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weekend 0, saturday

[historicals]

[ hello!!! out in the gazebo area, yves can find taair, who is no longer sexy, sitting in the grass. he's got a big red book open in his lap, and appears to be writing something down in it, lifting his head every now and then to just inhale and enjoy his surroundings, and then resume writing.

and!! if he doesn't immediately come run over, he might hear him murmuring quietly to.... someone? something? loud enough to be heard, though. ]

This is very nice, isn't it? It was beginning to feel as claustrophobic as before, but - it's already gotten a bit better, hasn't it, my friend...?

[noirges]

[ taiir you fancy boy....

matching obligatory fit check instead of sexy angel costume! though at least now i can mention that yves was probably covered in bandages beneath his angel costume earlier so it wasn't even that scandalous. if nothing else, it just shows that the lace half mask he was wearing wasn't just part of the costume - it's an outfit staple. yay!

yves was probably about to say hello, but then he hears taiir already talking to someone? he peers over curiously ]

—talking to me, Taiir? Or?

week 0, monday!

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[ good monday morning! today yves can find taair by the beach - he's standing on the sand, his fancy boy boots and socks neatly set to the side, and he looks fascinated. ]

So that's what it feels like...

[noirges]

[ cute!! yves has probably left his boots back somewhere, and he's already rolled up the cuffs of his pants and pushed up his sleeves - and he's coming from splashing downshore when he notices his FRIEND ]

Taaaaaaiiiiir!

[ bounds over with arms open for a HUG ]

week 0 dieday

[noirges]

[ RUNNING INTO TAAIR SOMEWHERE MAYBE BY THE BEACH ]

Taair...! Are you okay? You didn't get hurt?

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[ hello yes the beach is perfect!!! he is truly standing here, hands behind his back, frowning into the void so when yves approaches, he glances over, almost startled as he's broken out of his thoughts. ]

Oh, Yves... I - yes, I'm alright, all things considered... Are you?

[ his hands come up, curling halfway in midair like he's catching himself being a bit fussy. ]

week 0 post-trial

[noirges]

[ he's coming around to visit people! yayyyy. with him he's bringing a little basket that has a bottle of wine and two wine glasses

sitting down next to taair wherever he is ]

Wine okay, Taair? How're you?

[ idly, like they didn't just spend 9 hours in hell ]

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[ taair is in the garden, behind the church! he also has.. a seagull...with him? it's just kind of chilling in his lap.

however when he hears yves he looks over - surprised, and then softens into a smile. ]

Oh, Yves... I think I am very tired. [ but he's okay, otherwise, mostly. ] Yes, please - and I'd hope that you could spare a moment to sit and rest yourself, too.

week 1 monday

[noirges]

[ well everyone's getting The Afternoon i'm sorry someone said that it's yves' holiday and it's true so we must all celebrate. he's carrying along a heart balloon and a bouquet of flowers, looking delighted when he sees taair ]

Taair! Isn't this place fun? It's like the spirit of love reached here too!

[ SINCE SHADOWHEART AND ANDERS ARE SOOOOO REAL but he's grinning brightly as he comes over, the otome fuck that he is and offers up the entire bouquet ]

Here! Won't you accept this from me?

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[ oh... cute! the spirit of love is not what he would call anything that occurred this morning on chipper, but it's so very nice to see yves as enthusiastic and warm as ever. taair has a totebag over one arm and a book tucked into the crook of it, and though he opens his mouth to say hello, he's taken off guard immediately by flowers! ]

Ahaha... good afternoon, my good fellow. [ cute... ] I'd be honored.

[ let him readjust, as he delicately takes the bouquet so none of the flowers get crushed. ] I'm not sure what's brighter - the spirit of love, or you basking in it.

[ in the spirit of it being furry week i am obligated to say he is currently sporting a pair of wings, and the feathers flutter when he takes the bouquet proper. ] Are you having fun?

week 1, thursday

[noirges]

[ GODDAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!

he probably patched up taair's most immediate injuries and then gently carried him to his room so he could rest!! painkillers are waiting nearby, and yves is just going to be over here looking fussed waiting for him to wake up....

THE BIRDIE ]

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[ the birdie!!

it takes a while for taair to wake up, which is probably not that surprising! he weighs like one hundred pounds soaking wet. however, eventually yves will be rewarded, in that his eyes snap open very suddenly, and he moves - sharply, trying to sit up with a gasp.

and then stops as the pain hits. it's all very disorienting. ]

week 1, friday

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[ a text! ]

My dear friend - perhaps what I said of pain yesterday was far too prescient. I am so deeply sorry for your loss.

