heaven / taair

[midway]

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weekend 0, saturday, bar

[midway]

[ Hello, Taair. Welcome to the bar... Claude's just looking at the menu, and will wave. ]

Do you drink much?

[historicals]

There's something to be said for temperance in Heaven, isn't there...

[ said a little wryly, but he laughs and comes over anyway. he is also no longer sexy and in his normal clothes. ]

I can't say that I do, my friend - just a glass of wine with dinner, now and then, though I recently had rye beer for the first time. Are you a connoisseur?

week 0 monday

[historicals]

[ late in the afternoon on monday, a figure sits on the wooden slats of the boardwalk, feet dangling over the edge - it's taair, who seems to have parked himself here as the dusk begins to streak across the sky.

he's got a book spread open in his lap, and occasionally writes something in it. he also, occasionally, tosses a piece of some kind of food (pizza...?) to a seagull nearby that's cozying up next to his hip.

he doesn't seem to have noticed that he has company yet! or if he does, he's not really paying attention. what are you up to, claude.... ]

[midway]

[ He's just enjoying the warm weather! And he'll wander over when he spots Taair.

And greet him by grabbing the top of his head.

Hi! ]

week 1, monday

[historicals]

[ i don't know what you expect out of taair because he is, of course, in the library. more accurately, he's standing in the library's massive history section, hand to his heart. though... it's a little hard to tell it's immediately him from behind, if only because there's a pair of blue wings coming out of his back, and they are puffed up to maximum capacity.

the library is very quiet. but claude who wandered in might hear something. ]

♪

[ a single, very excited bird cheep. ]

[midway]

[ Help, this is so cute. Claude will just observe this a moment before piping up. ]

Having fun, Taair?

week 0 thurs (pre curfew)

[historicals]

[ i was like im not gonna make spoon pc me she's sick and then decided i changed my mind BUT IGNORE IT IF YOU ARE DYING

anyway at some point before curfew, taair gets out of bed and is going to hunt down claude, who better also be in bed - there's a soft knock on his door. ]

[midway]

[ THANK YOU SISI you are an angel

Claude is in bed! He will tell Taair to come in, and when he spots him, ] Shouldn't you be resting?

week 1, saturday, lighthouse

[midway]

[ Puts them here, and then grills Taair about why he's here. ]

You should get some rest, my friend.

[historicals]

[ thank you spoon

for the record he is sitting up here, curled up with his chin on his knees - and when claude says this, he tugs a little at a blanket over his shoulders. ]

I have a blanket. [ okay. ] Would you believe me if I said this is resting?

week 2, monday, courtyard

[midway]

[ This giant chess set is so comical. ]

Fancy a game, Taair?

[historicals]

[ going to look at the height chart and laughing. yes!! yes it is! ]

Well - that depends. Would you judge me quite terribly if I had to climb the pieces to move them...? My goodness.

[ too noodle for this but by god he would try ] Do you think this is an artistic piece? Or perhaps chess played by giants...

week 2, friday

[historicals]

[ taair is sitting out somewhere after the announcement, his head down, sketching something on a sheet of white paper. though, when he realizes he has company, he glances up and offers a small smile. ]

Claude - I'm glad to see you. [ thanks for not dying ] Though it feels awful to think of it as anything less than a tragedy, at least it is not a tragedy that escalated any further, this week.

[midway]

[ He just nods, for once not feeling particularly chatty.

... But he is still nosy, peering over at what Taair is sketching. What's that. ]

week 2, sat

[historicals]

[ i won't make you guess too hard

taair's pretty much nowhere to be found, after all of that - however, if claude has a good memory, he might recall someone saying once he likes to be in high places when things are too hard to bear.... ]

[midway]

[ SWEET TAAIR is he perched up at the lighthouse ]

week 3, mon

[historicals]

[ looks at plumbobs. anyway much later after that

a reflective surface shares a memory - of a plan, an assassination attempt, and a brutal reminder of reality. ]

[midway]

[ THINGS WERE SO INNOCENT... WHEN WE WERE PLUMBOBS...

Claude is no stranger to all sorts of political strife, and the how suffocating being a noble can be. Yet, this is still a new perspective, insight into the havoc of occupation. ]

Was that recent...?

week 3, friday, beach

[midway]

[ Hello! He is sitting on a towel at the beach... Just watching the water. Looking somber like he had last Friday. Their women... ]

Hey Taair. How was the night in the cuddle pile?

[historicals]

[ zhongli... our woman....i see.... ]

I was hardly a part of it... [ he huffs a little - a very claude, please huff - and comes over to wherever he's sitting down, looking out at the horizon for a long moment. ] Though, I think you may have saddened Yves by not joining.

[ it feels like a very light conversation for a sad evening, and he shakes his head, resting a hand on his own arm and curling it in the sleeve. ]

... I had hoped not to see another dawn with a loss of two.

week 3, saturday

[midway]

[ i'm very tired so this is a bad starter but puts them at the lighthouse i guess

Claude will just sigh deeply. Tired. ]

[historicals]

[ hi. that's a mood!!!! me and taair both!!

he's sitting with his arms crossed on top of the railing of the lighthouse, looking out at the ocean, though... he glances back to his companion with a small, tired smile. ]

We're making a bit of a habit of this. [ softly. our lighthouse chats!!! ] Though, not one that I mind.

....what did you think of today's proceedings, Claude...?

week 4, monday

[historicals]

[ on this fine day, claude might be out for a walk in the hedge maze when he hears... a strange rustling noise....?

if he looks up, the source of said noise becomes very obvious - taair has clearly clambered up there, and appears to be making a little noise? it sounds like a bird call. his emotions are very focused, but under that, there's a constant thread of curiosity and wonder.

he probably should not be climbing things but it's too late now ]

[midway]

[ Help, he's so cute.

Makes a little bird call too. ]

week 4, wednesday

[midway]

[ Hello hello. After the party has emptied out, Claude is just scavenging the table for snacks.

Waving at Taair! ]

My friend. Did you enjoy yourself?

[historicals]

[ this is convenient if only because... claude catches taair on his way halfway out of the ball, doing a biiiiig yawn and stretch. he looks sleepy, pink cheeked, and absolutely tipsy - when he turns and sees claude, though, he smiles, and it lights up his face. ]

I did... perhaps a little too much. [ his emotions are very warm, a sort of constant, easy happiness. ] I must have dozed off... What are you up to?

week 7, monday, lighthouse

[midway]

[ Gives it a grim look. ]

Not quite as charming as I remember.

[historicals]

[ you know i hadn't even read the description for the lighthouse and now that i read it. bad. taair does Not Like this. at all. in fact, he emotionshares, briefly, this awful, deep-set feeling of Dread at the feeling of being watched. ]

Ah...

[ nope! being watched in a tower? don't like that! ]

week 7, thursday

[midway]

[ sends him a picture of mist ]

[historicals]

w7 saturday!

[historicals]

[ yay! endgame!!!

taair is up at the lighthouse on this final day, sitting with his arms on the railing and staring out into the ocean. his emotions are kind of a mess even from a distance - there's this awful melancholy and resignation that floats over his shoulders like a cloud, but his expression is passive, thoughtful.

when he hears footsteps he glances over, though, and smiles, and all that vanishes. ]

...Hello, my friend. How are you feeling?

[midway]

[ The lighthouse! ]

In better spirits than you, it seems. [ Moves next to them, pressing their arms together. ] Care to share your thoughts?