House Naethrí

The first head of the Python. Thol!verse affiliated blog.

[rosemaryharris-deactivated20231]

TOM HIDDLESTON | THOR 2011 |  Deleted scene

[curseworm]

the fact that i am constantly saying strange and unpleasant things is just part of my charm

[vintagepales2-blog]

Jerónimos Monastery, Lisbon

[wrightedgar]

Նռան գույնը (Цвет граната, The Color of Pomegranates), 1969, Sergei Parajanov

[fanghusband-remade]

*points to your blood* are you using this?

[spicymochi]

strawberry snake

[allmymetaphors]

i accidentally showed some weakness earlier today it was disgusting i would not recommend it 

[aeterniis]

thexunextraordinary​:

“They’re different from Python dreams.” A statement as much as it was a question. 

Bandshii shrugged and sipped her tea.

“Ee’ya, naturally. Why do you ask?” 

[aeterniis]

thexunextraordinary​:

Shina stared down at her cup for a few seconds, thinking over how to begin. 

“Rorij says you have dreams.”

“From Abeni.”

Bandshii grew serious. She fidgeted with her teacup, rotating it this way and that.

“I do, yes. Sometimes.” 

She didn’t advertise it. It was an almost heretical thing to say. Abeni didn’t speak. Even a child knew that. 

[aeterniis]

thexunextraordinary​:

Shina shared that nervous glance with the shecasi, a split second of understanding in their mutual discomfort. She hoped Ena. Bandshii didn’t notice. 

She blew over the surface of her tea and took a sip, then another just to buy some time. She wasn’t sure how to even bring up the topic. 

“I’m not sure if your brother’s told you anything,” she said at last. “This… isn’t strictly a social call, so much as…” A glance at the shecasi, uncomfortable with her presence, but pressing on with honesty anyway. “Seeking advice on a certain religious matter.”

“No, he hasn’t told me anything about why you’re here.” She’d heard plenty about Shina from him. She might be Rory’s little sister, but she was the only one of the three Tyrconnell siblings with any experience with marriage. He’d been asking her advice so often these days that she missed his bad jokes and good-natured teasing. 

She reached for a date and began to pit it, offering one to Kamala, who took it and did the same.

“So, what’s this religious matter?” 

Kamala tried to put the date on Bandshii’s plate but she touched her wrist to stop her, giving her a look and mouthing that’s for you, you goose. 

[roseydoux]

Atonement (2007)

[aeterniis]

It was the middle of the day, and House Naethri was relatively quiet. Sam’haen had managed to get some sleep, and so was relatively sane and had been content to spend most of her afternoon coloring in her nursery with Sam’nait. There had been no visions of late, and no serious votes, either. Strangely, everyone had been in good spirits-- even Eldina Khiva.

Sasha stood in her white gown at the inner Entrance Hall, feeling the Python’s gaze pressing down on her like a weight. She tried not to fidget with the sleeve on her dress.

Eldina Bandshii’s visitor finally arrived: her sister-in-law, Eldina Shina Tyrconnell. Sasha stepped forward and gave her a polite nod. 

Eldina Tyrconnell, my Eldina’s been expecting you. Right this way.

She meant to say it, but her heart raced and the words felt stuck in her throat, as if they were too heavy to say. The only thing she could manage was to beckon for the Eldina to follow her down the hall. She turned and led her off to Aedon’s apartment, glancing back over her shoulder to make sure she would follow. 

[nataliedormersource]

Natalie Dormer attends the 2020 Vanity Fair Oscar Party on February 09, 2020 in Beverly Hills, California.

[the-self-proclaimed-prince]

aeterniis​:

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She’d never heard of such a thing, and certainly would’ve never thought of it herself. That fact alone made her nervous, only for the fear of what others might think. If it was an invention from Outside, The O’Neill might disapprove.

For as long as she could remember, she’d had trouble seeing outside, even on cloudy or rainy days. She had trouble seeing indoors, too, sometimes— when too many lights had been lit. She’d like to try glasses, if Sinead thought it might help. But then again, if it came from Sinead, The O’Neill might be doubly suspicious.

