the romance of it."

"Perhaps?" She can't help teasing.

"Mhm. Perhaps."

[mudwerks]

Basement 5 was a reggae punk fusion band from London founded in 1978. Its vocalist was Winston Fergus then Don Letts and in 1979 Dennis Morris, a photographer working at Island Records. The drums were finally played by Richard Dudanski who had played in the bands 101ers, Bank of Dresden, Tymon Dogg & The Fools, The Raincoats and Public Image Ltd.. One of their early performances was a support for Public Image Ltd.'s London debut. Their songs reflected the political situation of the time in Great Britain in the era of Margaret Thatcher: youth unemployment, strikes, racism, and the poverty of the working class. The band split up in 1980.

Main members: Vocal Dennis Morris, Bass Leo 'E-Zee Kill' Williams, Guitar JR, Drums Richard Dudanski Former members: Drums Charley Charles, Drums T, Vocal Don Letts...

Stumbled onto their album at a record store years and years ago...

[booksandchainmail]

Pale 8.6

Rather than fold the clothes as she got sorted, Verona smoothed them out and rolled them into tubes, then stacked the tubes together, side by side.

hey same! I find it wastes less space and travels better than folded, especially in a bag rather than a suitcase

“I’ve got a sock of yours in the gap between mattress and the footboard of the bed, here,” Avery noted, throwing it at the side of Verona’s head.  “How?”

socks go where they will

“I think your judgment of how okay you are is a little suspect, Ronnie,” Lucy said.

yeah

Turns out that people who both know about the practice and who can teach are few and far between. We kind of offed one of the teachers who knew their shit and who could teach half decently, too.

I will never stop loving the comedy of the Kennet Trio going off to magic school and promptly killing off two headmasters

“They- the stupid people, they came over and they saw opossums the first time!  The guy opossums have two- two heads, forked!  So clearly, bahahaha, they think it has to go in the nose!”

I could have lived a long life not knowing that... time to go tell my friends

Avery jogged off with Snowdrop, as Verona turned to head into the library.  She pushed the door open, and came face to face with the entire library of books she hadn’t been able to read.

I think one of things Verona isn't correctly judging how okay she is about is leaving the school

She stroked the back of Verona’s head.  It felt like a big sister or mom thing, and that made Verona feel weird, because she’d never had much of either.

It's stuff like this that originally made me think Verona's parents divorce happened when she was little, but what we've seen in flashbacks puts it at within the past couple years. It seems like her mom was just checked out of parenting all along.

Lucy shrugged.  “Booker’s home.  I can look forward to that.”

I'm looking forward to that

“I know some of you have expressed some interest in visiting the Shedding Tree, the Corridor Market, the Doll Alley, and other landmarks. We will not be doing that. As appealing as the idea of visiting key locations is, I have taken on the responsibility of guiding you, and I am focused on safety and stability. Those landmarks are tourist traps of a sort, emphasizing the traps."

I love the concept of Faerie tourist traps. How much traffic do they even get? Or I guess it's not just humans, Fae from other courts can visit.

Your long and storied experience with siblings or friends is more material for them to work with, the nuances between you are subtler, and you will lose in that subtlety. No, I’ll pair you off with people you barely know.

oh, this is a good chance to build alliances. I'm sure this is a good precaution anyways, but I wonder if Estrella is going to pair the Kennet Trio with people she thinks could be allies, given that she helped them before.

“Lucy Ellingson, Tymon Leos,” Estrella called out.

yeah, that's someone they worked well with before. I don't think lucy had any issues with him the way she did with Corbin?

“Huh,” Zed frowned.  “I wonder if we can work in some gentle talk about tricky parent stuff.”

there was a mention earlier about this trip giving Estrella a chance to show that she could be a good teacher/mentor, but looks like it'll also give Zed that opportunity. He is inclined towards helping people.

