we are going out of the window. it's a little funny. how many times has taair dreamt of leaping from his tower? in his loneliest nights, he would climb out to the roof of the palace and sit and stare at the world he could never join - he would dream of turning into a bird, of flying as far as his wings could carry him to iria, to his freedom, to escape.
now, passing the child over - he turns his body to try and shield him from the sound of the explosion down below, and helps swaddle with trembling hands. it's setting huohuo down all over again, kissing her forehead and walking away. it's another innocent life. its the skeletons curled around the children in the sewers. but taair trusts richie in this lifetime, in any lifetime, and so he nods, stumbling back to look at the debris and smoke down below, hand resting on the frame for a brief moment.
and with that, he gets to live a dream, in a twisted kind of way - in that he closes his eyes, and without any fear of falling, without any chance of flight, he jumps, too. it's the fire or the fall; in one of them, for a few blissful, ice cold moments, he gets to be free. ]
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we are going out of the window. it's a little funny. how many times has taair dreamt of leaping from his tower? in his loneliest nights, he would climb out to the roof of the palace and sit and stare at the world he could never join - he would dream of turning into a bird, of flying as far as his wings could carry him to iria, to his freedom, to escape.
now, passing the child over - he turns his body to try and shield him from the sound of the explosion down below, and helps swaddle with trembling hands. it's setting huohuo down all over again, kissing her forehead and walking away. it's another innocent life. its the skeletons curled around the children in the sewers. but taair trusts richie in this lifetime, in any lifetime, and so he nods, stumbling back to look at the debris and smoke down below, hand resting on the frame for a brief moment.
and with that, he gets to live a dream, in a twisted kind of way - in that he closes his eyes, and without any fear of falling, without any chance of flight, he jumps, too. it's the fire or the fall; in one of them, for a few blissful, ice cold moments, he gets to be free. ]