[ ?
affection week is over for everyone else but not for yves. he'll reach out to take a hold of anders' free hand, just to hold onto ]
Not permitted...? Why?
[ he read some of the things that were posted on chipper but lacked proper context to fully understand ]
affection week is over for everyone else but not for yves. he'll reach out to take a hold of anders' free hand, just to hold onto ]
Not permitted...? Why?
[ he read some of the things that were posted on chipper but lacked proper context to fully understand ]
[ ah.
there's been things here that have frustrated yves, amidst all the murder, but this earns a special spot among them. yves' own society doesn't prize love, considering how quickly the emotion is discarded upon becoming a reliver. but to outright disallow it? to punish it? to know that anders himself experienced such happiness only for it to disappear right from his fingers—
his brow furrows and he turns to face anders directly. he continues to hold onto his hand, but his other one finds his friend's shoulder ]
Someone else can choose you, even if you choose the mages. [ because he couldn't dream of asking anders not to, knowing what a difficult fight that is ] Someone can choose the mages with you, if they truly love you.
I won't say your life's work isn't important. Of course it is.
But to love and be loved is the exact type of spiteful act that should still be welcomed, especially if cruel people tell you otherwise.
You are not any less deserving of love just because you have more than one passion in your heart, my friend.
there's been things here that have frustrated yves, amidst all the murder, but this earns a special spot among them. yves' own society doesn't prize love, considering how quickly the emotion is discarded upon becoming a reliver. but to outright disallow it? to punish it? to know that anders himself experienced such happiness only for it to disappear right from his fingers—
his brow furrows and he turns to face anders directly. he continues to hold onto his hand, but his other one finds his friend's shoulder ]
Someone else can choose you, even if you choose the mages. [ because he couldn't dream of asking anders not to, knowing what a difficult fight that is ] Someone can choose the mages with you, if they truly love you.
I won't say your life's work isn't important. Of course it is.
But to love and be loved is the exact type of spiteful act that should still be welcomed, especially if cruel people tell you otherwise.
You are not any less deserving of love just because you have more than one passion in your heart, my friend.
[ there are small pathways that anders might find through the flowers, not obvious from a distance but when you're in them it's clear that there are certain paths more well-trodden than others. like someone walked among them so very, very much
eventually the field gives way to a cliffside, and there's just a little shadowy ball of a person at the edge. there's no response, but just a bit of movement. ]
eventually the field gives way to a cliffside, and there's just a little shadowy ball of a person at the edge. there's no response, but just a bit of movement. ]
[ along the cliff's edge, anders will find him yves—or maybe it's kinder to say something yves-shaped.
because it's not quite yves, always prepared with a smile and a kind word. instead there's just a sad little mass of a young man, curled up into a ball and face pressed into his knees as he hugs them close. trying to become smaller, so small that maybe it'll make some of this ache disappear
he's trembling, so it doesn't seem to be working ]
because it's not quite yves, always prepared with a smile and a kind word. instead there's just a sad little mass of a young man, curled up into a ball and face pressed into his knees as he hugs them close. trying to become smaller, so small that maybe it'll make some of this ache disappear
he's trembling, so it doesn't seem to be working ]
[ he stiffens at the touch that he would so usually welcome, but at the voice—anders's voice—he eases. just a little bit. just enough to be meaningful.
he sniffs, some sad and pathetic little noise. ]
... I just... want him to be here.
[ does he want justice? does he want vengeance? he's never known how to wish for those things.
he's only greedy for the few friends in this life that he's lucky enough to get ]
he sniffs, some sad and pathetic little noise. ]
... I just... want him to be here.
[ does he want justice? does he want vengeance? he's never known how to wish for those things.
he's only greedy for the few friends in this life that he's lucky enough to get ]
[ . . . something of them in the world to recall them? if there is some memory? does that mean that he needs to be here in order for adolphe's memory to live on? or— ]
He's not the type to admit it... but Adolphe gets lonely too. Even if he's damaged...
Do you think I can't go to where he is?
[ he knows how insane it must sound, especially to those who want their redemption so badly. but yves has nothing to return to. he doesn't even know if he deserves heaven. ]
He's not the type to admit it... but Adolphe gets lonely too. Even if he's damaged...
Do you think I can't go to where he is?
[ he knows how insane it must sound, especially to those who want their redemption so badly. but yves has nothing to return to. he doesn't even know if he deserves heaven. ]
[ us....
yves's brow furrows in thought briefly, but eventually he will just exhale in one big sigh, closing his eyes. ]
... if people need me, I'll be here. For as long as I can.
[ even if he wants to be somewhere else - wherever adolphe's gone. he will try to be patient, even if his heart is so full of sorrow. ]
yves's brow furrows in thought briefly, but eventually he will just exhale in one big sigh, closing his eyes. ]
... if people need me, I'll be here. For as long as I can.
[ even if he wants to be somewhere else - wherever adolphe's gone. he will try to be patient, even if his heart is so full of sorrow. ]
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