“I’d like that,” Kamala said, “But maybe you should get Seamus to ask Miles to make them. There’s not much that can lower everyone’s opinions of me, but if The O’Neill hears you’re bringing in Outside things, he’s going to start wondering what else you’re bringing in. It won’t go well for you.”

“That’s true…” she was reluctant to admit. The last thing Sinead wanted was for Kamala to get in trouble on account of her own rash behavior. “It’s probably too soon. I’ll talk to Seamus and maybe in a month or so, he can bring it up with Miles.”

From there they moved on to safer topics, such as the weather and Kamala’s garden. They were nearly back to the Naethris when Sinead remembered the third and final thing she meant to ask about. “I almost forgot, I may need more of that, um… herb you gave me.” There were people near enough by that she went on to say, “The one you had me taking nightly for my sleep? It works wonders. The regular one that is. Not the knock-you-out-cold if you’re desperate to get some rest one.” She said it casually, as if they really were talking about insomnia cures.

[aeterniis]

Kamala understood what she was talking about right away.

“I’ve got some dried in the house. Just walk with me back there and I’ll get you some.”

[the-self-proclaimed-prince]

aeterniis​:

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“Glass craftsman?” She frowned and nodded. “Miles O’Reilly now is, after his father died. He made The Naethris’ and The O’Neills’ cups. Why?”

“Well, if he can tint it with color, I thought I might ask him to help me make you a pair of glasses to help protect your eyes from the sun while you’re working in the garden.” She’d noticed how Kamala was uncomfortable in direct sunlight and how pale her skin and eyes were. She suspected some degree of albinism.

Remembering that they didn’t have glasses of any kind here, she clarified, “We have them in the Outside. You wear them over your eyes and they help either dim the sun or fix your vision.”

[aeterniis]

She’d never heard of such a thing, and certainly would’ve never thought of it herself. That fact alone made her nervous, only for the fear of what others might think. If it was an invention from Outside, The O’Neill might disapprove.

For as long as she could remember, she’d had trouble seeing outside, even on cloudy or rainy days. She had trouble seeing indoors, too, sometimes— when too many lights had been lit. She’d like to try glasses, if Sinead thought it might help. But then again, if it came from Sinead, The O’Neill might be doubly suspicious.

“I’d like that,” Kamala said, “But maybe you should get Seamus to ask Miles to make them. There’s not much that can lower everyone’s opinions of me, but if The O’Neill hears you’re bringing in Outside things, he’s going to start wondering what else you’re bringing in. It won’t go well for you.”

[the-self-proclaimed-prince]

aeterniis​:

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“Difference is healthy. Like cross breeding plants and animals. The more differences there are, the healthier the offspring. I imagine it’s like that with communities and people. Keeping things the same leads to stagnation.”

She said it quietly. It wasn’t the sort of conversation that ought to be overheard.

Sinead was tempted to continue the conversation. It was intellectually stimulating and Kamala had such delightfully deep thoughts. It was the fear of being overheard that stayed her tongue. 

There was another topic she’d been meaning to bring up with Kamala, so she casually moved on.  “Do you know if there’s any glass craftsmen here?” 

[aeterniis]

“Glass craftsman?” She frowned and nodded. “Miles O’Reilly now is, after his father died. He made The Naethris’ and The O’Neills’ cups. Why?”

[the-self-proclaimed-prince]

aeterniis​:

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“Of course. It’s just natural. We trust things that are familiar. It’s a basic survival instinct.”

She squinted at the ground. It wasn’t so bad that she’d be going inside. The sky was clearing off and the sun hurt.

“Yes, but moving beyond mere survival instinct into deeper understanding and empathy is part of what makes us human. I think we do ourselves and society a disservice by rejecting anything different from ourselves.” Though the topic was gender, she meant the xenophobic nature of the community here as well. 

[aeterniis]

“Difference is healthy. Like cross breeding plants and animals. The more differences there are, the healthier the offspring. I imagine it’s like that with communities and people. Keeping things the same leads to stagnation.”

She said it quietly. It wasn’t the sort of conversation that ought to be overheard.