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[ taair puts his glass off to the side like a proper fancy toast, and yet yves chases after his glass with his own like some fool who's only used to the rowdiness of bars and drinking parties with friends. clink! ]

To hope!

[ and so he drinks, content with this declaration ]

Everything's going to work out. I do believe that. Weekends are terrible and the heartache is real. It makes sense for everyone to feel that... they ought to. To mourn loss is the real sign that you loved anyone at all.

But I will hold onto my unwavering certainty that some fortunate resolution will come for us all—maybe not easily, but inevitably eventually.

[ oh, but one thousand times over, he would prefer this - the jostle, the brightness, the laughter and warmth of a toast with friends. he spent a few precious afternoons standing in the tavern in convallaria town, soaking in the atmosphere of people living. the cavalier carefreeness of even such a tiny gesture makes taair feel happy.

he takes a long sip of his drink afterwards, smiling down to himself as he basks in the company. after all the failures of today, the heartbreak and failure to come, it's warm, to keep an eye on the future. that's really how yves makes him feel. warm. ]

You and I both, my dear friend. [ the dawn will come, eventually. even in the worst moments. ] We have much work ahead of us, but... I think we'll be alright.

[ even at his death, yves had faith in a better future. did he think that his demise was part of the price needed to be paid? yes. does he want to necessarily go back to that same island? not really. but here, among all these people, it's even easier to hold onto hope. they are not yet in the stage of ruins. as much as he can try, he'll make sure they'll never be.

so he's content here, sitting with taair and basking in the company of someone dear. his free hand just runs through taair's hair in soothing, repetitive little strokes, letting his fingers ease out any small tangle after the day's events ]

Make sure to closely record the history of our victory, alright? I'll be relying on your insight.

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.

[ automatically, yves adjusts to make that lean a little bit comfier for taair. it's so natural for him to react to others and try to make himself softer for them. his fingers continue to run through taair's hair at the question, and he hums thoughtfully.... ]

.... Ellie had a very sweet entry in her book for Adolphe. Some part of me does hope that all the souls go to the same place, because I think her friendship would be good for him. And if one day I get to plan their wedding, I'd be the happiest.

[ that's his otp and has been since week 0 not sorry about it

but.... ]

.... She also recorded something that I'd never heard him say before. Something sweet, probably never intended for me to hear.

That was something good, even if everything else today was difficult. Something to let me remember how much I love and miss my best friend, and... how much he loved me too, even if he was awkward at saying so. I never doubted it for a second but...

I appreciated the chance to understand just a little bit better.

[ he's so fucking valid for that they were so cute (also adellie is the cutest ship name ever)

ooh. he listens to this and it just warms his whole heart to hear it. it's nice to think about their lost souls as lost, not gone forever - so the fact that perhaps they could be reunited now is sweet. and for yves, who so deeply cherishes his friendship with adolphe, to get a little something small as a reminder of someone he's lost and lost...

while he has no doubts that yves will carry on, because he is simply yves, it's so good to hear him connect with those positives here, too. in the worst of things, there is hope, and hearing it heartens taair, too.

he'll take that lead of conversation easily, stepping into the thought of what could come after, when that story is written to the end. of the future. ellie said to remember her like she never left. fidelio taught him to mourn with joy and celebration. it relaxes him just a little further, and he smiles down into his glass. ]

I hope you get to. [ plan their wedding. ] I am sure you will give a speech there that will be most heartfelt, that would embarrass Adolphe from head to toe, and it will be beautiful. I can see it already - there won't be a dry eye in the house.

What would you want it to be like? The wedding. Tell me about it.

[ oh man his wedding planning he's been waiting for this moment - he laughs immediately ]

Well, I'd want it to be whatever Ellie wants! Adolphe has a tendency to concede to anything you want once he loves you, after all. I'm sure she'd want something where everyone she loves is there—and Adolphe, even if he'd prefer something quiet, would want her to know that she's well-loved.

So something where she's the most beautiful bride that you've ever seen. Stunning, brilliant, and the happiest she's been in centuries. Flowers as far as the eye can see, to celebrate the girl as beautiful as dancing petals.

And for Adolphe, a quiet spot. [ laughs again ] One where I'll give him a peptalk when he starts second-guessing himself, and a bar where he can knock back a glass every time he feels a headache starting to come on from all the rowdiness.

It'd have to be something like that.

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