taair khalisa nasir 🕊️ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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
[ haha! yeah! he's still just - completely lacking. it's like something inside of him has died. ]
Ah. Well, I am very lucky. My dear guardian has become my advisor. She ensures I do not overly stress myself. Isn't it nice?
Ah. Well, I am very lucky. My dear guardian has become my advisor. She ensures I do not overly stress myself. Isn't it nice?
I exist.
[ so. that's that. ]
And Iria is need of a king.
[ so. that's that. ]
And Iria is need of a king.
[ he turns his head to look at yves again - looks at him for a long moment, like he has to consider the question. and then... there it is, the little smile, this time enough to close his eyes. exhaustion, on a thin face. ]
I try not to. [ feel anything. ] It's better, that way.
I try not to. [ feel anything. ] It's better, that way.
[ I NEVER GOT A NOTIF FOR THIS EATS DW ]
Forgot about... Yves, that's... this is terrible. [ this is awful, actually, this - this echo of a person that he's come to find so dear, in the past days. ]
And you're... are you to just step into his life, where he once was...?
Forgot about... Yves, that's... this is terrible. [ this is awful, actually, this - this echo of a person that he's come to find so dear, in the past days. ]
And you're... are you to just step into his life, where he once was...?
[ EVERY ANSWER IS THE MORE UPSETTING THAN THE LAST!!
but there is a moment where yves feels this terribly distinct heartache. it catches him a little off-guard, and he needs to process it before he says something too rash. ]
... I don't think it is. [ softly ] You're a person who deserves to be happy. Who deserves so much more than... any of this.
but there is a moment where yves feels this terribly distinct heartache. it catches him a little off-guard, and he needs to process it before he says something too rash. ]
... I don't think it is. [ softly ] You're a person who deserves to be happy. Who deserves so much more than... any of this.
...that's very kind. Thank you.
[ the weight feels a little heavier, and he dips a bit, head tilting further to the side. eyelids heavy, too. ]
That sort of thing has never been meant for me. [ ... ] I'm very tired, Yves.
[ the weight feels a little heavier, and he dips a bit, head tilting further to the side. eyelids heavy, too. ]
That sort of thing has never been meant for me. [ ... ] I'm very tired, Yves.
[ . . . ]
Anyone would be tired, after what you've gone through.
[ and he'll shift to make it easier for taair to lean on him, his head come up to gently guide his head onto his shoulder ]
But please... don't reject a life of freedom. Of joys and curiosity and the occasional sorrow.
Anyone would be tired, after what you've gone through.
[ and he'll shift to make it easier for taair to lean on him, his head come up to gently guide his head onto his shoulder ]
But please... don't reject a life of freedom. Of joys and curiosity and the occasional sorrow.
[ don't reject a life of freedom, he says. it would be nice, wouldn't it? just like earlier this week, amid silly debates. what's more important, love or freedom? and taair's answer, with no hesitation, was the latter.
he just makes a soft, sleepy noise, and goes where he is guided. head on his shoulder, he closes his eyes, long hair falling into his face, and takes a slow, deep breath. it takes a beat. one, two.
and then, bit by bit, all those little changes revert, and it's taair as he normally is once more. he blinks as if awakening from a long nap, dazed, and lifts his head. ]
....Yves? [ ??? ]
he just makes a soft, sleepy noise, and goes where he is guided. head on his shoulder, he closes his eyes, long hair falling into his face, and takes a slow, deep breath. it takes a beat. one, two.
and then, bit by bit, all those little changes revert, and it's taair as he normally is once more. he blinks as if awakening from a long nap, dazed, and lifts his head. ]
....Yves? [ ??? ]
[ scien stop playing god your hubris too sexy your blorbos too dead
hearing that is one thing, but it's even more jarring from before. he did not intend to be revived, and here he is. a facsimile. brought to life to be...remembered, maybe. it's an echo of a familiar situation, and he bites his lip. ]
...I'm sure that person was thinking that you were very precious. [ taair says, quietly - he smiles, but it's sad. ] I wonder if this... well. I suppose it doesn't really matter.
