Haha. I will chronicle every moment of our collective story in ink - of that, you can be assured.
[ it's a story he would've loved to co-write with ellie, really, but... it's like her note said. to remember her will be to be like she never left. if he can infuse her effervescence into the tales of this place, then they will be ones to remember. ]
... I think we will write a wonderful history. It will be full of hardship, but it will be full of kindness, too. Of ordinary people who did extraordinary things for each other - an epic of its own. And... I should like it that I could actually finish one, too.
[ as opposed to his irian book, which is half finished and will likely remain that way, no matter what awaits him. but this place does feel as though it could have a bookend, and even more so, it feels as if it could have a happy ending - or at least, the hope for one.
even still... reflecting on this week of memories, he thinks for a moment of yves; of the way the people cared for dwindled, and dwindled. of how a loss like today's must have hit him, even in moments of warm, reflective hope. taair falls quiet for a moment as the laughter fades, and... unconsciously, he leans a little against yves, like a tiny bird pressing up against a cheek to say hello. ]
...Tell me some good things that happened to you this week, my dear friend. Anything at all.
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[ it's a story he would've loved to co-write with ellie, really, but... it's like her note said. to remember her will be to be like she never left. if he can infuse her effervescence into the tales of this place, then they will be ones to remember. ]
... I think we will write a wonderful history. It will be full of hardship, but it will be full of kindness, too. Of ordinary people who did extraordinary things for each other - an epic of its own. And... I should like it that I could actually finish one, too.
[ as opposed to his irian book, which is half finished and will likely remain that way, no matter what awaits him. but this place does feel as though it could have a bookend, and even more so, it feels as if it could have a happy ending - or at least, the hope for one.
even still... reflecting on this week of memories, he thinks for a moment of yves; of the way the people cared for dwindled, and dwindled. of how a loss like today's must have hit him, even in moments of warm, reflective hope. taair falls quiet for a moment as the laughter fades, and... unconsciously, he leans a little against yves, like a tiny bird pressing up against a cheek to say hello. ]
...Tell me some good things that happened to you this week, my dear friend. Anything at all.