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"Prokofiev" ( an A Chord drabble )
He covers his face, digging the tapered tips of his fingers into his eyes. Beneath the cup of his hand, he says, “I had the weirdest dream.”
“Don’t try and explain it,” I mumble. “It never comes out right. Never as interesting to someone else as it is to you.”
“You’re probably right,” Anders says. But he flips onto his side, looking at me and wiggling his fingers over the sheets to illustrate what I’ve already advised to keep to himself. “So weird, though. I was an inspector at a crime scene…but not really. And I ate a kebab that was supposed to be evidence. No one was bothered.”
If I ever had the capacity for imagination, it doesn’t surprise me to find it lacking now. A kebab, really?
“Was I in it?” I ask, and feel the dumb chalk of it dusting up in my throat. Bloody stupid question, the worst of its kind given the usual response.
Anders stares at me with the crevasse of two pillows to separate us, and where his brows are pinched lay all the silent I’m sorrys for how this hurts me. It’s dreaming, though, and he’s not responsible for that. I’m a twat to hate him for it.
It’s no different than any of the months before this one, or even, as I think about it, the years prior to his leaving. And I don’t want to obsess, but the weather in the bed turns dark and The Seven Years falls out like late season snow. It ruins…I ruin …everything.
I want to ask him if he’d dreamt of me, even once, in all that time.
Instead, I lay quietly blinking at the grey light cast over the ceiling and wait for him to get out of bed. Pounce fills the spot immediately, curling into what’s left of Anders’ warmth half on the pillow and half on the duvet.
“What about you?” he says from the other room. “Any interesting dreams?”
“No.” I reply, but I’m a storm of yes. You are the most interesting thing about me, even while I’m asleep.
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So here’s the thing about mages:
In order to be safe from demons, a mage has to be an independent thinker. There is no way around this. They have to be able to spot manipulative bullshit from otherworldly beings, they have to believe in themselves and their ability to navigate the Fade safely, they have to be able to stand straight and tall and say ‘no’ as loudly and as frequently as necessary. They need to have a sense of morality and of integrity that’s inherent to them, not handed down from on high. They’re not just the scholars of Thedas because they have nothing else to do - they’re the scholars because moral philosophy and independent thought are crucial to their survival.
All of this makes them incredibly dangerous to conformist religions like the Chantry and the Qun. A person who is taught to think for themselves, who is used to doing so in the Fade as a matter of life or death, is not going to sit quietly in the real world and let other people tell her what to think about the correct way to treat elves, or bas, or what to fight for or how to comport herself. She will continue to think for herself. She might come to the conclusion that Andraste was a mage, she might decide that destroying the minds of those who refuse to convert to the Qun is an unacceptable price to pay. She might convince other people of these things. She might start a revolution.
This, I think, is a large part of the reason why Arlathan was so very advanced. We’re told in the lore that the pace of elvhen society was unbearably slow: a greeting could take decades. Yet they still knew things that nobody in modern Thedas does. If it’s true that all elves were mages, then doesn’t this make more sense? All of those independent thinkers. Dalish society in general still seems more individualistic than what we’ve seen of human or Qunari society, and Tevinter seems to be the kind of cutthroat, extreme capitalist every-man-for-himself society that can easily grow from fierce individualism untempered by institutional compassion.
So what do you do when you’re a conformist religion stuck with a rogue element of independent thinkers, who you can’t stop from thinking independently (because they’d destroy the world) but also can’t allow to spread sedition?
You lock them up somewhere nobody can hear their dangerous ideas but themselves. And if you’re really conformist, you sew their mouths shut.
Of course, they could be talking about the Warden. Or Hawke. Or Aveline…
E3 is really bad for my health guys, now I’ve got so many things to be excited over that I’m gonna get a heart attack.
i have a plan
i realized today that if cullen is a LI in inquisition and they do all bi LIs again (as they really should), we’re gonna be in for another anders-type shitstorm all over again
'but cullen only has a crush on a female mage warden! how can bisexual?!?!!!!’
maybe he just wasn’t feelin your ugly ass male warden, dang
just some nerds
Idk I just wanted to draw some sisterly hugs.
Son of Hallard and Ilsa,
Brother of Bartrand,
Chronicler of the Champion of Kirkwall,
Companion of the Inquisitor.