And you are very precious, indeed.
hearing that is one thing, but it's even more jarring from before. he did not intend to be revived, and here he is. a facsimile. brought to life to be...remembered, maybe. it's an echo of a familiar situation, and he bites his lip. ]
...I'm sure that person was thinking that you were very precious. [ taair says, quietly - he smiles, but it's sad. ] I wonder if this... well. I suppose it doesn't really matter.
And you are very precious, indeed.
[ yves watches and - breathes a sigh of relief once taair returns back to himself. taair lifts his head and looks at him with comprehending eyes and a fully emotional expression and—
yves just turns so that he can wrap both his arms around him in a hug and pull him close ]
... hi.
yves just turns so that he can wrap both his arms around him in a hug and pull him close ]
... hi.
Ah -?
[ ah!!!!! it's not unusual for yves to be affectionate, of course, but this startles him - he'd poof up like a ghibli character if he could. instead, his hands flutter, and he eventually brings them up to gently curl in the back of his clothes. ]
Hello...? [ god his head hurts. ] Are you alright, Yves? What...
[ ah!!!!! it's not unusual for yves to be affectionate, of course, but this startles him - he'd poof up like a ghibli character if he could. instead, his hands flutter, and he eventually brings them up to gently curl in the back of his clothes. ]
Hello...? [ god his head hurts. ] Are you alright, Yves? What...
[ is he alright? it's hard for him to say. to see taair going through something like that, and getting some sense that it's how things could be... ]
I feel like I should be asking you that but... it's okay if it doesn't make much sense right now.
I just...
[ how does he find the words to articulate what he wants? how much he wants for taair? ]
... Can I ask you for something selfish?
I feel like I should be asking you that but... it's okay if it doesn't make much sense right now.
I just...
[ how does he find the words to articulate what he wants? how much he wants for taair? ]
... Can I ask you for something selfish?
...You can ask me for anything.
[ soft and genuine, a truth - for such a dear friendship, of course, the answer is anything. his hands curl a little tighter, and then one lifts to gently rub between his shoulders. he's distressed, and... the memories of the hazy past twenty minutes or so are starting to filter back, so it's nice, to focus a bit more on the concern for his dear friend. ]
What is it?
[ soft and genuine, a truth - for such a dear friendship, of course, the answer is anything. his hands curl a little tighter, and then one lifts to gently rub between his shoulders. he's distressed, and... the memories of the hazy past twenty minutes or so are starting to filter back, so it's nice, to focus a bit more on the concern for his dear friend. ]
What is it?
[ he can ask for anything, but he doesn't know that it'll be granted. and that's fine. yves knows this is selfish. it's asking for a lot from someone who is clearly so willing to give—and maybe he knows a little bit about that. when it comes to himself, or when it comes to others.
and maybe he doesn't want to just watch and wait anymore.
he'll shift so he can thunk his forehead lightly against taair's ]
... please don't give up on your freedom. [ after all that those silly little debates brought up ] Please say no, if you're asked to do something you don't want to.
I know things must be complicated, and there must be so much I don't understand...
But—your happiness is worth it.
and maybe he doesn't want to just watch and wait anymore.
he'll shift so he can thunk his forehead lightly against taair's ]
... please don't give up on your freedom. [ after all that those silly little debates brought up ] Please say no, if you're asked to do something you don't want to.
I know things must be complicated, and there must be so much I don't understand...
But—your happiness is worth it.
