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faithlikeaseed) wrote2019-08-01 12:00 am
faithlikeaseed) wrote2019-08-01 12:00 am
That's a good start, [Myr says encouragingly.] Knowing what's safe to use and what's not is more'n half of what you need to know, when it comes to using plants for healing. Or making a fine garden for an alchemist to harvest from.
[Oh, but there's the blood magic part. Myr puffs out a breath involuntarily, resists the urge to say oh, don't, and considers his response.]
It is creepy, isn't it. It's not something proper for mages to do, back home, though I understand it's routine here. [Huff.] ...I doubt I'll ever get comfortable with it, to be truthful with you.
[Oh, but there's the blood magic part. Myr puffs out a breath involuntarily, resists the urge to say oh, don't, and considers his response.]
It is creepy, isn't it. It's not something proper for mages to do, back home, though I understand it's routine here. [Huff.] ...I doubt I'll ever get comfortable with it, to be truthful with you.
[It's exactly what to say to get more information out of him, just as he was trying to avoid becoming a total snitch. That hesitation goes out the window as soon as he has a record to set straight. He did what he did for a very specific purpose, one that he knows Myr knows.
He calls him directly.]
I haven't come face to lap with any old enemies recently, so regardless of these tantrums he's throwing, I got what I wanted.
He calls him directly.]
I haven't come face to lap with any old enemies recently, so regardless of these tantrums he's throwing, I got what I wanted.
[There's a choked noise from Myr's end of the watches.
Then the call drops because he has to stuff the side of a hand in his mouth to muffle the awful, humorless laughter that threatens to spill out of him.
L had taken what he'd said to heart.
For all the good it had done any of them.
He wonders if he should say as much. It seems as cruel as the laughter would have been.
But then so was what Niles had done--cruel and pointless both.]
I'm gratified to hear that, [he says when he picks up the call again.] Since I'd forbidden him using that against you even to save his own life.
[Or to lose it.]
What do you want, Niles?
Then the call drops because he has to stuff the side of a hand in his mouth to muffle the awful, humorless laughter that threatens to spill out of him.
L had taken what he'd said to heart.
For all the good it had done any of them.
He wonders if he should say as much. It seems as cruel as the laughter would have been.
But then so was what Niles had done--cruel and pointless both.]
I'm gratified to hear that, [he says when he picks up the call again.] Since I'd forbidden him using that against you even to save his own life.
[Or to lose it.]
What do you want, Niles?
[He'd wanted to hear Myr's reaction, and when the call disconnects he frowns down at his watch, only for it to flash in his face a moment later. When Myr responds he's back to being composed. He'd needed to hide his reaction....That bastard. He'd laughed. Niles doesn't answer immediately, taking a moment to register that more than anything he's disappointed he didn't get to hear what something oh so callous sounded like from Myr's oh so holy throat.]
As a man up to my eyes in his illusions I can tell you his detail, finesse, and immersion just aren't what they used to be, banned subject material or not.
[He sighs, long and rueful.]
What I want doesn't matter, because what I expected was that you had seen L and assumed or was told I was back on the offensive.
[He sighs again but this time, short and annoyed.]
I wanted to tell you my side of the story, and I've done that. He fell, I caught him, he bled, that's it. Go congratulate him on his restraint why don't you.
[This time he hangs up.]
As a man up to my eyes in his illusions I can tell you his detail, finesse, and immersion just aren't what they used to be, banned subject material or not.
[He sighs, long and rueful.]
What I want doesn't matter, because what I expected was that you had seen L and assumed or was told I was back on the offensive.
[He sighs again but this time, short and annoyed.]
I wanted to tell you my side of the story, and I've done that. He fell, I caught him, he bled, that's it. Go congratulate him on his restraint why don't you.
[This time he hangs up.]
[Stung and furious as Myr might be, he can still recognize when something's not worth pursuing.
It's a recognition helped along by an unsubtle ripple of nausea through his Bond to L, unease indication that he bled leaves as much unsaid as the rest of Niles' declaration. The Faun's expression twists more dire at that; his death-grip on his watch eases even as he's pressing the back of a wrist to his lips and breathing deep against the urge to vomit.]
Sure, you just wanted to air your side of things, [he mutters to himself, after that's passed. (Wanting the record straight usually implied wanting the folk reading it to get the right impression and act appropriately, didn't it?)]