Yet, in that same regard, I wonder if you might let me make good on that very same promise in return, in that... if there is anything I can do - be it company or otherwise - then please don't hesitate to let me know. I would like to see you: it breaks my heart to think of you suffering alone. I am happy just to sit in silence with you just as much as anything else, my dear friend.

- Taair

[noirges]

[ taair u are... good boy.... ]

I'm sorry.
Not today.
I'm not good with people today.
But thank you.

week 1, saturday

[historicals]

[ :man_standing:

taair is not actually man standing, after all that. he is man sitting - not on the ground, but at the lighthouse at the beach, holding something in his hands and just kind of watching the ocean again. the little bird wings have made their reappearance on his back, tucked close to his body, the color a soft, muted blue as opposed to vibrant.

when he spots yves, though - whether from his high perch, or if they're both at the lighthouse - he offers him a wave, and pats the spot near him. if you want. ]

[noirges]

[ he'll take it! climbing on up and sitting next to him ]

So...

Thoughts?

week 2, monday

[noirges]

[ somewhere in the new areas, you might encounter a familiar face—sort of! yves is looking around with curiosity, but his face is... maskless? where there is normally half a mask, there is just clear, umblemished skin. though the more you look at him, you might realize that his eyes are... different. the center of his pupil has an unnatural cyan glow to it, and his smiles no longer reach his eyes. as though the heart of the emotion is no longer accessible to him. ]

Good afternoon.

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[ the phantom of the opera is no longer here...........

anyway. taair appears to be normal on his end - when he spots a familiar back off near the gardens, he trots over immediately, opens his mouth to say hello... and almost does a double take. he hesitates. ]

...Yves?

[ see, the thing about this that's the most disconcerting isn't the lack of mask, or the eyes. it's the smile. the ominous feeling of nothing behind it. it's so jarring it feels like a minor chord. ]

week 2, wednesday

[noirges]

[ where the boy at what horrors does this week hold

yves has a bouquet for him and tiny one for his chao,, ]

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[ if yves makes his way over to the flower garden, he may notice a figure sitting among the convallaria flowers -- hands in his lap, back facing yves. from behind, the figure may even look unfamiliar...? though there's a blue bird feather coming off of his shoulder, his hair looks longer, braided loosely over his shoulder.

he has not yet noticed he has company, apparently! ]

week 2, friday

[historicals]

[ GUESSING GAME TIME!!!

...... honestly its not a v hard guess so i won't make u guess more than once but if yves comes to find him... where does he want to look! ]

[noirges]

[ HE'LL KEEP GOING UNTIL HE CAN FIND HIM!!! BUT IS IT THE LIGHTHOUSE OR THE BEACH OR THE LIBRARY.....

or is it sad cave hours

where bird ]

w3 monday

[historicals]

[ i havent looked at locations so i am voiding us

a reflective surface shows the bird's final flight. ]

[noirges]

[ ah.

so this is what it's like to deal with other countries and their politics. yves knows only his island, as terrible and cursed as it is, and he only has to deal with one set of problems that exist within it. the machinations of so many different groups, so many different people, all with their own righteous indignation and pain... how could one heart stand to hold it all?

what can you do when that life you had is never entirely your own?

yves watches the memory and again, so automatically and immediately, pulls taair into a hug: ] You don't have to go back.

Don't go back, if you don't want to.

[ does it sound selfish? maybe. but they're dead. taair has already done the most selfless thing.

it's fine to take, if just this once. ]

week 3, thursday

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[ YOU

BETTER BE RESTING!!!!!!!!! where is yves he better be in the hospital - he likely has a big crowd of onlookers but once there's a moment of peace, taair slips in to check and see if he's awake... and also to check the status of his bandaging/injuries/everything. weh. distressed bird noises ]

[noirges]

[ he's probably bandaged up! he's probably got a bunch of pieces of gauze plastered to his face as well as a bunch of bandages that wrap around his upper half and his arms. he was already bandaged beneath his clothes before though....

he's probably sitting up in the hospital bed and

looking for his clothes

time to change and bolt it ]

week 3, saturday

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[ what a day. no lighthouse this time! taair is instead sitting outside in the garden with his sketchbook in his lap, open to a half finished portrait.

he's rubbing his temples at the moment as opposed to actually drawing, and he looks up, blinks, and then smiles gently at the sight of yves - tired, but still taair, as ever. ]

Yves... hello. How are you feeling?

