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They weren’t supposed to match.

But they did, and it was awesome.

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faejilly:

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I agree people project preachiness on Sebastian based on RL experiences with bible thumpers. hes actually pretty chill about it- see his banters with Merrill. personally, I found Anders pro-mage rhetoric waaay more preachy (even if its secular)

I adore Sebastian’s dialogue with Merrill.  

The thing that gets me, is they went out of their way to display a moderate religious view, and he still gets called out on it.

iirc, the only religious conversations he starts are with Merrill and Fenris.  

With Merrill, he very politely asks her about dalish faith, because, hey, he’s probably never met a pagan before.  (Everyone else in the group is, at least in a desultory fashion, andrastian, and one assumes much the same held true for the rest of his life.)  He even suggests to the pagan that maybe their beliefs came from the same divine source.  He doesn’t try and convert her.  He doesn’t expect her to try and convert him.  They  have a very civil conversation on the matter and both continue believing in their own faiths.  LOOK AT THAT.  THAT’S HOW EVERYONE SAYS THEY WANT RELIGIONS TO GET ALONG.

(And she makes a joke about him becoming an elf because she’s Merrill.)

He brings up faith with Fenris only because he’s trying to offer comfort to a friend who is obviously seeking some answers in life, and only after he sees him attending services.

He is never the aggressor in his conversations with Anders, though he certainly dings back at him when he can; he is still human, after all.  He believes a bit too easily that the Chantry and the Templars mean well, but he never actually stops Anders from spouting his rhetoric about them.  He politely disagrees and then attempts to diffuse the situation by looking at clouds.

And yet he’s the one who repeatedly gets called a zealot.

/and I know anyone who is actually hanging around my blog already agree with me, but some days I just feel the need to rant.  Today is apparently a ranting day.  Sorry?

I have nothing useful to add here (because I’m at work and I don’t have time to go nuts with this) but THANK YOU, YES.

Posted 2 months ago With 26 notes

Sebastian: Yes, well, these apples will buy your sister, eat your house, and woo your chickens.

“How do you put up with him? It’s always Chantry-this and Maker-that with him, not to mention that Starkhaven business he keeps complaining about but never fixing…”

The only people prudent enough not to ask were my companions. But I saw it in Fenris’ sidelong looks and Isabela’s sighs and folded arms, and every time I had a conversation longer than five minutes with any Kirkwaller that had met the Vael lad, the question arose in some form or another.

I don’t know who they’re talking about, but it’s not Sebastian Vael.

Sebastian Vael is a man divided between two worlds and two desires. He is repentant and rueful, but full of passion even he cannot quell, not even with a will of steel. He is wistful when he murmurs the Chant to himself, reflexively — wistful because the beauty of being a chanter is lost to him as long as he travels with me. He beams at the opportunity to help some lost Darktown soul because he wants to believe his redemption will be found in the imparting of coin to the downtrodden. After all, he can’t bring the dead back to life, nor can he swallow words already spoken or undo deeds already committed.

He is a diligent witness to the rising of the sun. He is a new adept at the art of deadpan humour, training under the master, Varric Tethras. He bows to my hound without self-consciousness. He treats the crass tavern clientele with courtesy, even when he is spit upon. Even with watery ale dripping off his nose and chin, he stays his hand, and his steady hand on my chest keeps me from starting a brawl on his behalf. “It is merely ale,” he reminds me, softly, wiping it away with a wrinkled napkin. “Let us not shed blood for the sake of pride alone.”

He flushes deeply when Isabela speaks and yet chuckles when Merrill misses yet another “dirty thing”. He is contemptuous of the rash and mad-eyed maleficar, yet he remains seated beside the feverishly rambling Anders at the Hanged Man long into the night, long after the rest of us have given up on him. His arrows fly straight and true, yet his fingers tremble as the wrongdoer cries ‘mercy’.
He rails against the Harrimans and the other noble families of Starkhaven, but when the anger has worn down to nothing, all that’s left are broken words of apology to the family he’s lost.

Sebastian Vael is a man between worlds.
Sebastian Vael is neither a Starkhaven prince nor a brother of the Kirkwall Chantry, and yet too much of both.
Sebastian Vael, like the rest of us, merely wishes the suffering to end.

“How do you put up with him?” you ask?
What makes you so much better that you can’t?

Oh, joy.  The Sebastian-haters have crawled out of the woodwork again.

