[ 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. ]
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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? [ ??? ]