[ ooh, that twist resonates a bit, but on taair's end, it's not so much anxiety as it is a gentle wisp of concern and care.
fidelio's anxiety is not at all unfamiliar to taair at this point - he's felt in a variety of situations without emotionshare, from injured brothers to terrible trials to told stories and curfew nights. they've sat together through many terrible events, and sometimes, he worries that maybe he can't do enough to help, that whatever words he can conjure are clumsy or ineffective, when all he wants is to soothe some of that away, to help some of the sorrow. more of those moments from monday, where the world faded away into a song.
from a further perspective, he's thankful for the insight, because that inward focusing hairpin turn is something he might have never noticed, before, and it gives him a better view of what fidelio might be thinking - he's quiet for a moment, and turns his gaze to look at his side profile where they've settled, while fidelio looks away. ]
... I think...
[ i want you to fight that birdcage, a little more.
the future has often been on his mind, as of late. it's easy to slide into the background, week by week, to march onwards towards his inevitable fate - to remember that every choice he makes here is a temporary one, that this moment of freedom is fleeting, but it is his, and with all the weight of the world finally pulled away for a few moments, maybe it's alright to want something small, something sweet. he'd even told daigo, before the events of last week began, that it was part of what he loved about this place. maybe it's better to think about the now. maybe it always is.
taair looks at him for another moment, long, and... turns his face away, back outwards, but there's a small, soft smile on his face, and his emotions are tender. warm and honest - there's the slightest hesitation, before he reaches out to set a hand on his arm, delicate fingers, gentle touch.
as ever, he's sincere and genuine. that never changes. ]
...I think I'd like to enjoy the evening exactly as it was presented to us. [ not as just two friends sharing a bottle, but... like this. flowers, wine, the whole nine yards. a date. ] Let's see where it goes.
[ his ears are still pink; fidelio can see the way his mouth twitches a little into something more privately amused, and he remarks, wry to lighten the mood just a little - ] Though, I've never been on a date before. You may have to tell me if I do something wrong. Or terribly embarrassing.
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fidelio's anxiety is not at all unfamiliar to taair at this point - he's felt in a variety of situations without emotionshare, from injured brothers to terrible trials to told stories and curfew nights. they've sat together through many terrible events, and sometimes, he worries that maybe he can't do enough to help, that whatever words he can conjure are clumsy or ineffective, when all he wants is to soothe some of that away, to help some of the sorrow. more of those moments from monday, where the world faded away into a song.
from a further perspective, he's thankful for the insight, because that inward focusing hairpin turn is something he might have never noticed, before, and it gives him a better view of what fidelio might be thinking - he's quiet for a moment, and turns his gaze to look at his side profile where they've settled, while fidelio looks away. ]
... I think...
[ i want you to fight that birdcage, a little more.
the future has often been on his mind, as of late. it's easy to slide into the background, week by week, to march onwards towards his inevitable fate - to remember that every choice he makes here is a temporary one, that this moment of freedom is fleeting, but it is his, and with all the weight of the world finally pulled away for a few moments, maybe it's alright to want something small, something sweet. he'd even told daigo, before the events of last week began, that it was part of what he loved about this place. maybe it's better to think about the now. maybe it always is.
taair looks at him for another moment, long, and... turns his face away, back outwards, but there's a small, soft smile on his face, and his emotions are tender. warm and honest - there's the slightest hesitation, before he reaches out to set a hand on his arm, delicate fingers, gentle touch.
as ever, he's sincere and genuine. that never changes. ]
...I think I'd like to enjoy the evening exactly as it was presented to us. [ not as just two friends sharing a bottle, but... like this. flowers, wine, the whole nine yards. a date. ] Let's see where it goes.
[ his ears are still pink; fidelio can see the way his mouth twitches a little into something more privately amused, and he remarks, wry to lighten the mood just a little - ] Though, I've never been on a date before. You may have to tell me if I do something wrong. Or terribly embarrassing.