I've been so unforgiving [OPEN]

[apostafuckyou]

WHO: Raylan Gibbs and YOU!
WHAT: catch-all for Haring
WHEN: all of Haring
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Will probably contain discussion of the Crestwood plot and also Raylan's dad, so slavery, parental death, and past child abuse.

1. i've got wicked thoughts a brewin'
Raylan had been spending a lot more time in the tavern than usual, lately. He was probably drinking too much. More than once he'd had to teach his classes in the morning with a throbbing head and sluggish mind.

He'd slowed in the last week or so, though. He was too drunk for it already tonight, but maybe tomorrow he'd be able to get to sleep without the chemical assistance. That would be good. Raylan was getting sick of the nightmares. For now, he sat listening disinterestedly to the bard, having claimed a small table that was out of the way, but not huddled against a wall either.

2. no place to call my own
He'd also been absent from the library, lately, but he'd be seen there again, frantically scribbling notes as he flicked between four different books. Even though his focus was intense, he looked alive and lively in a way he hadn't since Crestwood. So absorbed was he in his research, he failed to notice his surroundings as well as he ought, occasionally crashing into someone with a book in his arms or asking them gruffly to hand him something, believing they were someone else.

3. just put two coins upon my eyelids
[Did the wildcard option need a pretentious song lyric on it? Yes. Yes it did. Wildcard me.]

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[apostafuckyou]

Raylan shrugged at the question. "Sure, but I ain't got a lotta time these days. I've done it for a couple people, rifters who couldn't read common when they got here. I'd do it for more if I weren't busy with this," he said, gesturing to the unnecessary number of books open in front of him.

[alankazam]

Busy.

"With sunsets," He murmurs, but he really means the Fade, and he knows enough to clarify, gesturing to the book— "Is that for the Rifters? Are you trying to understand where they came from?"

Alan props his chin on his hand, deliberating.

"There are... some of them here with magic of their own." Furtively: "Even if they can read, it could help for them to learn what they'll be expected to know."