[ WE LOVE HELPING THE ENVIRONMENT!! yves just grins with the accepted hug and gives a very warm and loving one! he gives good hugs!
he'll let go when the train approaches, but he'll keep an arm slung around zuriel's shoulders because he's truly just living in a constant state of affection week. WHAT'S THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE I REALIZED I CAN ASK!!!!
[ that's fine! they actually are a touchy person, but they don't initiate first until they know a person better. they do not shrug him off, and this looks hilarious because he is so much taller than they are. ]
I was out there earlier, but I didn't look around too much. I haven't really been to the beach before.
[ thank you, yves, as long as you're comfy. exploring time! like first they have to get on the train, but still. ]
There are beaches, but they're not very close to where I am. It's inconvenient most of the time. [ but they will drag him to have a seat as the train begins to pull away from the station. ] But I'm guessing it's different for you.
[ I SEE AN OPENING FOR SOMETHING I ACTUALLY WANTED TO TALK TO THE NPCS ABOUT I'M TAKING IT
anyway yves seems to think the same - actually snapping out of his ditzyass ways for a second before looking over ]
Oh. I actually wanted to ask about that... Horses don't really like me because of - [ makes a quick, vague gesture toward the left side of his face. black lace over discolored skin ]
Is there... a reason why I still have a scar even in death?
[ proud of you. but they peer at his face for a moment, looking over the scar. ]
... I don't know for certain, but if I had to guess it's because in order for this to work, God had to take you as you were. If it wasn't life-threatening, because of the precarious situation of potentially sending you back, they didn't want to meddle too much. After all, wouldn't it be difficult to explain why your scar was missing when you returned?
[ is that okay to ask god? is it okay to be selfish even in this time that he's supposed to be seeking redemption? maybe it won't even matter if he isn't able to pass their test but ]
You have... files on us, right? So there's already an understanding of the type of person we are? [ then... softly, like he's a little ashamed, but so fearfully truthfully: ] ... I don't want to go back to life if I still can't be loved.
We have the same files you do, and we know a little more but we're still learning about you. Plus, I'd rather hear things from you directly. [ except for maybe this because this feels so sad, actually. ]
... do people treat you so differently just because of that scar? [ don't like that. feels bad. ]
[ the same files, huh... yves pauses for a second, and it's a rare moment where it feels like he even somewhat has a guard. even slightly has a sense of restraint. ]
... sorry. It's a sad story. I don't want to hurt you.
[ and it's still because he doesn't want to make someone else sad ]
[ why is gamaliel intruding on my thread get out of here. ]
As if I've never heard sad stories before. [ but they sense that bit of wariness anyhow. ] But it's yours to tell if you want to or not. I'll listen if you'd like, but you don't have to if you'd rather keep it to yourself for now.
[ they open their mouth, but close it gently. probably. it's hard to say what with the glowing form. ]
Let's get to the beach first, and we can talk more.
[ they say this because the train enters the fog... and poof! they both immediately fall asleep for the rest of the ride there.
when they awaken, the train is stopped at the station in bikini bottom. zuriel opens their eyes, sitting up from where they fell asleep leaning against him. ]
Fun things to get used to. [ they do want to continue this line of discussion, but they would also like to get off this train. as such, they will lead him out and pick it up again. ]
NOT THE FALLING ASLEEP!! YVES WAKES UP, CONFUSED, mumbling to himself wondering if all trains do that.... yves will follow after and let himself be led out, but he will also reach for zuriel's hand.... he got used to being close ]
Ahaha, do you think that I'm the type of person to take everything on myself?
[ shakes his head... ]
Monsieur Lucas taught me a lot growing up, and I hold onto his teachings everyday. My partner, Hugo, was like my other half. He took really good care of me, and made sure I wouldn't get in over my head.
Adolphe is my other best friend - and he'd always be a great leader, who helps me get out of my head when I'm overthinking things.
I don't open up to everyone, because it's more often that they need things from me and don't want to get close to someone that they think is cursed. But for the people who stick around... they're really good to me.
[ GOOD MORNING. anyway yeah, it's fine, they can hold hands on their lil walky to the beach. ]
I think you're the type of person who thinks the best of the people around you without realizing just how people might think about you in a positive way, because you've had other people express sentiments about you based on very shallow interpretations of who you are as a person. [ OKAY. ] So no, maybe not someone who takes on everything yourself, but someone who doesn't always take the right amount of credit for the things you already do.
[ walking along... but huh. ]
Oh. The three of you are from the same place. [ they sort of knew, but having the confirmation is something else. ] I don't think there's anything wrong with having a smaller group of people you trust. Especially when it comes to situations other people might not understand. [ also hold on, sorry, back up. ] ... I'm sorry, cursed?