[ ...oh.
i'll do anything, he said. but some things are so much harder to do. some things go beyond taair khalisa nasir, as they have gone beyond him for his entire life. some things are laced deep into his bloodline, into his standing, into his upbringing, and some things do not come out. freedom has been this place, in some ways - the first week of bliss, before realizing how horribly things here could go wrong - but that came with a price. worse, it came with a "but". another duty. a reminder.
he's quiet, as the forehead bonk comes - a little surprised by it, even - and he swallows, hard. instinctively, his eyes close, though whether it's from an intimate distance or the fact that this conversation is a hard one, is hard to say.
my happiness has never mattered. he does not say. he just breathes out, a soft sigh, and there are echoes even here of that soft, sad smile. ]
... I will try. [ because... that's all he can really offer - because it is complex. ] ...thank you, my dear friend. For caring so very much.
i'll do anything, he said. but some things are so much harder to do. some things go beyond taair khalisa nasir, as they have gone beyond him for his entire life. some things are laced deep into his bloodline, into his standing, into his upbringing, and some things do not come out. freedom has been this place, in some ways - the first week of bliss, before realizing how horribly things here could go wrong - but that came with a price. worse, it came with a "but". another duty. a reminder.
he's quiet, as the forehead bonk comes - a little surprised by it, even - and he swallows, hard. instinctively, his eyes close, though whether it's from an intimate distance or the fact that this conversation is a hard one, is hard to say.
my happiness has never mattered. he does not say. he just breathes out, a soft sigh, and there are echoes even here of that soft, sad smile. ]
... I will try. [ because... that's all he can really offer - because it is complex. ] ...thank you, my dear friend. For caring so very much.
Of course I care about you. I do love you, you know.
[ even if he understands that sometimes that's not enough. and it's why he accepts trying, because... sometimes all you can do is try. try to escape, try to get a taste of a life that you want, instead of the one that you're bound to.
though he understands that some choices aren't that easy. when he's been called the self-sacrificial hero time and time again, how can he pretend that it's such a simple thing to choose your own happiness when he never does?
but... for taair, he becomes a hypocrite. he doesn't look back about it. ]
... I won't overstep but... as long as you know that there are people who'd do anything, just to give you a chance at your own happy ending on your own terms.
[ even if he understands that sometimes that's not enough. and it's why he accepts trying, because... sometimes all you can do is try. try to escape, try to get a taste of a life that you want, instead of the one that you're bound to.
though he understands that some choices aren't that easy. when he's been called the self-sacrificial hero time and time again, how can he pretend that it's such a simple thing to choose your own happiness when he never does?
but... for taair, he becomes a hypocrite. he doesn't look back about it. ]
... I won't overstep but... as long as you know that there are people who'd do anything, just to give you a chance at your own happy ending on your own terms.
[ 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! ]
...... 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! ]
[ you got it in one! it's the lighthouse.
up at the very, very top of the lighthouse, but... not on the little standing deck. he's up even higher than that - against the moonlight, sitting on the sloped roof of the lighthouse, is a little bird wrapped up in a blanket, chin on his knees, staring out at the sea. ]
up at the very, very top of the lighthouse, but... not on the little standing deck. he's up even higher than that - against the moonlight, sitting on the sloped roof of the lighthouse, is a little bird wrapped up in a blanket, chin on his knees, staring out at the sea. ]
[ it takes him a full second - right up until yves is climbing up the roof - to actually notice he's there. startled out of it, he looks at him, almost instinctively reaching out to offer to help. ]
Yves, your injuries...
[ but he's already up before there's much to do of it. he holds onto the blanket with his other hand, just looking beyond tired, brows knit together now in faint concern, and after a long moment, he settles back. ]
... I'm... [ what does he want. does that actually matter? it normally never does. ] ... Either.
[ softer: ] ...I'm glad you're alright.
Yves, your injuries...
[ but he's already up before there's much to do of it. he holds onto the blanket with his other hand, just looking beyond tired, brows knit together now in faint concern, and after a long moment, he settles back. ]
... I'm... [ what does he want. does that actually matter? it normally never does. ] ... Either.
[ softer: ] ...I'm glad you're alright.
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