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historicals) wrote2025-02-08 03:58 pm
historicals) wrote2025-02-08 03:58 pm
pc catchall | turboheaven | yves
seems like their vibe
seems like their vibe
seems like their vibe
seems like their vibe
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okay. well
listen!!! lISTEN this is extremely embarrassing, and there was actually nothing he could do to properly steel himself for it. taair starts to turn pink at the ears, and then at the cheeks, and then eventually from forehead down to his chin, straight down to the white collar of his shirt, and by the end of this he is hiding a little behind his book again, half slumped down in the chair.
he opens his mouth. closes it. flounders for a second.
and then eventually manages to squeak out a - ] Thorough indeed.
[ MY GOD. there might as well be steam coming out of his ears he needs a second. ]
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yves is of course so content with this, just propping up his chin on his hand as he watches taair absolutely disappear. he's so assured, and there's not a moment where the absolute adoration from him ceases. there's no doubt that every last one of these statements comes from a place of sincerity. how easily yves loves, but also how thoroughly.
he places a piece of paper down, and the ten things are written on it admittedly with not as much detail because he freestyled it aloud ]
And I recorded at least these first ten for your own files and recollection. [ :3c ]
But I can always keep going?
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[ radiant above. this is all very embarrassing, and his emotions clearly reflect that as he pulls the book slowly down away from his face and actually sets it down, but underneath that thick layer of catholic embarrassment is something very, very touched. he almost doesn't know what to do with himself, with all of this kindness, and with slightly fluttering hands, he sets one fingertip on the paper and pulls it closer to himself.
embarrassing. ]
...you are too kind, Yves. Truly. I - thank you. You honor me.
[ it's just - it's hard, sometimes. it's hard to be a person when you've never been one, no matter how bad you want to be. none of this changes the outlook of his fate, but it is such a heartening, strange feeling, to know how it is to be loved, to be cherished as taair. not as your highness. not as a chess piece, dangling marionette on a puppet string, pretty songbird in a cage, but as taair. for his good and bad pieces.
he swallows, hard, tucking a lock of his hair behind his ear. ]
...I apologize for being a little fussy. [ eventually, but he says it with a smile, a soft echo of fondness. ] But... I see what you're trying to say.