[ you would think by now taair would be used to getting hugs, but he never quite is. like always, he puffs up, a little surprised, especially watching himself die in the reflection. if he closes his eyes now, he can still see it - not the bolt, but the waves, the grainfields, the mountains of home. it's a simple dream, he had said.
if only it were so easy as not having to return. he keeps his hands where they are for a moment, at his sides... then slowly, they come up as he exhales out on a soft noise. ]
I have done much running from fate, my friend. [ too much. ] Any other life I could live is nothing but a fantasy.
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if only it were so easy as not having to return. he keeps his hands where they are for a moment, at his sides... then slowly, they come up as he exhales out on a soft noise. ]
I have done much running from fate, my friend. [ too much. ] Any other life I could live is nothing but a fantasy.