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[historicals]

seems like their vibe

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[historicals]

Well said.

[ that is all they can really do, is their best in the moment. especially given these circumstances. the short time frame. the unprofessional desperation of forty people trying to find an answer. jing yuan's... behavior, too, that still sticks out like a splinter in the knuckles, raw and red.

he absently pats his bird friend, once, twice, and brings his gaze up again to the stars overhead. ]

To have choices at all in life is a new experience for me - and I know, that there are so, so few choices in life that are universally agreed upon. But... at least to have the choice at all does matter. And there is much to consider in what it means to choose in the face of duty, in the face of love, and... the face of their own fates, too.

[ taair does finally glances up at that, and gives yves a small, soft smile. ]

Thank you, my friend. It's a little clarity I think I needed to hear.

[noirges]

[ when taair gives him a smile, it's automatic for yves to give one back. there's still a tiredness to his expression, expected after 9 hours of rushed work, but the warmth is sincere. ]

Pretty sure I'm just talking whatever comes to mind but... if it could help you at all, Taair, then I'm satisfied.

[ choices. there is nothing in this world but choices. the little things they can do and affect in small ways, because the heavens feel too big to rebel against.

for now. ]

I hope you make choices that aren't too heavy for you to carry. But if they ever are... you know where to find me. I'll do my best to make the weight half.

[historicals]

I think the ability to speak your mind freely with no hesitations is a fine conversation to be had between friends.

[ please continue to blurt out whatever you are thinking. he loves that. really, it's just nice to talk to others and hear the perspectives at all, and to do so candidly with friends is a blessing beyond compare. he's tired, too. worn out from more socializing all week, worn out from the horrors of the day, the sorrow of their situation - but it's made all the more better in the quiet company of a new friend.

he takes a sip from his wine, nursing it. taair does not have a good alcohol tolerance - even just a bit has his cheeks taking on a flush, too pale for anything otherwise - and the drink makes him feel sleepy warm, softening the blunt edges of a terrible saturday. ]

I appreciate that more than I could truly put into words, Yves. [ just as sincere. just as genuine, he looks up at him. ] Truly. And I would simply ask that no matter how strong your shoulders are, you would remember I'd be happy to help do the same.