[ ...maybe he had heard it before, or maybe it's just that it sounds so perfectly taair that it only feels like it. of course that would be a dream of his.
fidelio smiles, giving his hand a light squeeze and tracing his thumb over his. ]
Yeah, that sounds like your kind of dream, all right.
Glad you've had the chance to make some of it real in spite of everything.
I will treasure nights like those at the tavern - and moments like these, too - forever.
[ it's said softly, with so much genuine weight - amplified by the little brush of his thumb against his. There are days here when I forget how it feels to be lonely.
no matter what happens this week, no matter what does or doesn't work out, no matter if he manages to succeed at being 'redeemed', whatever that means, those experiences have painted a chance at a life for taair beyond just revival. once upon a time, a simple night in a rainy cavern had been the single highlight of his life, and here, he's gotten to live similar nearly every day. amidst all of the horrors, it's a wonderful thing, to achieve a dream.
gently, taair returns the little squeeze, turning his head to look at him properly - seated, not so far apart in height. ] ...Thank you, for being a part of it.
[ and then exhales, sitting back against his seat with an airy laugh. ]
I was hoping we'd be able to spend an evening at the bonfire with everyone before our judgement day, but. Well. The beach has disappeared! [ with a helpless little laugh because like what a stupid problem to have. the entity sucks ] But that's alright. I think one last sendoff will be even more wonderful at the tavern, even if it's a tight fit.
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fidelio smiles, giving his hand a light squeeze and tracing his thumb over his. ]
Yeah, that sounds like your kind of dream, all right.
Glad you've had the chance to make some of it real in spite of everything.
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[ it's said softly, with so much genuine weight - amplified by the little brush of his thumb against his. There are days here when I forget how it feels to be lonely.
no matter what happens this week, no matter what does or doesn't work out, no matter if he manages to succeed at being 'redeemed', whatever that means, those experiences have painted a chance at a life for taair beyond just revival. once upon a time, a simple night in a rainy cavern had been the single highlight of his life, and here, he's gotten to live similar nearly every day. amidst all of the horrors, it's a wonderful thing, to achieve a dream.
gently, taair returns the little squeeze, turning his head to look at him properly - seated, not so far apart in height. ] ...Thank you, for being a part of it.
[ and then exhales, sitting back against his seat with an airy laugh. ]
I was hoping we'd be able to spend an evening at the bonfire with everyone before our judgement day, but. Well. The beach has disappeared! [ with a helpless little laugh because like what a stupid problem to have. the entity sucks ] But that's alright. I think one last sendoff will be even more wonderful at the tavern, even if it's a tight fit.
I hope you'll sing for us, again, Fidelio.