  • Sebastian: Have you heard the Chant of Light?
  • Merrill: That's the song they sing at the Chantry, right? It's pretty... but a little repetitive.
  • Sebastian: Then you know the story? How Andraste became the Maker's divine bride and convinced Him to offer us a second chance?
  • Merrill: Right. But I never understood why she had to die.
  • Sebastian: Her mortal husband betrayed her out of jealousy.
  • Merrill: But if He wanted her to spread her faith, couldn't she do that better alive?
  • Sebastian: The Maker gave us free will. By his betrayal, Maferath showed us that men were not yet worth saving.
  • Merrill: I don't know. It's a nice story, but I think it's got some holes.
  • ───────
  • Merrill: Your armor is very shiny, Sebastian. Doesn't that make you an easier target?
  • Sebastian: The Light of the Maker is my armor, Merrill. I am not afraid.
  • Merrill: Maybe you could ask Him to make His Light less shiny? Then you wouldn't need as much armor.
  • ───────
  • Merrill: If your city was stolen, why didn't you just call the guards?
  • Sebastian: I'm afraid the matter can't be handled by guards, Merrill.
  • Merrill: Aveline could help you! She's very good at making thieves give things back. I think it's because she's so tall.
  • Sebastian: This is beyond even Aveline's power, I'm sorry to say.
  • Merrill: Are you sure? Have you seen her hit people?
  • (If Aveline is in the party)
  • Aveline: I can hear every word you're saying.
  • ───────
  • Sebastian: So what do you believe, Merrill?
  • Merrill: Our gods abandoned us long ago. They haven't answered our prayers since the fall of Arlathan.
  • Merrill: When we've proven that we're elves again, that we didn't lose everything, they'll come back to us.
  • Sebastian: We say the same of the Maker.
  • Sebastian: Perhaps they're only different names for the same divine force that created the world.
  • Merrill: The Maker wants you to be elves?
  • ───────
  • Act 3
  • Merrill: I've always wondered: how do your Divines choose their names?
  • Sebastian: They write all the best sacred names on slips of paper and stuff them in a miter.
  • Sebastian: Then the newly elected Divine picks a name out of the hat.
  • Merrill: What if she picks a name she doesn't like? Does she have to keep it?
  • Sebastian: Of course she does. How do you think we got four Divines named Hortensia?
  • ───────
  • Merrill: Does your bow have a name? Varric's bow has a name.
  • Sebastian: I'm afraid I can't compete with our dear dwarf's... relationship to his weapon.
  • Merrill: You could call it Philomela!
  • Sebastian: Why would I do that?
  • Merrill: Because it reminds me of a woman in the alienage. Skinny, pointed, and always throwing things at people.
  • ───────
  • Merrill: What does your Chantry do?
  • Merrill: I mean, you keep saying how great it is. Anders and Isabela tell me to stay away from it. But what does it do?
  • Merrill: Among the Dalish, the Keepers teach the children, preserve our history, perform magic. The priestesses here just... sing.
  • Sebastian: The Chantry does many charitable works. It cares for widows and orphans—
  • Merrill: Who in the Dalish would just be part of the clan, like everyone else.
  • Merrill: I just don't get it.
  • ───────
  • (After completing A New Path)
  • Sebastian: You need to seek atonement.
  • Merrill: I know I should've died there, not Marethari. Don't you think I feel guilty enough?
  • Sebastian: Guilt isn't a punishment. It's a reminder of the things you haven't set right.
  • Sebastian: The only way to shed its burden is to repent with a sincere heart and to rectify your failings.
  • Merrill: But how?
  • Merrill: The Keeper is dead, my clan lost everything because of me.
  • Merrill: There's not enough I can do in this lifetime to make up for that.
  • Sebastian: It was your pride that led you to the demon. Admitting what you can't do is a good first step.
  • ───────
  • Sebastian: What do the Dalish teach about the creation of the darkspawn? I mean the Chant of Light says it was the hubris of magisters trying to compete with the Maker. But you don't believe in the Chant of Light...or the Maker. What do you believe?
  • Merrill: Well, we don't get into many details but we're pretty sure it's the humans' fault.
  • ───────
  • Merrill: It's a good thing you're here, Sebastian.
  • Sebastian: Oh? Why do you say that?
  • Merrill: You're so shiny! Much better than a torch.
  • Sebastian: I did swear an oath to carry the Light of the Maker wherever I go. Grand Cleric Elthina will be so proud.
  • ───────
  • Sebastian: You know, people generally wear shoes to this sort of affair.
  • Merrill: Really? What a strange custom.
  • Merrill: Among the Dalish, it is a mortal insult to cover your toenails in the presence of a superior.
  • Sebastian: You're kidding.
  • Merrill: (Hums)
  • Sebastian: She's kidding, right?
  • ───────
  • Merrill: I'm so nervous! What if I do something wrong and embarrass us? I always do something wrong.
  • Sebastian: You'll be fine, Merrill.
  • Merrill: But I don't know anything about human manners! What if I use the wrong fork? And then accidentally stab someone with it.
  • Merrill: That sounds like the sort of thing that would happen to me.
  • Sebastian: Just act annoyed that they bled on your dress. Nobody will even notice.
  • ───────
  • (While looking for Hawke and Tallis)
  • Merrill: I... think we've been through here before.
  • Sebastian: Now that you mention it, we have seen that chipped cornice a few times, haven't we?
  • Merrill: All right, don't panic! Every other time I've gotten very lost, Hawke has found me.
  • Sebastian: Uh, Merrill? I don't think she can rescue us before we rescue her.
  • ───────
  • (and a bonus Anders convo because I love Sebastian's and Merrill's voices at the end)
  • Anders: Go ahead. Say it.
  • Sebastian: Say what?
  • Anders: I saw you watching me.
  • Sebastian: I was looking at the clouds.
  • Anders: Don't give me that. I know you've been judging me.
  • Anders: You think I'm out of control. How can I claim to speak for mages when I'm half demon myself?
  • Sebastian: The one over there looks a bit like a bunny rabbit.
  • (If Merrill is in the party)
  • Merrill: I saw that too!

Posted 4 months ago With 92 notes

domirine:

rebloggable version now. you can have your own personal starkhaven cock… (▰˘◡˘▰)