Like you couldn't have to the Coven to keep this whole fucking thing from kicking off.
[Well, and well. Following that track wouldn't get them anywhere.
It's time to go home and find out what L's done to himself.]
It's a recognition helped along by an unsubtle ripple of nausea through his Bond to L, unease indication that he bled leaves as much unsaid as the rest of Niles' declaration. The Faun's expression twists more dire at that; his death-grip on his watch eases even as he's pressing the back of a wrist to his lips and breathing deep against the urge to vomit.]
Sure, you just wanted to air your side of things, [he mutters to himself, after that's passed. (Wanting the record straight usually implied wanting the folk reading it to get the right impression and act appropriately, didn't it?)]
Like you couldn't have to the Coven to keep this whole fucking thing from kicking off.
[Well, and well. Following that track wouldn't get them anywhere.
It's time to go home and find out what L's done to himself.]
[ well. this evening's the evening.
it's finally the designated hour at their workplace, and viren feels a fluttering of nervousness. naturally, as he forewarned, he's dressed well - his best to honor the occasion. also as promised, he holds a small, carefully wrapped gift. when he spies the back of myr's blond head (not the first time during their workday, but it feels differently now), he approaches and then stops, hands clasping to hold the gift at the small of his back like he's at attention. ... not out of any attempt to hide it, of course, because of evident reasons.
there's a smile in his voice, ]
Myr?
it's finally the designated hour at their workplace, and viren feels a fluttering of nervousness. naturally, as he forewarned, he's dressed well - his best to honor the occasion. also as promised, he holds a small, carefully wrapped gift. when he spies the back of myr's blond head (not the first time during their workday, but it feels differently now), he approaches and then stops, hands clasping to hold the gift at the small of his back like he's at attention. ... not out of any attempt to hide it, of course, because of evident reasons.
there's a smile in his voice, ]
Myr?
[This evening's the evening, and Myr's been waiting all day for it to arrive.
He has--of course--the promised bells on; they jingle brightly in his antlers as he turns toward the sound of Viren's voice, ears lifted. His own best robes, in crimson and gold and subtle foliage patterns, have got nothing on the brilliance of the smile he's wearing.
It's time. It's finally time.]
Viren. Shall we away to the Coven?
He has--of course--the promised bells on; they jingle brightly in his antlers as he turns toward the sound of Viren's voice, ears lifted. His own best robes, in crimson and gold and subtle foliage patterns, have got nothing on the brilliance of the smile he's wearing.
It's time. It's finally time.]
Viren. Shall we away to the Coven?
[ ah. myr. viren's struck to a moment of quiet by the loveliness of myr's appearance; selifishly thinks to himself for a moment, and relishes the thought: he did his for me. but of course -- it really is overtaken by the sheer brightness of his smile he receives. it's enough, for just a moment, to melt his heart with its warmth. ]
... You look very nice.
[ he remarks without further contemplation, with perhaps the sheer lack of the grandiosity to the compliment enough to speak to the sincerity behind it (anything lesser would objectively be a lie, anyway). ]
We can. [ his clothes rustle as he brings the gift forth between them again. ] Our carriage should be arrive soon. Opening our gifts on the way there would save some time.
[ it must only be the lushest of transportation to arrive, of course. ]
... You look very nice.
[ he remarks without further contemplation, with perhaps the sheer lack of the grandiosity to the compliment enough to speak to the sincerity behind it (anything lesser would objectively be a lie, anyway). ]
We can. [ his clothes rustle as he brings the gift forth between them again. ] Our carriage should be arrive soon. Opening our gifts on the way there would save some time.
[ it must only be the lushest of transportation to arrive, of course. ]
[Myr--somehow--smiles the wider to hear the compliment, ducking his head with a faint ringing of bells.]
And you, I'm sure, are positively dashing. I'd love to meet you like this in a dream, [where he could see it.
Which might not be...out of the realm of possibility, after tonight. Bonded did share dreams now and again.The trick's in whether they'd fall asleep near each other still in their Bonding finery, isn't it.]
A carriage? [Oh! ...He definitely should have expected as much, and yet.] Yes--that would--let me go get mine for you. You might even wear it for the ceremony. It's just in my bag--
[He will vanish momentarily into the back room to do just that, returning with a little wrapped package and...that's definitely a rose, with it.]
