elysia thought yves would seek out flowers, but she didn't know how true her guess would be. there's only one person who's spoken to her about black lycoris flowers, and she looks for him among the field. ]
They bloom no matter how anyone feels.... isn't that right, Yves?
but when elysia comes by, she might be able to make out a number of small paths among them lycoris flowers that make them safe to travel through without trampling them. they aren't obvious from a distance, but once you're among them, it's clear that they've been looked after.
there is no response to her words. there's just a shadowy little ball of a figure at the cliff's edge past the noirges ]
[ even in an illusion, elysia would hate to trample such beautiful flowers. she takes a brief moment to crouch and look at them once she's in the middle of them all, long enough to keep it in her memory, before she stands back up and approaches this shadowy little ball of a figure on the cliff.
[ it'll become so embarrassingly obvious at some point that the figure is yves. he's curled up into a little ball, knees pulled up to his chest and face pressed against his knees.
[ . . . normally he is so giving with his affections, and yet.
but he knows elysia is intending to be kind. loving. as she always is. maybe tomorrow he'll be able to respond to it with the same warmth as always, but today the sorrow feels so heavy.
and yet he would still feel just as guilty for denying her, so he shifts enough to face her. ]
[ he should have rejected her. she would understand if he denied her. she is used to all kinds of coldness, all kinds of rebuffs, as much as she is used to loss and grief. ]
Thank you. I know I'm asking for a lot right now.
[ she reaches and pulls him towards her to wrap her arms around him. ]
Your black lycoris flowers are beautiful.
[ even if it's not something he'll process, she still wanted to tell him. ]
so he leans into the hug, and wraps one arm around her in turn. that much is muscle memory, even though it takes him some time to slowly relax into the hug itself. ]
... thanks. [ a beat ] Adolphe knew my family secret when we were alive.
He'd call me ridiculous for planting them everywhere... but he still protected both my vow and me.
[ she will accept muscle memory, and she is relieved to hear him to talk about adolphe and the flowers. when he relaxes into the hug, she keeps her hold steady. ]
Yeah? That sounds just like him, trying to come off a little rough and aloof but unable to hide how he cares anyway.
He must have done so much for you.
[ for whatever significance his family secret and vow hold. ]
[ he is quiet, thinking about it. and when he speaks again, his words are soft. he tenses, not out of discomfort, but almost as if bracing against pain. against tears. ]
... he loved me. Not in the way that I've been looking for, but he didn't need to. I still knew.
[ she nods, as she listens. she's here to be a presence more than anything. she doesn't want to leave yves alone when he told her he wanted love more than anything else. ]
[ it's brief. it's just a small trickle of his ache. but tears do fall from his eyes when elysia confirms it—the obvious fact that adolphe did love yves. yves, who thought that no one ever could. even if it wasn't the right kind of love. ]
... I'm sorry, too.
[ just a sad, pathetic little whisper for lack of anything else to say ]
[ one of her hands comes up to gently stroke his head. she will affirm that someone loves him without any hesitation, even if it's not the kind of love he seeks most.
love is love is love, and it matters. ]
We're both sorry tonight, and we might still be sorry tomorrow, and that's fine. I'll be here until you no longer want me to be.
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it looks like a field of pitch black lycoris flowers ]
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elysia thought yves would seek out flowers, but she didn't know how true her guess would be. there's only one person who's spoken to her about black lycoris flowers, and she looks for him among the field. ]
They bloom no matter how anyone feels.... isn't that right, Yves?
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but when elysia comes by, she might be able to make out a number of small paths among them lycoris flowers that make them safe to travel through without trampling them. they aren't obvious from a distance, but once you're among them, it's clear that they've been looked after.
there is no response to her words. there's just a shadowy little ball of a figure at the cliff's edge past the noirges ]
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she sits down next to the figure. ]
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when he speaks, his voice is small and muffled: ]
M'sorry.
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Why are you sorry?
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... I'm not good to be with today.
[ softly. ]
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Oh, Yves. I want to be with you even if you're bad to be with. I don't need you to be anything but how you are right now.
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it's just so hard to soothe him today.
he remains tense, and he nods once in acknowledgement of her words. then how he is right now... is shellshocked.
and heartbroken. ]
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Yves, do you mind if I move you a little?
[ if he can nod, at least that means he can hear her. ]
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but today has reminded him of a few too many hardships ]
... why?
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It's fine if you don't want to, but I'd like to hug you.
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but he knows elysia is intending to be kind. loving. as she always is. maybe tomorrow he'll be able to respond to it with the same warmth as always, but today the sorrow feels so heavy.
and yet he would still feel just as guilty for denying her, so he shifts enough to face her. ]
... okay.
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Thank you. I know I'm asking for a lot right now.
[ she reaches and pulls him towards her to wrap her arms around him. ]
Your black lycoris flowers are beautiful.
[ even if it's not something he'll process, she still wanted to tell him. ]
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so he leans into the hug, and wraps one arm around her in turn. that much is muscle memory, even though it takes him some time to slowly relax into the hug itself. ]
... thanks. [ a beat ] Adolphe knew my family secret when we were alive.
He'd call me ridiculous for planting them everywhere... but he still protected both my vow and me.
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Yeah? That sounds just like him, trying to come off a little rough and aloof but unable to hide how he cares anyway.
He must have done so much for you.
[ for whatever significance his family secret and vow hold. ]
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... he loved me. Not in the way that I've been looking for, but he didn't need to. I still knew.
[ and what more can you do for yves than that? ]
And he's... gone. Again.
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He loved you. I could see it, clear as day.
[ all she can is show her sincerity. ]
I'm sorry, Yves.
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... I'm sorry, too.
[ just a sad, pathetic little whisper for lack of anything else to say ]
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love is love is love, and it matters. ]
We're both sorry tonight, and we might still be sorry tomorrow, and that's fine. I'll be here until you no longer want me to be.
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yves eases a bit, no longer as tense as he was when the hug started. a little bit less like he's trying to hold himself together. ]
... please don't let me keep you.
[ he's going to be in shambles for a while, and would feel bad making anyone stay with him ]
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[ she says that firmly. ]
I will stay.
[ she will not feel bad for making him feel bad about this. ]