when she turns to look at taair, she'll see he's got his hand very lightly pressed to the glass - especially at the beginning, where the cycle of his memories are blurry and messy. it's as if maybe if he stares at it long enough, the blurry clouds will clear, the indistinguishable voices will clarify, and his childhood will be presented to him, as opposed to locked away.
he takes a deep breath when he realizes zuriel spoke, and turns his head to look at her, then back to the glass. the worst part is he doesn't even seem particularly upset about it - just kind of resigned. ]
... They weren't ever planning on losing control of Iria in the first place. [ taair says, soft - the overthrow of the original state of iria was a rightful one, in his opinion. ] So... a little bit of both, I think.
[ fate. destiny, like a guillotine. hanging over his head every single day of his lonely life. ]
And now you're stuck under someone else's thumb and unable to take your rightful place where you want to be. [ no she's going to stay mad!!! ] How can someone lie and treat a child like that for so long? Or, better yet... how arrogant does a person ave to be to think someday it won't all come undone?
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when she turns to look at taair, she'll see he's got his hand very lightly pressed to the glass - especially at the beginning, where the cycle of his memories are blurry and messy. it's as if maybe if he stares at it long enough, the blurry clouds will clear, the indistinguishable voices will clarify, and his childhood will be presented to him, as opposed to locked away.
he takes a deep breath when he realizes zuriel spoke, and turns his head to look at her, then back to the glass. the worst part is he doesn't even seem particularly upset about it - just kind of resigned. ]
... They weren't ever planning on losing control of Iria in the first place. [ taair says, soft - the overthrow of the original state of iria was a rightful one, in his opinion. ] So... a little bit of both, I think.
[ fate. destiny, like a guillotine. hanging over his head every single day of his lonely life. ]
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this anger like. startles him? he's not expecting it, and he turns to look at her, eyes a little wide. ]
Zuriel...
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If you're not going to be able to feel anger about this, then I'll do it on your behalf because this isn't right, Taair. And you know that.
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No...no, I suppose not. [ softly, just loud enough to be heard. ] It... is as I told you before, Zuriel. It is a long, sad story.