And you, I'm sure, are positively dashing. I'd love to meet you like this in a dream, [where he could see it.
Which might not be...out of the realm of possibility, after tonight. Bonded did share dreams now and again.
A carriage? [Oh! ...He definitely should have expected as much, and yet.] Yes--that would--let me go get mine for you. You might even wear it for the ceremony. It's just in my bag--
[He will vanish momentarily into the back room to do just that, returning with a little wrapped package and...that's definitely a rose, with it.]
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Well. It's not a possibility we will be able to entirely foreclose.
[ he both takes the compliment to heart (even if it is a guess) and must preen somewhat. he watches as myr darts off, eyebrows raising — something he could wear. what could it be...? a tie? some chimes for him to also drape over his horns? a silly hat? ]
[ regardless of the possibilities -- when the faun returns, his gaze lingers on the rose. he opens his mouth, closes it. thankfully, before blurting out anything embarrassing, he recalls the significance of -- cultural differences, and their last conversation involving this issue. ]
A. [ he hopes it sounds like a casual inquiry. ] Rose, Myr...?
[ he both takes the compliment to heart (even if it is a guess) and must preen somewhat. he watches as myr darts off, eyebrows raising — something he could wear. what could it be...? a tie? some chimes for him to also drape over his horns? a silly hat? ]
[ regardless of the possibilities -- when the faun returns, his gaze lingers on the rose. he opens his mouth, closes it. thankfully, before blurting out anything embarrassing, he recalls the significance of -- cultural differences, and their last conversation involving this issue. ]
A. [ he hopes it sounds like a casual inquiry. ] Rose, Myr...?
[Not just any rose but a very lovely one, point of fact--a just-furled bud in a shade of startling violet... Though the stem's broken awfully close to the bud, rendering it more appropriate for corsage or buttonhole than another arrangement.
Myr colors a little to have it noticed but his grin doesn't waver.]
A rose, [he replies, a hint of amusement in his voice. At himself, mostly.] A little forward of me, I admit, but the purple ones are meant to symbolize majesty or splendor,
[also, love at first sight, but that's not quite applicable,]
and I did have this spare.
[So. He offers the package, rose and all, up to the Dragon.]
Myr colors a little to have it noticed but his grin doesn't waver.]
A rose, [he replies, a hint of amusement in his voice. At himself, mostly.] A little forward of me, I admit, but the purple ones are meant to symbolize majesty or splendor,
[also, love at first sight, but that's not quite applicable,]
and I did have this spare.
[So. He offers the package, rose and all, up to the Dragon.]
[ !! someone's grateful for the generous explanation. ]
Is that how you think of me...?
[
he is blatantly fishing for affirmation, here. ]
[ viren utilizes his big brain to deduce the flower might go at the front of his clothing. with some juggling of the proffered gift, he slides both little packages (he will give his own to myr, soon) neatly beneath the crook of an arm. it makes two for being forward (justifying this with the idea that they'll become accustomed to shared gestures with one another): he takes myr's hand to guide it, along with the rose, to tuck it within a pocket against his chest. he may not be wearing any violet, but it does make for a lovely splash of color. ]
There.
Is that how you think of me...?
[
he is blatantly fishing for affirmation, here. ] [ viren utilizes his big brain to deduce the flower might go at the front of his clothing. with some juggling of the proffered gift, he slides both little packages (he will give his own to myr, soon) neatly beneath the crook of an arm. it makes two for being forward (justifying this with the idea that they'll become accustomed to shared gestures with one another): he takes myr's hand to guide it, along with the rose, to tuck it within a pocket against his chest. he may not be wearing any violet, but it does make for a lovely splash of color. ]
There.
[Please, Viren.
Fishing implies the possibility of not getting a bite.]
Let's say I regret I couldn't see you come to our rescue. I'm sure it was magnificent.
[Weird...way to put it, Myr, but okay!! He resists not at all when Viren takes his hand to place the rose and even is so bold as to leave that hand there longer than is strictly necessary.
Even if there's a suspicious flush of color in his face and ears. He is a Faun, after all, and Viren happens to be very many of the things he finds attractive in a man.
