the karaoke image makes him smile; that was something he'd wanted to share with some of the people who hadn't been around for it. ]
With Yves coming back, I'd be a lot more surprised if we didn't have one. You really think he's gonna let everyone go their separate ways without a proper celebration of the time spent here?
[ taking his seat on the train... he'd gotten so used to being slowed down by that broken foot the past few weeks that it's kind of surprising seeing again how little time it normally takes to move from place to place here. ]
What, for this place, you mean?
[ back in his own it had been writing his history book and travelling the world, hadn't it? but he feels like he can sort of guess what other things he'd be dreaming of now that he's in a place where he's surrounded by friends every day, even if he hasn't heard the exact words. ]
For this place, and before. Completing my book, of course, is one, but... truthfully, I had one other.
[ his voice softens a little, and he looks out of the window of the train, out at the strange scenery of their shifted and changed locations rolling by. ]
...When the loneliness would get too unbearable, I used to climb up on the roof of the palace outside of my room, and dream that I was a bird - and that I'd fly all over Iria, and see all of the sights there were to see. But... more than that.
The part of it I dreamed the most of was that I could land, and make friends everywhere that I went. And those friends would become true, wonderful companions - or maybe they would not. Maybe we would only meet for a night or two at a time. A few weeks. But I would dream that I could meet new people and travel with them all day, then make camp and sit around the fire all night, laughing and sharing stories and memories and drinks.
[ a simple dream, really. the dreams of friendship, the dreams of company, for a lonely bird trapped in a cage, too far from society to ever experience its simple joys. ]
...It amazes me, how much of that I've been able to achieve in this place. Looking back on it in retrospective feels like a dream in and of itself.
[ ...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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the karaoke image makes him smile; that was something he'd wanted to share with some of the people who hadn't been around for it. ]
With Yves coming back, I'd be a lot more surprised if we didn't have one. You really think he's gonna let everyone go their separate ways without a proper celebration of the time spent here?
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Oh, certainly not. [ warmly. he seems content to settle into a moment of warm silence for a little while, settling in on the train. but, eventually: ]
...Those have been some of my favorite moments, here. Did I ever tell you what my dream was, Fidelio?
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What, for this place, you mean?
[ back in his own it had been writing his history book and travelling the world, hadn't it? but he feels like he can sort of guess what other things he'd be dreaming of now that he's in a place where he's surrounded by friends every day, even if he hasn't heard the exact words. ]
What was it?
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[ his voice softens a little, and he looks out of the window of the train, out at the strange scenery of their shifted and changed locations rolling by. ]
...When the loneliness would get too unbearable, I used to climb up on the roof of the palace outside of my room, and dream that I was a bird - and that I'd fly all over Iria, and see all of the sights there were to see. But... more than that.
The part of it I dreamed the most of was that I could land, and make friends everywhere that I went. And those friends would become true, wonderful companions - or maybe they would not. Maybe we would only meet for a night or two at a time. A few weeks. But I would dream that I could meet new people and travel with them all day, then make camp and sit around the fire all night, laughing and sharing stories and memories and drinks.
[ a simple dream, really. the dreams of friendship, the dreams of company, for a lonely bird trapped in a cage, too far from society to ever experience its simple joys. ]
...It amazes me, how much of that I've been able to achieve in this place. Looking back on it in retrospective feels like a dream in and of itself.
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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.