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historicals) wrote2025-02-08 03:58 pm
historicals) wrote2025-02-08 03:58 pm
pc catchall | turboheaven | yves
seems like their vibe
seems like their vibe
[ um, ]
Your... original? I'm afraid I don't understand...
Your... original? I'm afraid I don't understand...
[ places a hand over his chest ]
Should I start from the beginning? Apparently I am the Reliver model made from the self-sacrificing hero that brought the island to salvation.
It's nice to meet you, even if I don't think I'm the one you sought to meet.
Should I start from the beginning? Apparently I am the Reliver model made from the self-sacrificing hero that brought the island to salvation.
It's nice to meet you, even if I don't think I'm the one you sought to meet.
A...reliver?
[ makes you explain this for the 900th time
he does come a little closer though, curious - and his expression pulls into a frown at the 'self-sacrificing hero', because while taair expects nothing less of yves, at this point, it doesn't make it hurt any less. ]
It's... nice to meet you too. I'm - my name is Taair.
[ makes you explain this for the 900th time
he does come a little closer though, curious - and his expression pulls into a frown at the 'self-sacrificing hero', because while taair expects nothing less of yves, at this point, it doesn't make it hurt any less. ]
It's... nice to meet you too. I'm - my name is Taair.
Taair... I wonder why I don't remember you.
[ canonpoints is why ]
A Reliver is a body that contains the memories and personality of the original. I do feel as though I am him... but perhaps due to the nature of my creation, where he did not intend to ever be revived... I feel he is apart from me.
[ canonpoints is why ]
A Reliver is a body that contains the memories and personality of the original. I do feel as though I am him... but perhaps due to the nature of my creation, where he did not intend to ever be revived... I feel he is apart from me.
...Ah, it's alright. I'm not very memorable.
[ that's not how that works but okay. forget that he needs to come to terms with the concept of a body that has yves' personality that acts like this - like yves, but like a portrait as opposed to the vibrant, bright person he is. taair's hand comes up to his chin, his expression thoughtful. ]
A conflict between body and soul, it seems... that must be a very difficult existence to live.
[ that's not how that works but okay. forget that he needs to come to terms with the concept of a body that has yves' personality that acts like this - like yves, but like a portrait as opposed to the vibrant, bright person he is. taair's hand comes up to his chin, his expression thoughtful. ]
A conflict between body and soul, it seems... that must be a very difficult existence to live.
[ 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! ]
he has not yet noticed he has company, apparently! ]
Edited 2025-02-27 02:17 (UTC)
[ there's still no response!
but now that yves is closer, he can see that it is most likely taair. though he looks a bit different - still finely dressed, but most notably, there's now a golden crown nestled in his hair.
his head bobs a little where he's sitting. ]
but now that yves is closer, he can see that it is most likely taair. though he looks a bit different - still finely dressed, but most notably, there's now a golden crown nestled in his hair.
his head bobs a little where he's sitting. ]
[ actually... yes!
he appears to be asleep, sitting up. eyes closed, head bobbing, chest rising and falling slowly - silvery hair over his eyes. he doesn't immediately respond to his name being called again, either. sleepy... ]
he appears to be asleep, sitting up. eyes closed, head bobbing, chest rising and falling slowly - silvery hair over his eyes. he doesn't immediately respond to his name being called again, either. sleepy... ]
[ it's the touch that finally works! his brow knits together - he starts, like he startled himself awake, and then blinks at yves.
and what becomes immediately clear is that something is wrong. it's not physical. he's the same as ever, maybe a little thinner. definitely older. but it's his eyes that are the strangest - the dullness to them, like there's just something missing. no spark. no brightness, no curiosity, and most of all, when he smiles it's as gentle as ever, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. ]
...Oh. [ softly. ] Yves...?
and what becomes immediately clear is that something is wrong. it's not physical. he's the same as ever, maybe a little thinner. definitely older. but it's his eyes that are the strangest - the dullness to them, like there's just something missing. no spark. no brightness, no curiosity, and most of all, when he smiles it's as gentle as ever, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. ]
...Oh. [ softly. ] Yves...?
[ he goes! he goes with no fuss at all. it's sort of like moving a doll - he just kind of leans over, leaning into the space but not moving much more beyond as far as yves moved him. apologies for the crown. ]
Tired... I suppose so. [ his head dips again, bobbing slightly. ] ...Would you call me that again?
Tired... I suppose so. [ his head dips again, bobbing slightly. ] ...Would you call me that again?
[ it's fine, he doesn't seem to be bothered by the crown jabbing at him. instead he'll just make sure it doesn't poke out his eye, but otherwise settles for letting taair rest against him... and running his fingers through his hair ]
Taair...?
[ . . . ]
What do you normally go by?
Taair...?
[ . . . ]
What do you normally go by?
[ there's a soft sigh. with all the weight of the world: ]
Your highness.
Your highness.
Mn.
[ there's no answer on whether it's hard or not - just that wispy, not-quite-there smile, as he exhales out. ]
That person doesn't exist anymore. Not really.
[ there's no answer on whether it's hard or not - just that wispy, not-quite-there smile, as he exhales out. ]
That person doesn't exist anymore. Not really.
[ wow that's a good question. he has no answer though - instead, he just looks up briefly. up this close, yves can likely see the fine sheen of makeup on his face. ]
...Did you know if you keep larks in cages, they won't sing?
...Did you know if you keep larks in cages, they won't sing?
What else is a caged bird good for? If it cannot fly, it can only sing. But if it cannot sing, and it cannot fly, its purpose is only to stand there in a cage, and look lovely for the person who owns it.
[ the smile on his face stays, though he closes his eyes again. ]
I suppose I am good at that.
[ the smile on his face stays, though he closes his eyes again. ]
I suppose I am good at that.
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