Posted on February 3, Leave a comment This is quite pertinent to me! For a long time, I have yearned for some time out to think, write, research and dream.
Dorian's impending departure from Skyhold looms, much to the dismay of Lavellan. I, you've been warned.
See the end of the work for notes. It began with a single item. A book, leather bound, specially acquired upon request.
It had taken no small amount of grovelling persuade Josephine to spend some of her vast influence and the Inquisition's far smaller fortune on shipping a small cache of books from Minrathous to the breezy keep of Skyhold up in the mountains.
Dorian rarely grovelled, and was more than a little agitated that he seemed to have misplaced one of the more prized tomes from the collection. It was small, the title on its cover picked out in gold against black calfskin.
Jewels set at the center of each round letter. Replacing the cushions on the armchair in his library honestly, try telling the staff that, though for what must have been the seventh time in case it had materialized underneath them somehow he sat with a sigh.
It had been a long couple of weeks. The Inquisition had finally defeated Corypheus, the rift had been sealed, and teams were being dispatched by the illustrious council of advisors to mop things up.
You would have thought Lavellan would have been more enthusiastic, but Dorian could see a sadness behind his eyes. A sadness he couldn't bear to look at right now. A sadness he knew he was the cause of. He had been attempting to gather his meagre belongings together for his impending return to Tevinter, and the tome was proving remarkably elusive.
Not only that, but he was certain he was down a few vials of scented oils and, of all things, one of his rings had also seemed to grow legs and wander off. He must keep better track of his things, he vowed.
It had been hectic, recently, but that was no excuse. The ring was a particular sore spot, as it had been a gift from a. They had parted on good terms, but he liked to wear it to remind himself that there were things, people, worth defending in Tevinter.
People and places and sights and culture, worth all the glares and whispers he had suffered upon first arriving at Haven. Worth pitching in with a lunatic band of characters clustered around an elf with a glowing hand, to fight an Archdemon and save the world.
A motley crew indeed. Drawn out of his daydreaming by a light touch on his shoulder, Dorian realized he'd been sitting with his head in his hands, elbows on his knees, and straightened up. Leader of the Inquisition.
The man he'd been steadily losing his heart to over the past few months.So he's out of luck with me at the moment. I've been so so busy - hence no time to post here.
Just to let you know I am still off the cigarettes - even if I am on the patches and ecigs. During supper, when the devil had already put it into the heart of Judas Iscariot, Simon's son, to betray him, Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into his hands, and that he had come from God and was going back to God, rose from supper.
devil finds work for idle hands to do People are inclined to do frivolous or harmful things to get rid of their boredom when they don't do anything useful.
My husband made sure that the children are always occupied doing something because you know the devil finds work for idle hands to do. If the Devil finds a Man idle, he'll set him at Work. (J. Kelly, _Scottish Proverbs_, ):: If the devil catch a man idle, he'll set him at work.
Fuller, _Gnomologia_, ):: Idle Brains are the Devil's Workhouses. (_ibid._):: The Turks have a proverb, which says, that _The devil tempts all other men, but that idle men tempt the devil.
The devil finds work for idle hands. - Henry David Thoreau quotes at plombier-nemours.com Aug 05, · "Devil finds work for idle hands" is the way I always heard it.
It means that you are more likely to get into trouble if you have nothing but free time to do so. If you stay busy doing "good" "honest" things than it is easier to resist plombier-nemours.com: Resolved.