He takes the hand back after that moment and beams up in Viren's general direction.]
You honor me, messere.
[Then his ears go up at the sound of hoofbeats outside. That's a carriage, probably.] Our ride's hear, it sounds.
Fishing implies the possibility of not getting a bite.]
Let's say I regret I couldn't see you come to our rescue. I'm sure it was magnificent.
[Weird...way to put it, Myr, but okay!! He resists not at all when Viren takes his hand to place the rose and even is so bold as to leave that hand there longer than is strictly necessary.
Even if there's a suspicious flush of color in his face and ears. He is a Faun, after all, and Viren happens to be very many of the things he finds attractive in a man.
He takes the hand back after that moment and beams up in Viren's general direction.]
You honor me, messere.
[Then his ears go up at the sound of hoofbeats outside. That's a carriage, probably.] Our ride's hear, it sounds.
[ viren responds with a softer smile at that, though almost left longing when myr pulls his hand away. the smile lingers, even when his bonded-to-be explains his regret — for all he does welcome the praise, he's well-aware most wouldn't find his dragon form magnificent. astounding as a general specimen, perhaps, but much more commonly discomfiting. he knows to have that effect without a proper glamour. ]
[ rumination on this aside, his mouth does twitch into something more wry at the reminder of 'messere', and his gaze likewise flicks to the door as he hears the carriage, horses and all, pull towards the shop. even before this evening, it's all very much an arrangement he's familiar with (and everett has good ideas, sometimes, he will admit). ]
Well! It does seem you'd heard correctly.
[ the door's bells chime as he holds it ajar for myr to follow. the carriage, unable as myr might be able to visibly appreciate it, is something he paid to ensured it splendor. onlookers might mistake them for nobility (and viren would have it few other ways). ]
[ the coachman, likewise, opens the door; once they're both safely tucked away inside, the horses begin their trek, and the carriage sets off with a pleasant rumble. viren nudges his own gift at myr's lap -- finally. ]
For you.
[ rumination on this aside, his mouth does twitch into something more wry at the reminder of 'messere', and his gaze likewise flicks to the door as he hears the carriage, horses and all, pull towards the shop. even before this evening, it's all very much an arrangement he's familiar with (and everett has good ideas, sometimes, he will admit). ]
Well! It does seem you'd heard correctly.
[ the door's bells chime as he holds it ajar for myr to follow. the carriage, unable as myr might be able to visibly appreciate it, is something he paid to ensured it splendor. onlookers might mistake them for nobility (and viren would have it few other ways). ]
[ the coachman, likewise, opens the door; once they're both safely tucked away inside, the horses begin their trek, and the carriage sets off with a pleasant rumble. viren nudges his own gift at myr's lap -- finally. ]
For you.
[Fond of--no, steeped in story and narrative as Myr is, his idea of magnificent was as much about the timeliness and spectacle of Viren's arrival--and the pathos of a friend he didn't always get along with sweeping in to the rescue. It borrowed from the poignancy of their relationship, being as they were creatures of different worlds.
Very different worlds, as Myr's cause to be reminded on settling into the carriage. Even without seeing the thing its quality (excess) is obvious, in the feel of the seat beneath him and the smoothness of the ride and how well the walls mute the sounds of the street beyond. The appearance of nobility wasn't an option for a city elf or a Circle mage from the smallest of the Marcher city-states, and for a long moment Myr simply sits and wonders at the change in his fortunes.
At least until he feels a gift pushed into his lap, handily distracting him from his maundering. He picks it up with a smile and runs his hands over it with a certain cheery eagerness. Of course he could tear into it right away, but that's not as fun as first trying to guess its contents from the shape!]
Thank you for this, [he says, as he finally leaves off feeling it and begins unwrapping with his usual meticulousness. ...And since mere words aren't enough to express his gratitude, he'll also shift himself just so in Viren's direction, to make sure they're touching at some point of contact as he finishes opening his gift.] Not just the gift but all of it you've arranged.
[It is not what he'd have picked but the care behind it is warming and welcome.]
Very different worlds, as Myr's cause to be reminded on settling into the carriage. Even without seeing the thing its quality (excess) is obvious, in the feel of the seat beneath him and the smoothness of the ride and how well the walls mute the sounds of the street beyond. The appearance of nobility wasn't an option for a city elf or a Circle mage from the smallest of the Marcher city-states, and for a long moment Myr simply sits and wonders at the change in his fortunes.
