[ he also adores yves, so he can only be so annoyed.
though now there's a different flavour of embarrassment as he looks at the setup around them and realises taair probably didn't even understand what he was so flustered about before. ]
Ah...
[ he nods... ]
Yeah, this is... well, it's a pretty typical setup for that sort of thing. Wine and flowers and all.
[ yeah unfortunately sometimes "what were you shut up in a tower your whole life" is reality but also dating is a very modern concept for a ye olde
he glances down at his glass again, back out at the flowers... and then after a moment, lets out a soft huff of a laugh. the warmth (and embarrassment, both at the situation and at himself) doesn't quite fade, and all in all, it's good natured.
there's another little pause, and then he admits, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth: ] ...It is very nice.
[ gazes at whatever the fuck metaphor even is... ye olde 1960s
there's a pause, then he nods again. ]
Yeah, it is.
[ he takes a sip of wine, averting his eyes. the warm feelings aren't going anywhere, but the embarrassment and anxiety are twisting into something directed a lot more sharply inward.
he's not a self conscious person for the most part; just uncomfortable with being painted as something better than he thinks he is, usually. but he's also never come close to a situation like this; despite his feelings for junah, he'd never once considered that she might actually return them. he accepted years ago that that kind of thing just wasn't in the cards for someone like him, and that was fine. he had more important things to do anyway.
but he... doesn't now, really. here there are party games and curses and gossip and he's having to contend with the fact that he really doesn't fit into any of that. now he worries that he's putting people in an uncomfortable spot just by being in the middle of all that with them. ]
...Don't have to look at it that way if you don't want to, though. Can just think of it as two friends sharin' a bottle, I won't be offended none.
[ 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.
the combination of it all — the feelings, the touch, the words — are enough to put the worst of his concerns at rest for the moment. still some complicated emotions there, sure, but that's probably never going to change. taair will be able to feel the heavy weight lightening as he exhales just as well as he does.
probably good that this happened on a week where he didn't have to say any of this out loud himself.
...he cracks a little smile at the caveat he's given. ]
Well, not like I have either. S'pose that means we've both got free rein to fuck it up with no one bein' the wiser.
Really? Well! Then, we shall have to just figure it out together.
[ there's genuine surprise there, but it's struck through with a little effervescence and giddiness - it's a little silly because this whole situation is silly, but there's an undeniable joy to it, too. it's nice, to know a first experience is a first experience across both parties, after all. a new adventure, and his life is full of many, many, many new adventures, and nothing is more wonderful than one shared. getting fidelio to smile makes his grow, too, and there's a corresponding pleased light to his eyes, crinkled at the corners with his smile.
and with that, taair leaaaaans back to try and peer over at the pillars.... and once he's determined there's no one actually hiding there, comes back with a laugh, as light as air. ]
And, to make matters better - no one is the wiser indeed! I was half afraid I might see a pair of wings poking out from behind the column. [ so they are in fact, alone. ] Thank goodness that's not the case.
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though now there's a different flavour of embarrassment as he looks at the setup around them and realises taair probably didn't even understand what he was so flustered about before. ]
Ah...
[ he nods... ]
Yeah, this is... well, it's a pretty typical setup for that sort of thing. Wine and flowers and all.
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he glances down at his glass again, back out at the flowers... and then after a moment, lets out a soft huff of a laugh. the warmth (and embarrassment, both at the situation and at himself) doesn't quite fade, and all in all, it's good natured.
there's another little pause, and then he admits, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth: ] ...It is very nice.
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there's a pause, then he nods again. ]
Yeah, it is.
[ he takes a sip of wine, averting his eyes. the warm feelings aren't going anywhere, but the embarrassment and anxiety are twisting into something directed a lot more sharply inward.
he's not a self conscious person for the most part; just uncomfortable with being painted as something better than he thinks he is, usually. but he's also never come close to a situation like this; despite his feelings for junah, he'd never once considered that she might actually return them. he accepted years ago that that kind of thing just wasn't in the cards for someone like him, and that was fine. he had more important things to do anyway.
but he... doesn't now, really. here there are party games and curses and gossip and he's having to contend with the fact that he really doesn't fit into any of that. now he worries that he's putting people in an uncomfortable spot just by being in the middle of all that with them. ]
...Don't have to look at it that way if you don't want to, though. Can just think of it as two friends sharin' a bottle, I won't be offended none.
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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.
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the combination of it all — the feelings, the touch, the words — are enough to put the worst of his concerns at rest for the moment. still some complicated emotions there, sure, but that's probably never going to change. taair will be able to feel the heavy weight lightening as he exhales just as well as he does.
probably good that this happened on a week where he didn't have to say any of this out loud himself.
...he cracks a little smile at the caveat he's given. ]
Well, not like I have either. S'pose that means we've both got free rein to fuck it up with no one bein' the wiser.
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[ there's genuine surprise there, but it's struck through with a little effervescence and giddiness - it's a little silly because this whole situation is silly, but there's an undeniable joy to it, too. it's nice, to know a first experience is a first experience across both parties, after all. a new adventure, and his life is full of many, many, many new adventures, and nothing is more wonderful than one shared. getting fidelio to smile makes his grow, too, and there's a corresponding pleased light to his eyes, crinkled at the corners with his smile.
and with that, taair leaaaaans back to try and peer over at the pillars.... and once he's determined there's no one actually hiding there, comes back with a laugh, as light as air. ]
And, to make matters better - no one is the wiser indeed! I was half afraid I might see a pair of wings poking out from behind the column. [ so they are in fact, alone. ] Thank goodness that's not the case.
I think we'll figure it out just fine.