[He looks up and sees a beautiful woman dressed in white. With a gentle touch, she cups a hand around one of his cheeks and swipes her thumb under his eye, wiping away his tears. She is almost ethereal in her beauty. A divine vision, sent here to save him from his misery.
[ anyone in iria would know this face, let alone a child of the royal family. the ethereal beauty of bishop caris, voice of the hierophant, the one who brings the radiant's light to the nation. normally, he sees her giving church services, or talking kindly to his parents.
there is no reason to be afraid. (even if somewhere, maybe, deep in his core, he knows he should hesitate.)
the tiny baby taair's face crumples against the soft silk pressed to his cheek, and he hiccups, reaching his arms up to be taken to her light, to her safety. ]
[She wraps her arms around him in a warm embrace, gently running her hands through his hair to soothe him. He's not alone. He doesn't have to be alone. The radiant has sent someone to save him.]
You're safe now, Taair. [her voice is soft. a welcome break from the horrors he has just witnessed.] Come with me, and you won't have to worry about a thing.
[ he says, voice tiny and reedy - baby bird song - but curls his fingers into caris' clothes, into fine familiar fabrics, into the light of the radiant. she will keep him safe. she can't bring his mom and dad back, but, surely, she'll keep him safe. ]
[There is a lack of shock and horror in her tone, knowing that the king and queen have died. Not even a hint of sorrow. But that's alright, because her arms are warm and safe. Nothing like the terrible men who struck his parents down.]
It's time to go home, Taair.
[And still held tightly in her embrace, Taair will feel himself beginning to sink. The darkness begins to cannibalize the room, shrouding it in shadows while his surroundings take another shape. The only hint of light comes from Caris herself, bathed in the light of the radiant, and the glittering gold columns that now loom over them.]
[ this is home. isn't it? it's the last thing he thinks, a question whispered to the wind of the darkness as the palace begins to fade. there's nothing to do but to hold onto lady caris, to curl his fingers tight in her clothes.
competent jailers never answer questions, after all. he buries her face in her shoulder, in safety, in the light and warmth of the sanctuary, of the radiant and it is only when he sees gold that he finally looks up again from beyond her shoulders. ]
[Over her shoulders, he sees opulent columns of gold and pristine white walls. His savior sets him down then, patting his head before she leaves him completely. Like a beloved pet.
And it is at that moment that Taair realizes that he isn't looking at gold columns, but the gold bars of a gilded cage. Caris now stands on the other side of them, smiling at him with empty eyes.]
You're safe here, Taair. You don't have to worry about a thing ever again.
[Who needs a puppet who can think for itself, after all?
Before he can react to this, though, the ground falls away from under his tiny feet and he finds himself falling into the abyss. Goodbye.]
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There is a promise of safety in her arms.]
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there is no reason to be afraid. (even if somewhere, maybe, deep in his core, he knows he should hesitate.)
the tiny baby taair's face crumples against the soft silk pressed to his cheek, and he hiccups, reaching his arms up to be taken to her light, to her safety. ]
L... Lady Caris...
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You're safe now, Taair. [her voice is soft. a welcome break from the horrors he has just witnessed.] Come with me, and you won't have to worry about a thing.
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[ he says, voice tiny and reedy - baby bird song - but curls his fingers into caris' clothes, into fine familiar fabrics, into the light of the radiant. she will keep him safe. she can't bring his mom and dad back, but, surely, she'll keep him safe. ]
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[There is a lack of shock and horror in her tone, knowing that the king and queen have died. Not even a hint of sorrow. But that's alright, because her arms are warm and safe. Nothing like the terrible men who struck his parents down.]
It's time to go home, Taair.
[And still held tightly in her embrace, Taair will feel himself beginning to sink. The darkness begins to cannibalize the room, shrouding it in shadows while his surroundings take another shape. The only hint of light comes from Caris herself, bathed in the light of the radiant, and the glittering gold columns that now loom over them.]
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competent jailers never answer questions, after all. he buries her face in her shoulder, in safety, in the light and warmth of the sanctuary, of the radiant and it is only when he sees gold that he finally looks up again from beyond her shoulders. ]
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And it is at that moment that Taair realizes that he isn't looking at gold columns, but the gold bars of a gilded cage. Caris now stands on the other side of them, smiling at him with empty eyes.]
You're safe here, Taair. You don't have to worry about a thing ever again.
[Who needs a puppet who can think for itself, after all?
Before he can react to this, though, the ground falls away from under his tiny feet and he finds himself falling into the abyss. Goodbye.]