At least until he feels a gift pushed into his lap, handily distracting him from his maundering. He picks it up with a smile and runs his hands over it with a certain cheery eagerness. Of course he could tear into it right away, but that's not as fun as first trying to guess its contents from the shape!]
Thank you for this, [he says, as he finally leaves off feeling it and begins unwrapping with his usual meticulousness. ...And since mere words aren't enough to express his gratitude, he'll also shift himself just so in Viren's direction, to make sure they're touching at some point of contact as he finishes opening his gift.] Not just the gift but all of it you've arranged.
[It is not what he'd have picked but the care behind it is warming and welcome.]
After Faun's Night Out, by. A day or two; I'm impatient. Audio!
fuelingfire
2020-11-01 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
I wonder if this device leaves messages..? If you've the time and interest, I would know more about the being you call God.
[ they may have yet to bond, but at myr's thanking - viren does feel warmth to know that the faun might be pleased enough with all of this splendor to at least make mention of it. and, likewise: the drawing nearer is noticed, as viren's prone to note as a fire dragon with any warmblooded creature, but particularly with myr as of late. he lets an elbow bump, a knee touch and rest against his. ]
[ alas, the exploration of the gift may not be too telling without the petite box first being opened; however, like most would be able to tell, it is of the type to likely contain jewelry. when myr opens the gift, he'll find within his possession a delicate necklace, with its jeweled chain looping about a minute sunflower blossom. because he thinks magic to be the best part of it, ]
It's meant to glow, and grow warm, when a Bonded is near.
[ it's a new piece - viren didn't test it himself, but like gifts beforehand, had been enticed to it by a promising merchant. a soft glow, a pleasant warmth. this one could very well light up like a fucking headlight, burn a hole through clothing. it better not. ]
... It's also [ err ], not terribly practical, actually.
[ just. getting that out there, what with the nature of bonds and all. but while it may not be, viren's sentimentality is showing. ]
[ alas, the exploration of the gift may not be too telling without the petite box first being opened; however, like most would be able to tell, it is of the type to likely contain jewelry. when myr opens the gift, he'll find within his possession a delicate necklace, with its jeweled chain looping about a minute sunflower blossom. because he thinks magic to be the best part of it, ]
It's meant to glow, and grow warm, when a Bonded is near.
[ it's a new piece - viren didn't test it himself, but like gifts beforehand, had been enticed to it by a promising merchant. a soft glow, a pleasant warmth. this one could very well light up like a fucking headlight, burn a hole through clothing. it better not. ]
... It's also [ err ], not terribly practical, actually.
[ just. getting that out there, what with the nature of bonds and all. but while it may not be, viren's sentimentality is showing. ]
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[It takes Myr a little while to answer this one--implying the watch does, indeed, take messages!]
I've both in ample supply, messere, if you don't mind the sounds of gardening as a backdrop. [There's a certain rueful amusement in the Faun's voice...and the sound of a pair of shears snipping away.] Made myself a very large mess to clean up.
Where would you like me to begin?
I've both in ample supply, messere, if you don't mind the sounds of gardening as a backdrop. [There's a certain rueful amusement in the Faun's voice...and the sound of a pair of shears snipping away.] Made myself a very large mess to clean up.
Where would you like me to begin?
"That's acceptable. I cannot say I am not seeing to other tasks myself." Gardening, at this time of year? He didn't know enough of practical plant care to know if that was normal. "That would not be the evening hedge-maze I'd heard rumor of?"
The sounds in the background are quiet, but distinct, the scrape of some metal utensil across ceramic.
He hadn't gone, but he'd heard about it.
"The beginning, I suppose. Every belief has its origins."
The sounds in the background are quiet, but distinct, the scrape of some metal utensil across ceramic.
He hadn't gone, but he'd heard about it.
"The beginning, I suppose. Every belief has its origins."
AGGRESSIVELY RESUMES EXISTING, also this part of the Chant makes me think of Tron: Legacy
faithlikeaseed
2020-12-02 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
"It would be," and at the words both rue and amusement grow more obvious. "All I've got to excuse myself is that it seemed like a very good idea at the time.