[noirges]

[ yves will walk over then with a little basket on his arm ]

... dizzy—not from bloodloss or anything but... you know.

[ what a wild one ]

I brought some wine. Want a glass?

week 4, tuesday

[noirges]

[ where are we? out in the wild! it's probably the ballroom as yves is admiring the grandeur of it all with very much country bumpkin energy. oh to be a lil fish out of water in such a grand place

and when he sees taair, his vibes turn immediately to being sooooo excited and adoring. truly just the most disgusting levels of affection on sight, it's absurd. ]

Taair! Do you know any dances? That's what this place is for, right?

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[ me reading the locations like ball event this week? ball event this week?

the ballroom it is! taair's emotions can be felt right as he comes into the room - it's mostly curiosity and interest, but there's a low undercurrent of melancholy that seems to pulse under every feeling he has... right up until he sees yves.

getting whammied with all that excited affection just creates a little bit of an echo chamber, because he feels the same. affectionate, fond and warm with love for his friends, the melancholy is swept away. ]

Dances...? [ let's see... he taps a fingertip against his chin. ] Theoretically...? I did have some dance lessons when I was younger, though my partners were typically elderly nuns.

[ there's a huff of a laugh as he says this. ]

Would you like me to teach you? I think I still remember.

week 4, tuesday

[noirges]

You know Taair I thought you were really cute with Claude at first
I guess I still do
But I feel like Del's a good match for you!!

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That's very wonderful please help me

week 4, friday

[noirges]

[ yikes! yves is just exploring one of the areas where the bodies were found, vibes apprehensive. he's more serious today than any other day and bc i forgot to mention it in curfew the night before, he does have a sword at his side again finally yay

he looks up and waves ]

Taair. You holding up okay?

[historicals]

[ a sword... is it a Familiar Sword or just a random sword...... he is looking

anyway!!! out to the body areas today - taair's out here, and he smiles just so when he sees yves. though his emotions are a definite mix of friday feelings, all concern and grimness, there's a touch of immediate warmth for a dear friend. ]

Hello, Yves. [ dipping his head in greeting. ] I am... I cannot say I'm surprised, to see that we had two, but... well. It means a busy day tomorrow.

What about you, my friend?

week 4 saturday

[historicals]

[ hi. where are you!!!!!! that's it that's the starter i really had something better written here and decided no nevermind ]

[noirges]

[ bar...

he is not making himself hard to find, he is just not approaching anyone this week because sometimes you are constantly a part of situations and don't know who wants to see you ]

[noirges]

[ yves looks a little tired like he hasn't slept well but who gives a shit about that! not me! someone ate what he wasn't supposed to again and the tattoos are just around on neon green text around his body glowing through his clothes because he dresses like a nun more than lucas does

- murdered more than one friend
- left home country to ruin
- in love with too many people
- acts like a needy bottom when he's actually a switch

anyway joining taair at the library, playing footsie with him to get his attention ]

If you and Del feel the same way about each other, what's the problem?

Also, good morning, I hope your research is going well.

[historicals]

[ NOT THESE SECRETS

defeated. he is defeated and hiding behind his book with his face resting on the table. you can almost see the steam coming up from behind it. ]

Yves......

week 7, monday

[noirges]

[ why are all the locations so bad!!!

yves is just wandering around with curiosity and saying his hello's. he offers a smile to literally everyone he comes across and right now is no exception ]

Taair! How was seeing everyone again? I'm sure Adolphe was glad to see you even if he was shy about it.

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Hello, Yves.

[ we out here! he's hanging out somewhere that's relatively not insane at the moment, just very warm and fond, his book in his lap. ]

It's been wonderful. Everything feels so lively again - truly, I have missed all of you so, from those who have been away for a long time to those who barely left us a few days ago. And - to see Adolphe in far better circumstances was wonderful, too.

[ considering cyoa!!! ] I imagine you must be very busy!

endgame

[noirges]

[ ok iT'S OVER!!!!!!!!!! YVES IS MAKING HIS ROUNDS TO SEE PEOPLE and he's bringing a gift with him. it's a paper flower again, but this time in the shape of a lycoris, just like the ones on his halo. it has both red and black petals, and it truly looks so hilariously goth from someone so sunshiney

but he'll offer it out anyway ]

Will you accept a gift from me, Taair?

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[ cute... of course!! he warms up when it's offered from wherever he's sitting, likely at the lighthouse. ]

A memory to treasure from a dear friend - of course I will. [ taking the flower... ] The flowers that grow upon your island, yes? An important symbol.