[ it's white daphne, alstroemeria, daffodil, feverfew, and honey bracelet, all in a vase. they're a few weeks old now, but seem to be holding their shape. ]
I can, and I will, blame you guys a little. [ but okay, fine, away they go!!
right into the house of mirrors, and gabriel's about to make a comment about how this is not really outside, but then this is happening.
when the memory finishes and begins to loop, they tilt their head to watch again. part of him kind of goes "can't you just overpower this woman?", but they can recognize that it's difficult to get out from under someone's thumb. ]
... you know, this is and isn't about what I expected based on the things you've said. [ they do not sound thrilled about it. ]
[ googles all of these. oooh pretty. romance (this is not what any of these mean) roma
anyway. well - it's not surprising, honestly, to run into this memory over and over. the first part is so wonderful and taair tries to keep his focus on that, on the sights and sounds of convallaria town, the people he grew to know and love. as things get worse, though, he closes his eyes, and for the hundredth time, miguel's words echo through his head. It might not matter to you if you die, but it matters to everyone else.
and here he is, in heaven. dead, with a world left behind.
taair looks down at his hands, and when gabriel speaks, he huffs, the noise soft. ]
Is it better or worse to know I only spent a week there?
Depends. How much did you have to fight for that one week, again? Also, feels like a pretty narrow window for people finding you and knowing every single move you'd make while you were there.
Not as much as I could have, but... I lied, mostly. I told her that I was going to see the ruins, which wasn't necessarily untrue. But... I slipped my guards - it's just that the mercenaries of Convallaria were expecting my arrival, so... I was able to do so.
[ sometimes you have to sneak out, but you can only sneak out like. only a tiny bit. ]
[ the laugh is soft. maybe that was his own doing. ]
I loved it there. Convallaria Town. And they were in need - desperately so - nor did I want to get the mercenaries in any hot water. They were kind to me, and... understanding of the situation, too. The leader has become a dear, dear friend.
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I can, and I will, blame you guys a little. [ but okay, fine, away they go!!
right into the house of mirrors, and gabriel's about to make a comment about how this is not really outside, but then this is happening.
when the memory finishes and begins to loop, they tilt their head to watch again. part of him kind of goes "can't you just overpower this woman?", but they can recognize that it's difficult to get out from under someone's thumb. ]
... you know, this is and isn't about what I expected based on the things you've said. [ they do not sound thrilled about it. ]
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anyway. well - it's not surprising, honestly, to run into this memory over and over. the first part is so wonderful and taair tries to keep his focus on that, on the sights and sounds of convallaria town, the people he grew to know and love. as things get worse, though, he closes his eyes, and for the hundredth time, miguel's words echo through his head. It might not matter to you if you die, but it matters to everyone else.
and here he is, in heaven. dead, with a world left behind.
taair looks down at his hands, and when gabriel speaks, he huffs, the noise soft. ]
Is it better or worse to know I only spent a week there?
[ out in convallaria town, that is. ]
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Not as much as I could have, but... I lied, mostly. I told her that I was going to see the ruins, which wasn't necessarily untrue. But... I slipped my guards - it's just that the mercenaries of Convallaria were expecting my arrival, so... I was able to do so.
[ sometimes you have to sneak out, but you can only sneak out like. only a tiny bit. ]
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[ the laugh is soft. maybe that was his own doing. ]
I loved it there. Convallaria Town. And they were in need - desperately so - nor did I want to get the mercenaries in any hot water. They were kind to me, and... understanding of the situation, too. The leader has become a dear, dear friend.
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