"You wouldn't have any use for a basket of fresh marrows, would you?" The better part of them are bound for the orphanage and the slums, but given the terrifying number of them he'd grown, he can afford to be generous...
"Sensible enough. The Maker is He who existed before there were words for heaven or earth, sea or sky; before the Fade, or spirits, or men. He spoke the first Word, 'and His Word,'" here Myr's voice takes on a metered quality, like he's reciting poetry, "'became all that might be: Dream and idea, hope and fear, endless possibilities.'"
"You wouldn't have any use for a basket of fresh marrows, would you?" The better part of them are bound for the orphanage and the slums, but given the terrifying number of them he'd grown, he can afford to be generous...
"Sensible enough. The Maker is He who existed before there were words for heaven or earth, sea or sky; before the Fade, or spirits, or men. He spoke the first Word, 'and His Word,'" here Myr's voice takes on a metered quality, like he's reciting poetry, "'became all that might be: Dream and idea, hope and fear, endless possibilities.'"
"Mayhap it was, if there was joy to be found, however briefly. Such moments should be cultivated." Even among mortals, as sad as they were. Perhaps moreso given how few they'd be able to enjoy in their short lives. "...Marrow the vegetable or marrow the cracked bone?" Honestly he really doesn't know which to expect, foreign magic could have very unusual results and he wasn't about to dismiss anything as a possibility.
A plant that grew marrow bones sounded perfectly plausible.
And then Myr spins a creation tale like most. A god stands alone, grows bored, and shapes reality around It by word or gesture. The truth of them was ultimately irrelevant, there was much study to be found in another culture's myths.
Lahabrea doesn't actually say anything, but there's a low noise of encouragement that goes along with a gesture Myr wouldn't be able to see anyway - continue.
A plant that grew marrow bones sounded perfectly plausible.
And then Myr spins a creation tale like most. A god stands alone, grows bored, and shapes reality around It by word or gesture. The truth of them was ultimately irrelevant, there was much study to be found in another culture's myths.
Lahabrea doesn't actually say anything, but there's a low noise of encouragement that goes along with a gesture Myr wouldn't be able to see anyway - continue.
That idea gives Myr brief pause. It's not that he doesn't agree with it wholly, even if he is rueing his own discretions of the past night, but more the source of it. (Thus the "danger" of him associating with Lahabrea that his Bonded had pegged right off, he supposes: He can find common ground with anyone and everyone, and be glad to meet them on it.)
"The vegetable," comes the affirmation. "I've not found a plant for growing soup bones yet, more's the pity." ...Though if they WERE marrow bones that grew on a plant, wouldn't they also be vegetable rather than meat?
That's one to ponder later.
"Having created the Fade, the Maker then made His firstborn, the spirits--as mutable as the realm they dwelt in, with the will to shape it. Then He made for Himself a Golden City within the Fade and retired to it, to see what His children would make for themselves."
Other Thedosian creation stories had their own way of explaining the spirits, the Fade, and the City residing within it; they had to, of course, in the same way they had to have something to explain the waking world. Though, of course, where Myr's concerned, those are the just so stories and this is the real one. Or close to it, anyway.
"But the spirits proved quickly unable to make anything of their own: Their creations only mirrored what the Maker already had wrought, echoing the songs and sights of His Golden City. 'And the Voice of the Maker shook the Fade, saying: "In My image I have wrought My firstborn. You have been given dominion over all that exists. By your will all things are done. Yet you do nothing. The realm I have given you is formless, ever-changing."
"'And He knew He had wrought amiss.'"
"The vegetable," comes the affirmation. "I've not found a plant for growing soup bones yet, more's the pity." ...Though if they WERE marrow bones that grew on a plant, wouldn't they also be vegetable rather than meat?
That's one to ponder later.
"Having created the Fade, the Maker then made His firstborn, the spirits--as mutable as the realm they dwelt in, with the will to shape it. Then He made for Himself a Golden City within the Fade and retired to it, to see what His children would make for themselves."
Other Thedosian creation stories had their own way of explaining the spirits, the Fade, and the City residing within it; they had to, of course, in the same way they had to have something to explain the waking world. Though, of course, where Myr's concerned, those are the just so stories and this is the real one. Or close to it, anyway.
