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[historicals]

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[outdistanced]

[ it's confusing, to say the least. he's almost started to forget what such opulence is like - the tower has its beauty, but heaven lacks every bit. it almost feels like being home, somehow.

he'd never really liked this sort of elegance. something always feels off about it.

the stars call to him. laurence has always liked to see the sky at night, but first... maybe he'll try the tea? ]

[historicals]

[ he absolutely can do that, yes.

that sense of home contradicts, and the sense of offness remains, but... this is home. isn't it? you live here. well, maybe not... home. the place that i live, taair always says. never home.

he may try the tea, of course! the bird chirps happily at him from its perch when he comes close - the tea is a chamomile, warm and delicious, but it doesn't quite change the cold sensation that persists. ]

[outdistanced]

...I remember you.

[ a bluebird, trapped in a cage. one that sang how its predecessor never had. laurence wonders, for a second, if he should release it like the lark.

instead, he looks back at the bed, the book he'd apparently fallen asleep with. the bird and the stars can hold on a minute. what is this book. ]

[historicals]

[ the bird chirps happily at being recognized, hopping on its perch.

laurence can look at the book, sure! it is a historical treatise upon the irian revolution, 986 - a thin volume. the moment he picks it up, he will feel a cold chill down his back, and the air in the room begins to feel a little oppressive, but nothing else changes. the bluebird begins to sing. ]

[outdistanced]

[ it sends a shiver down his spine. that strangely familiar feeling, of home no longer being home, once everything you'd once known to be true shattered around you.

his grip tightens on the book. a quick glance at the bird, singing away as if nothing in the world could matter, then at the door, and quickly he flips through the book to find his place. that feeling started with this book. the answer for why has to be in it. ]

[historicals]

[ he can read the book to his heart's content!

The book itself details the true story of the Miner's Rebellion.

The Papal States' subjugation of the Irians reached a boiling point in 985. Mistreatment of the nation's peoples and resources under the ruthless rule of the States sparked a rebellion, and Iria declared its independence from the Papal States and reclaimed its rightful ownership of its land and luxite resources from the interference of foreign powers.

A bit further down the page, it continues to describe something about the royal family of the State of Iria, but the longer laurence looks at it, the more his vision begins to blur. the cold feeling continues, spreads down his spine and through his fingers, and the words on the page turn to splatters of black ink where he holds it, then reform right before his eyes, blurring and shifting on the page.

The royal family of Iria was ██████ ██ ███ ███████ █████ ██ ███ ███████ █████████ ███ █████ ███ ██████ ███ ███ █████ ███████ in danger, but thankfully, with the help of the Papal States, the aristocrats and royals of the state of Iria were spared from the atrocities of the rebels led by Faris. ██████ ██ ███ ███████ █████ ██ await the return of the ██████ ██ ███ ███████ █████ ██ Prince Taair Khalisa Nasir ██████ ██ ███ ███████ █████ ████████ ██ ███ ███████ █████ ██

the bird continues to sing. ]

[outdistanced]

[ he remembers this passage. the cold feeling that went through him when he first learned the truth - no, not him, at all, but familiar enough. as the page starts to change, words dancing on the page, he blinks several times to try to rid himself of the blurriness, staring down at it in confusion.

history rewritten before his eyes. truths hidden away from those who should know the most, who are in the most danger for it.

laurence closes the book. sets it down on the bed and backs away, closing his eyes to listen to the bird for just a moment longer. ]

...Are you even going to know what to do if I open that cage?

[ if it's anything like him, that cage is its whole world, all its ever known. would it rather sing in safety, like laurence himself had always preferred? ]