faderift | but I still hold out hope that maybe someday

WHO: Mobius, whomstsoever decides to bother him
WHAT: it's another catchall /fingerguns
WHEN: All month long
WHERE: around, about
NOTES: tbd

Sure, the library is like a home now ever since he sidled on into the Gallows and decided it all needed a little upkeep, spiraling out into taking it under his wing and being a resident bookworm with, sure, a penchant for being precious about the resource of the word. And he spends a good amount of time there on the daily as it is, though less through the new year with the new title. So long as nobody's destroying things or starting fights, it can all be tended to with assistants (thanks Abby!) and not need to be micromanaged under his care. He won't be breaking any arms.

Where he's been spending more time is in the archivist's office, spending time...well, archiving. Cosima appreciated the assistance with what's already been started, though it's clear there have been differences in organizational tactics between whoever all has been in here over the years. It's relatively quiet work to sort through reports and notes and track down dates and related project pages and suss out where to put it all in a manner that makes sense. And then there's rooting through new documents or half-finished projects that have come before. Having the good Lady Lamonia's collection of personal letters and libraries of journals and such donated to Riftwatch's care has been...fun. (It has not been fun.) He's been more than glad for assistance in perusing sultry love letters for tidbits of gossipy information about other lords and ladies from across the Marches, because frankly it isn't the most interesting thing to him, and he's not sure why it's all been donated to them. And whoever left this particular project barely started with some archaic archival system the likes of which might only be understood by the Maker Himself didn't do Mobius any damned favors. Please. Save him from this. Uuuuuuugh why is it another perfumed letter talking about beauty and oh did you hear what Marquis Audile got up to and blah blah blah...

When he spends time away from that, he makes a point to spend some time each day in the chapel, dutiful in his beliefs in his own ways. Quietly praying and keeping to himself, cleaning up if it's dusty or a bit of a mess. When in the dining hall, he keeps an eye out for friends and associates, and even occasionally makes the acquaintance of someone he is less than familiar with, though more often he keeps more to himself. The less than stellar function of his hands might always be something of an embarrassment to him, he knows. Which never stops him from training, keeping a firm grip on his sword at all times, shield at the ready strapped to the other arm, or simply going through the motions to keep himself in shape. Bookworm he might be, but he won't skimp on being battle ready.

He also lately is spending time out in Kirkwall proper, asking after printers and asking them where they procure their supplies, asking too after those who make paper and parchment. Does research on the side, since naturally he'd turn to books first, on how best to start setting up that kind of practice within the walls of the Gallows. Maybe there's space in the basement somewhere? Or an empty office space? Negotiating prices for deliveries might help in the short-term, but...

[or y'know hit him up elsewhere, or hit me up for a bespoke prompt]

Threaded | Flat

It's been actually kind of awkward to have Loki back around. There's a lot between them that hasn't been said, a lot left unexplained, and Mobius hasn't found it in himself to be detailed about anything. What's clear is how the both of them have changed in the time spent. He hopes that doesn't mean they're now incompatible. They were fun; it was good, what they had. And even if the disappearing wasn't Loki's fault, there's still an undercurrent of sting when he thinks about it.

The Maker and Andraste both have Their plans and ways. Mobius just has to trust this. Every time he flexes the hand that now bears the mark and power that can help the world and eventually kill him (unless he chops it off at some point), he is reminded that faith needs to hold fast even in the darkest times. Especially in the darkest times.

Not that these are things that he says. And it must burn Loki in some way, the way they both know they aren't talking about the most important things, the way some of what each knows and feels is kept locked in their chests, as though that's ever been the way they've communicated with each other before. Maybe that's why Loki keeps staring at him when he thinks Mobius doesn't notice. Looking away again when Mobius lifts his head. Like trying to must courage to say something? Or just analyzing him from a silent distance? Loki clearly thinks he's being smooth and clever about it, but even if Mobius has yet to actually red-handed catch Loki doing it, he can still feel the eyes on him.

And it's so damned distracting. He sets one of Lady Lamonia's letters aside with a sigh and stretches in his seat before making his way over to Loki, sitting heavily beside him, and flatly asking: "What."

Stephen's been pestering in an official manner. Saying about giving him a physical, part of the job, make sure all of Riftwatch is in shape. And it isn't as though Mobius can fault him for that, truly, but he feels like that might not actually be the case. That maybe he's honing in on Mobius, his new-ish shard, his lyrium intake, his everything they've talked about before to monitor his condition. Conditions plural? Keep an eye on him.

That's what makes it just a little bit genius. Mobius has no reason to decline in any official capacity. If Stephen had come asking as a friend, he might have been turned down. (Or they might have talked. They talk often, just not always about these things.) But a summons from the Head Healer for Official Riftwatch Business is a lot harder to simply ignore.

He could. But. Then he'd have to start avoiding his friend as a whole, and he's not about to do that. It would make their seating arrangements in the Research office real awkward, for one.

"Don't suppose I could get away with just saying I'm fine for you to mark down in your files?"

Hi, in other words.

for Loki

for Strange