"But the spirits proved quickly unable to make anything of their own: Their creations only mirrored what the Maker already had wrought, echoing the songs and sights of His Golden City. 'And the Voice of the Maker shook the Fade, saying: "In My image I have wrought My firstborn. You have been given dominion over all that exists. By your will all things are done. Yet you do nothing. The realm I have given you is formless, ever-changing."
"'And He knew He had wrought amiss.'"
"I might find a use for them. Vegetable or soup bone." In this case the former. He can find a use for most things, even if sometimes it was just rendering it down into Bomb food.
So far, this creation story lacks a Paradise Lost, which was.. interesting. Just flawed creations from the start.
"..Forgive my interjection," comes the murmur after a moment, "But if they were unable to shape something new, that suggests a flaw in their creation, not a flaw in their abilities. The one who created them created the flaw, and then chastised them for it? A creator should take responsibility if the life they have shaped doesn't perform as expected."
Somehow he doesn't sound scornful of such an idea, just.. thoughtful, as if it's a familiar problem and remedying it well practiced.
So far, this creation story lacks a Paradise Lost, which was.. interesting. Just flawed creations from the start.
"..Forgive my interjection," comes the murmur after a moment, "But if they were unable to shape something new, that suggests a flaw in their creation, not a flaw in their abilities. The one who created them created the flaw, and then chastised them for it? A creator should take responsibility if the life they have shaped doesn't perform as expected."
Somehow he doesn't sound scornful of such an idea, just.. thoughtful, as if it's a familiar problem and remedying it well practiced.
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100% a pride demon. ISOs as mankind. tron as a spirit of...justice, maybe??
faithlikeaseed
2020-12-13 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Another Andrastian, more orthodox and less prone to thinking about his faith, might be offended at that question.
Myr--Myr makes a little "ah!" of delight at it being asked, even as he takes a moment to audibly snip away at something before responding. "You've hit on an old point of contention, messere. The Maker did recognize His own failing in creating the spirits, but also seemed to hold them to account for it--an unworthy act for One who loves justice as much as He did.
"I personally hold to the reading that Threnodies was written to, mm, overstate His disappointment as with the spirits and not that He had not Made what He aimed to." More snipping, followed by a quiet hollow thunk of a squash being dropped on a pile of its fellows. "Especially after the Nevarran Accord, there were reasons to paint the Fade's first residents as being under His condemnation from the start, rather than just His dismay."
All said quite blithely and gamely, in a way that does not--yet--admit Myr's own deeper and tangled feelings on the matter. His brain's still too cloudy for going into the "uncomfortable doubts" end of the theology pool.
Myr--Myr makes a little "ah!" of delight at it being asked, even as he takes a moment to audibly snip away at something before responding. "You've hit on an old point of contention, messere. The Maker did recognize His own failing in creating the spirits, but also seemed to hold them to account for it--an unworthy act for One who loves justice as much as He did.
"I personally hold to the reading that Threnodies was written to, mm, overstate His disappointment as with the spirits and not that He had not Made what He aimed to." More snipping, followed by a quiet hollow thunk of a squash being dropped on a pile of its fellows. "Especially after the Nevarran Accord, there were reasons to paint the Fade's first residents as being under His condemnation from the start, rather than just His dismay."
All said quite blithely and gamely, in a way that does not--yet--admit Myr's own deeper and tangled feelings on the matter. His brain's still too cloudy for going into the "uncomfortable doubts" end of the theology pool.
"Mortal interpretation, to further their own beliefs as opposed to the truth at the heart of it?"
Now that one's familiar. But it still acknowledges their God is anything but perfect - an unusual touch. A potentially unique one, at that. "I presume these spirits are seen as sources of evil in the modern day, and thus anything that considers them a worthy firstborn creation would taint a modern interaction."
Maybe more creations came later, and the first became jealous and hostile. But if this Maker deliberately shaped mortals as mortals then His trend of imperfections continued..
Now that one's familiar. But it still acknowledges their God is anything but perfect - an unusual touch. A potentially unique one, at that. "I presume these spirits are seen as sources of evil in the modern day, and thus anything that considers them a worthy firstborn creation would taint a modern interaction."
Maybe more creations came later, and the first became jealous and hostile. But if this Maker deliberately shaped mortals as mortals then His trend of imperfections continued..
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