[ he takes all this in, and he thinks that some of it's fair and some of it... isn't. because it's not right to say that yves doesn't know the effect he has on people and the way they react to him. because even if he's not always fully aware, he's always conscious of it.
to receive love, he has to be someone who can be loved. it is an active choice, every day, to be kind. to be sweet. ]
I think I have to start from the beginning. Is that okay?
[ here's the thing. zuriel is great at making judgments of character. they just aren't always accurate even if they seem to think they are until proven otherwise. but they don't mind if yves doesn't agree, distracted already because he said "curse." ]
It would be a confusing story if you started in the middle, I think. The beginning's fine.
I was born to a family in Coene. Commoners. For most of my childhood, I lived a happy life with my parents and my grandfather. But... one day, when I went to play with some of my friends in the orphanage, a fire broke out. A lot of people died... but I tried to help who I could. Though... I did get burned pretty badly from it.
[ and with his free hand, unconsciously, it drifts vaguely toward his face before settles on fussing with his own hair instead ]
... it's not - a normal burn. People couldn't look at me. My own parents... thought I was possessed by something. A demon. So they— [ a beat, an abbreviation, an act of brutality he won't say out loud but can be inferred ]
At least, the orphanage took me in before I succumbed to my injuries. But even then... no one talked to me. They only pitied me. It was only when a kind merchant gave me a beautiful mask, even though I couldn't even pay him at all... that people started to react to me better.
[ . . . ]
But I want to be loved. The type of love my parents had. It just... never works out. Even if I'm kind - everyone who's shown an interest in me takes off running if I remove my mask.
So I wanted a body that didn't have this scar. That doesn't look cursed. That... could be loved.
[ it's why he asks after reincarnation or if god can fix him. he'd do anything at all just to have someone, anyone, love him as broken as he is ]
[ they take all of this into account, watching him closely as he tells this story and filling in the blanks themselves. this actually kind of makes them angry, because it's not like this changed yves as a person? (that they know of.) so to be abandoned just because of something out of his control...
of course he wants to be loved. ]
It feels like being punished for trying to be a good person. [ which seems extraordinarily unfair. ] Why... would people think it was a demon? If a fire broke out at the orphanage, other people must have known what happened there.
... do you think it could be love if something like that could deter a person?
[ a small intake of breath, like there's an answer but he himself doesn't like ]
... they blamed it on someone staying at the orphanage. But it wasn't her fault. [ immediate and adamant ] But if they already distrusted someone there, and then I got caught in what they saw as a horrible accident... they can think I'm Death's puppet because of the mark left on me.
[ but. ]
I don't know, but I wish I got a chance to find out. If I wasn't scarred, then I could still try to find love in the same trial and error as everyone else. Instead of... error error error.
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he'll let go when the train approaches, but he'll keep an arm slung around zuriel's shoulders because he's truly just living in a constant state of affection week. WHAT'S THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE I REALIZED I CAN ASK!!!!
off to the train! ]
You got it! Have you been already?
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I was out there earlier, but I didn't look around too much. I haven't really been to the beach before.
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it's fine!! that's comfortable enough for yves. ]
You haven't? Not from somewhere with a coast?
[ their shitty little island is just. surrounded by coast so ]
Let's go exploring then.
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There are beaches, but they're not very close to where I am. It's inconvenient most of the time. [ but they will drag him to have a seat as the train begins to pull away from the station. ] But I'm guessing it's different for you.
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Haha, the whole island was surrounded by water on every end, after all. Though it varied from cliffsides to beaches.
But this... I've never been on one of these before! I've never gone to a totally different place...!
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Ever? Do you not have trains on your island?
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[ laughs nostalgically ]
Though horses don't really like me very much...
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anyway yves seems to think the same - actually snapping out of his ditzyass ways for a second before looking over ]
Oh. I actually wanted to ask about that... Horses don't really like me because of - [ makes a quick, vague gesture toward the left side of his face. black lace over discolored skin ]
Is there... a reason why I still have a scar even in death?
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... I don't know for certain, but if I had to guess it's because in order for this to work, God had to take you as you were. If it wasn't life-threatening, because of the precarious situation of potentially sending you back, they didn't want to meddle too much. After all, wouldn't it be difficult to explain why your scar was missing when you returned?
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But is that possible? To go back without my scar?
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I don't want to promise what I don't know for certain, Yves. But if you ask God, maybe there's something they can do. Is that what you want most?
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[ is that okay to ask god? is it okay to be selfish even in this time that he's supposed to be seeking redemption? maybe it won't even matter if he isn't able to pass their test but ]
You have... files on us, right? So there's already an understanding of the type of person we are? [ then... softly, like he's a little ashamed, but so fearfully truthfully: ] ... I don't want to go back to life if I still can't be loved.
