florescences | adolphe catchall

[ she does notice that, the hand on the sword, how tired he looks, but she smiles all the same. ]

I'll use my megaphone next time.

[ that's not what he wants. ]

I don't think I've ridden a horse in.... [ she tries to think. ] A long time.

[ it would have been the real elysia. ]

Please don't.

[ He even added "please". He really does not want Elysia to use her megaphone.

Other than that, he looks at her and then at the horses. ]

Do you want to ride one now?

[ Again, a major step up from "that's nice" and then leaving her alone. ]

[ she laughs. no promises. she can be a menace when the mood strikes her. ]

Only if you ride one with me.

[ The horse leans in to try and sniff Elysia and Adolphe just lets that happen. ]

... Sure. Do you know how to get on one?

[ She mentioned that she rode one before, but that's different from actually knowing how to handle a horse. ]

[ she holds her hand for the horse to sniff before attempting a pet. ]

I can do that much.

[ she is athletic enough, and the motions will come easy. ]

But I'm probably rusty. If you think I'll spook the horse, you can help me.

[ Pet from pretty lady... the horse seems satisfied with the petting too. ]

Sure.

[ The horse already has a saddle, so Adolphe holds his hand out to help Elysia get up on the horse. She could probably float there herself if she wanted to, but he's extending... courtesy. ]

[ she's happy if the horse is happy.

how could elysia ever refuse a hand that's held out to her even if's only for courtesy? she doesn't need to float for this.

she takes his hand, puts hers her foot in the stirrup, and lifts herself into the seat. ]

Thanks.

[ It doesn't take much for Adolphe to get up on the horse behind Elysia and the horse will lightly trot around the ranch. Something like this. Yippee! The ride is as leisurely and comfortable as he can make it for both of them.

Unless Elysia meant that they each ride separate horses, then oops. ]

... You dedicate a lot of effort into things that people usually don't put into. Why is that?

[ she was thinking of adolphe's comfort, but she likes it better this way. there is slight surprise when he does get up behind her, but she can't stop her smile because it means adolphe is more comfortable with her than expected.

whoa... cg.... we're winning today. dana would be so happy.

she shifts to give him more space and to make her self more comfortable, adjusting to the horse's cadence soon enough. she looks up back at him. ]

Hm? What things are you talking about? I only ever do what I like doing.

[ yves's otp........... ]

... That book of yours. You keep saying that you ever do what you like doing, but still, isn't there a reason behind that?

Memories are precious to me. All our time together, all our moments together... shouldn't they be commemorated?

And if someone would be able to find it after we're all gone, at least a little of our story could be told.

[ could be known. ]

[ He slowly blinks. Huh. That's...

... ]

Did you want to be remembered?

[ that surprises her for a second.

... ]

Yes.

[ simply and sincerely. ]

I want all of us to be.

Good news for you, none of us will forget you even after whatever they decide for their own fate. I don't think we could forget even if we wanted to. From what I saw, you've made some sort of impact on many lives. It's hard to wipe that away from anyone's memories.

[ The horse lightly trots here and there, offering the two a basic tour around the ranch. ]

[ this is the sweetest thing he's ever said to her, and his words do land. there's a happy sort of warmth in her chest as she looks out at the ranch. she would love it if everyone remembered her. ]

Would you want to forget me?

[ it's mostly teasing. ]

[ The ranch is peaceful with other horses here and there, eating grass and whatnot. And if there's anything about Adolphe, he's straightforward... pros or cons be damned. ]

No.

[ He says without hesitation for once. ]

Why would I?

[ it is a very idyllic horse ranch, made for adolphe, if she had to make a guess.

she laughs. ]

Because I'm tiresome, I don't leave you alone when you want to be, and I ignore you every time you try to rebuff me?

[ she's not unaware. ]

[ I actually don't know about that because I had no hand in making this place help

Adolphe finds that his answer comes easily. ]

Despite everything, I still care about you.

[ But he says this in a "I'm not going to say this again so you better have heard me" way. ]

[ even if you didn't make it, his name is in the location description.

she won't take this for granted. it'd make a lie of her gratitude grade. she can't help but reach for him, placing one of her hands over his, gently and loosely so she doesn't disrupt his hold on the reins. ]

It's no wonder Yves doesn't hesitate to sing you praises. I care about you, too, Adolphe. I'm happy to be with you like this again.

[ she hopes that's obvious. ]

[ He died to get bullied

He feels the hand over his and he holds back the urge to pull his hand back because he didn't expect it. ]

... He does that?

[ He hoped he wouldn't...... and he sighs. ]

If only it didn't take dying to get like this again.

[ every game needs a tired and sad man to bully

She doesn't say that yves sings everyone's praises, but adolphe obviously holds a higher place. She thinks it doesn’t need to be said.

She smiles even if he isn't looking to see it. ]

Mm. It would have been better if you didn't die again at all, but I'll just take this chance to do what I intended before you were taken away.

It looks like being here has helped you a little.

Has it...

[ Adolphe thinks about it. Have things been better here instead of the living?

...

Yeah, but he's not glad to be dead or anything. In fact, he watches the living less because he didn't want to deal with that. For example, he skips out on watching executions, because he decides it's not his business and he doesn't care. ]

As for what you intended... do you mean getting to know me better?

[ he seemed more receptive to her in general, so she felt like being here and away or some of the other people here helped somehow. not many want to die again, but it's what she noticed. ]

Uh-huh. I wanted to write more in my book, but you left so soon.

[ sometimes you die twice as a normie and just go "fuck it" in a non-nihilist way. ]

You wrote a lot in it.

[ He thinks back on the book. ]

You two talked about his mask? I'm surprised.

I could have written more. I wanted to write more.

[ it was supposed to eight weeks of thoughts, eight weeks of memories, eight weeks of all her love. ]

Huh? Really? I think I asked him about it our first week here. I know it's a sensitive topic for him.

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