historicals | pc catchall | turboheaven

Well you see... in my home, as beautiful as these flowers are, they're a little bit associated with the curse. If they're plucked, they can lead to someone dying—at least for the black flowers. I know that sounds scary but... the story that I was told when I was young was that Death came to our island and spoke to one of my ancestors. Death demanded that the lycoris noirges be looked after so that he could make a bouquet for his bride in the future. If the noirges were ever allowed to wilt, then he would kill everyone on the island.

I know it sounds morbid! But... [ a little bit of a sheepish laugh, fond ] The only times I remembered being loved before I came here... were with my grandfather. He'd take me by the hand and we'd go out and he'd look after these cursed flowers, and love them as much as anyone else. Isn't that the makings of a wonderful person? Someone who can love flowers, no matter what.

[ a dreamy little sigh ]

I took over him, at some point. I became the Guardian of the Lycoris, and so when I give my friends this token... I hope they remember them for the lovely flowers that are waiting to be given to the girl so loved that a bouquet has been prepared for her for generations. That they symbolize the same type of love that I feel—one that endures so patiently.

[ ah... the death part of it is all very familiar. the story about his grandfather, too - he remembers that from one of their very first conversations, yves talking with him about his halo and the gardens in the church.

and the rest... there's a tinge of something that ripples across taair that's sad, bittersweet. a love that patiently endures, huh. ]

... What a wonderful story. [ he says, quietly, and lightly turning the paper flower between his fingertips, and then smiling at him once more. ] And one very suiting of you, I think. Of our time in this place, as well.

Thank you for sharing that with me, Yves. [ a little softer. the story. the patient and enduring love. all of it. patient and enduring is all he has now, too. ] It means the world to me.

Of course.

[ and just as familiarly as always, he'll lift his arm so that he can let it settle around taair's shoulders and pull him in close ]

I don't know if you ever got to telling me what you chose, and where you're going after all this.

[ he can imagine that it still might not be ideal, and that there's some hardships with saying goodbye...

but at least a few better doors opened, didn't they? ]

[ like clockwork, he allows himself to be pulled in, and like clockwork, he leans a little into it, desperately, desperately touch starved. and! it's funny you ask that!!!

there's a tiny flicker of something small and sad that ripples through his emotions, like a stone tossed on a lake. ]

... I will be returning to the Papal States.

[ if any better doors opened, they slammed shut a long time ago. ] Iria may have one chance to try again for peace, if I am able to shift the time of my death, and I do not intend to deny it to her.

[ well, it at least sounds like it's not the immediate terrible end that yves just saw.... ]

... do you have hope for a better future then?

Of course I do. Always.

[ said warmly, with a soft smile - that is undeniable. his hope for iria's future is one of his pilot lights. his hope for himself, however... well. he doesn't specify. ]

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