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We have the same files you do, and we know a little more but we're still learning about you. Plus, I'd rather hear things from you directly. [ except for maybe this because this feels so sad, actually. ]
... do people treat you so differently just because of that scar? [ don't like that. feels bad. ]
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[ the same files, huh... yves pauses for a second, and it's a rare moment where it feels like he even somewhat has a guard. even slightly has a sense of restraint. ]
... sorry. It's a sad story. I don't want to hurt you.
[ and it's still because he doesn't want to make someone else sad ]
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As if I've never heard sad stories before. [ but they sense that bit of wariness anyhow. ] But it's yours to tell if you want to or not. I'll listen if you'd like, but you don't have to if you'd rather keep it to yourself for now.
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but!! yves shakes his head ]
It's okay. I know that some people have trouble opening up to strangers, and I do want to be someone you can talk to and rely on too, Zuriel.
And I think... if I'm supposed to be working on redemption and reflection, it'd be running away if I didn't talk about it at some point.
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Let's get to the beach first, and we can talk more.
[ they say this because the train enters the fog... and poof! they both immediately fall asleep for the rest of the ride there.
when they awaken, the train is stopped at the station in bikini bottom. zuriel opens their eyes, sitting up from where they fell asleep leaning against him. ]
Fun things to get used to. [ they do want to continue this line of discussion, but they would also like to get off this train. as such, they will lead him out and pick it up again. ]
How often do you rely on people yourself?
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NOT THE FALLING ASLEEP!! YVES WAKES UP, CONFUSED, mumbling to himself wondering if all trains do that.... yves will follow after and let himself be led out, but he will also reach for zuriel's hand.... he got used to being close ]
Ahaha, do you think that I'm the type of person to take everything on myself?
[ shakes his head... ]
Monsieur Lucas taught me a lot growing up, and I hold onto his teachings everyday. My partner, Hugo, was like my other half. He took really good care of me, and made sure I wouldn't get in over my head.
Adolphe is my other best friend - and he'd always be a great leader, who helps me get out of my head when I'm overthinking things.
I don't open up to everyone, because it's more often that they need things from me and don't want to get close to someone that they think is cursed. But for the people who stick around... they're really good to me.
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I think you're the type of person who thinks the best of the people around you without realizing just how people might think about you in a positive way, because you've had other people express sentiments about you based on very shallow interpretations of who you are as a person. [ OKAY. ] So no, maybe not someone who takes on everything yourself, but someone who doesn't always take the right amount of credit for the things you already do.
[ walking along... but huh. ]
Oh. The three of you are from the same place. [ they sort of knew, but having the confirmation is something else. ] I don't think there's anything wrong with having a smaller group of people you trust. Especially when it comes to situations other people might not understand. [ also hold on, sorry, back up. ] ... I'm sorry, cursed?
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[ he takes all this in, and he thinks that some of it's fair and some of it... isn't. because it's not right to say that yves doesn't know the effect he has on people and the way they react to him. because even if he's not always fully aware, he's always conscious of it.
to receive love, he has to be someone who can be loved. it is an active choice, every day, to be kind. to be sweet. ]
I think I have to start from the beginning. Is that okay?
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It would be a confusing story if you started in the middle, I think. The beginning's fine.
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[ and with his free hand, unconsciously, it drifts vaguely toward his face before settles on fussing with his own hair instead ]
... it's not - a normal burn. People couldn't look at me. My own parents... thought I was possessed by something. A demon. So they— [ a beat, an abbreviation, an act of brutality he won't say out loud but can be inferred ]
At least, the orphanage took me in before I succumbed to my injuries. But even then... no one talked to me. They only pitied me. It was only when a kind merchant gave me a beautiful mask, even though I couldn't even pay him at all... that people started to react to me better.
[ . . . ]
But I want to be loved. The type of love my parents had. It just... never works out. Even if I'm kind - everyone who's shown an interest in me takes off running if I remove my mask.
So I wanted a body that didn't have this scar. That doesn't look cursed. That... could be loved.
[ it's why he asks after reincarnation or if god can fix him. he'd do anything at all just to have someone, anyone, love him as broken as he is ]
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of course he wants to be loved. ]
It feels like being punished for trying to be a good person. [ which seems extraordinarily unfair. ] Why... would people think it was a demon? If a fire broke out at the orphanage, other people must have known what happened there.
... do you think it could be love if something like that could deter a person?
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... they blamed it on someone staying at the orphanage. But it wasn't her fault. [ immediate and adamant ] But if they already distrusted someone there, and then I got caught in what they saw as a horrible accident... they can think I'm Death's puppet because of the mark left on me.
[ but. ]
I don't know, but I wish I got a chance to find out. If I wasn't scarred, then I could still try to find love in the same trial and error as everyone else. Instead of... error error error.
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