“Avery?  Fernanda.” “Of fucking course,” Avery said.  “Don’t you say anything.”

hahahaha

but she was also one of the people I thought could be an issue, so this could be helpful

“Raquel?  With Verona Hayward.”

and Raquel is dissatisfied with her family, and is one of the people they had Alpy work on

Raquel was wearing a dress, her hair up in a swirly sort of bun that wasn’t super neat, but seemed un-neat in a way that was very designed, with locks of hair peeling off intentionally. Strands of hair ran down in front of her ears, which had pearl studs in them.

I wouldn't be surprised if the Mussers are a few decades out of date in how teenagers dress

“In my family, and families of those close to me, twelve or thirteen is the cut-off point.  You need to figure things out by then.  You own whatever happens after that.”

which explains why she's already dressed as a (somewhat old fashioned) adult woman

“Okay, so is there anything about all this that you get excited about?  Practices you love?  Stuff you’re into?”

So far these two seem like polar opposites. I don't know if Verona will want to get into her own family, but that seems like a point of connection: that the practice, which is an escape for her, is Raquel's stifling day-to-day

“I think she might have paired us off like she did so we’d temper each other.  Each of us being impatient with the other’s shopping.”

I can definitely see that with Avery and Fernanda

There was art to it and that simple fact made her ache for what her world lacked.  That nobody would pave the footpath of a bridge with colored stones in a way that made it beautiful.  That murals like that one they’d left behind didn’t exist except maybe as graffiti.

things Verona needs to experience/witness in the mundane world:

Adults with fulfilling jobs and lives

Aro communities

Relationships with no interest in kids

Places with lots of public art

“Soft implements.” “Which means?” “Indirect use.  Like your friend’s earring.  Or chalices, or talismans, or books.  Less swords and wands, which are good at doing.”

this is so much better than what I thought it meant, which was organics

“I think there’s some link between hair whorls and autism,” Verona mused.  “But I don’t think you’d want to jump to using autism as cover for being nonhuman.  That’s gross.”

things Verona needs to experience/witness in the mundane world:

5. tumblr

“Tell me about the knife.” “It’s a key, it’s a way in, you see. A violent means of entering the person stabbed. You’ll get one breath to do as much harm to them as possible, while walking around in the temple of their Self.”

any sharp object can be a key if you define the lock as "the squishy bits on my opponent"

She stepped a bit back, surveying the crowd and keeping an eye on America, as America held out something that was clearly goblin-made. The children from earlier sat and reclined on the rooftops on either side of this market, the girl with the bird mask and coin-eyes draped on the downslope from a roof’s peak, on the verge of tipping over and falling the full way down, the lightweight boy standing on a peak.

is America going to bribe some Fae to attack them?

She turned, and saw a child, about ten, of indeterminate gender and shaggy hair, inside a birdcage.  The person carrying the cage on a pole tugged, and the child hung on, resisting. “Help,” the voice was reed-thin, sonorous. “I didn’t think they sold children in these markets,” Verona observed, her heart in her throat.

this is fucked! not really much more to say, I don't know if there's any way to intervene. Can't help thinking of Shellie, or that woman from one of the extra materials books whose mother made cursed items

“A ruse,” Raquel said.  “It’s bait on a hook, I think.  To pull us in.  It’s good you care, but don’t fall for it.”

... yeah. Probably. But I don't think there's any way to know for sure.

[diaryofanangryasianguy]

10/20/20

13-Year-Old Filipino Defeats 2 of the World’s Fastest Rubik’s Cube Speed Solvers

Leo Borromeo, a 13-year-old from Cebu City, Philippines has beaten two world-renowned speedcubers at a recent unofficial online competition. Borromeo faced off with two of the world’s best speedcubers: Tymon Kolasiński from Poland, who is regarded as number one in Europe, and Feliks Zemdegs, who is currently the world’s greatest speedcuber, according to SunStar Cebu.

Borromeo was only 7 years old when he became interested in Rubik’s Cubes after watching a video of Zemdegs in 2014. He then taught himself how to solve the cube and started competing in the tournaments organized by the World Cube Association (WCA) in 2015. Borromeo set a record for the fastest in the competition when he solved a cube in 5.96 seconds in 2017.