[ he's curled up in the tavern tonight with booze and a blanket, staring out... a window, i suppose. idk if there are windows. there are now for the sake of this thread. his ear flicks at the sound of someone approaching, and he glances over, with a smile. ]
... Relieved, obviously. I really couldn't afford not returning.
[ He wouldn't know what he would have done if he'd been denied. Is it a good or bad thing that they couldn't watch the world go on by without them in it? He's not sure. But no point in ruminating worse timelines now.
Even then, he isn't entirely happy and Jiaoqiu can guess why. ]
[ he needs to go back. he has to find feixiao, and he has to help save the luofu, but - yeah. duty and devotion to a person has never felt so much like chains before.
the stupid thing is he wants to go home. he loves his home, he loves his people. it's just that for the first time in a long time, he has something that is just his. and he has to give it up. ]
[ Buddy, ain't that the fucking mood. Marcoh feels the exact fucking same. He's never known anything like Uruha and with all the bullshit he's going back to, he doubts he'll ever know it again. What kind of unfair peace is that to grant a man on the run for murder, after all?
He treasures every moment he got, of course. But he'd realised he wasn't okay with letting go a good while ago. He stares off into nothing. He tries to muffle it out of respect and trying to look forward, but there's an awful crackle of grief, deep from the heart. ]
I don't know how far occultism will take me, but I intend on looking into it. If a man can pluck me right out of the hall of the gods, into a dream, and back to reality, then.
it's okay, though - he doesn't mind the grief. they can both sort of wallow in it for a little bit. jiaoqiu's own wavers out, little tendrils of it, as if to say it's fine. it's okay to feel it. that's what basilio has been telling him from the start, after all. ]
Then the logic tracks. [ that travel is possible. he glances at marcoh. ] I will research everything available to me. Miss Stelle will know someone who can help us.
[ like idk get ruan mei on it or something. they'll figure it out. ]
[ HELP IMAGINE going about your day and a fucking huge dragon just pokes through like sup.
there's a little thought share, just for you, of something similar - jiaoqiu looking up at basilio, who is promising not to give up if jiaoqiu doesn't. ]
Yes, I believe so. Jing Yuan told me it should stay. It hadn't occurred to me that it might be taken away again - I would have died once more just to wring Gabriel's neck, if it had been.
[ this is mostly just him being a brat, he doesn't have the energy to actually be pissy. ]
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w7, SATURDAY
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Having a quiet night in?
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And you?
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Making my rounds for people. That includes you.
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I'm glad that you came to see me. I'd meant to seek you out.
[ he just got caught up in being miserable for a little bit, but he's okay. ]
How are you feeling?
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... Relieved, obviously. I really couldn't afford not returning.
[ He wouldn't know what he would have done if he'd been denied. Is it a good or bad thing that they couldn't watch the world go on by without them in it? He's not sure. But no point in ruminating worse timelines now.
Even then, he isn't entirely happy and Jiaoqiu can guess why. ]
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[ he needs to go back. he has to find feixiao, and he has to help save the luofu, but - yeah. duty and devotion to a person has never felt so much like chains before.
the stupid thing is he wants to go home. he loves his home, he loves his people. it's just that for the first time in a long time, he has something that is just his. and he has to give it up. ]
But we are both losing people we care for dearly.
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He treasures every moment he got, of course. But he'd realised he wasn't okay with letting go a good while ago. He stares off into nothing. He tries to muffle it out of respect and trying to look forward, but there's an awful crackle of grief, deep from the heart. ]
I don't know how far occultism will take me, but I intend on looking into it. If a man can pluck me right out of the hall of the gods, into a dream, and back to reality, then.
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it's okay, though - he doesn't mind the grief. they can both sort of wallow in it for a little bit. jiaoqiu's own wavers out, little tendrils of it, as if to say it's fine. it's okay to feel it. that's what basilio has been telling him from the start, after all. ]
Then the logic tracks. [ that travel is possible. he glances at marcoh. ] I will research everything available to me. Miss Stelle will know someone who can help us.
[ like idk get ruan mei on it or something. they'll figure it out. ]
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But he nods. Grim but not willing to give up, not in a million years, not until Uruha stops feeling anything for him. ]
...You'll get to keep your eyesight and stuff, right?
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there's a little thought share, just for you, of something similar - jiaoqiu looking up at basilio, who is promising not to give up if jiaoqiu doesn't. ]
Yes, I believe so. Jing Yuan told me it should stay. It hadn't occurred to me that it might be taken away again - I would have died once more just to wring Gabriel's neck, if it had been.
[ this is mostly just him being a brat, he doesn't have the energy to actually be pissy. ]
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...
I'm glad it will be undone.
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It is all thanks to Shadowheart. I owe her.
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... Yes. I will. [ a beat. ] Shall we take a picture, before we go? The two of us.
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[ He still hasn't learned selfie culture but he'll gladly take one with Jiaoqiu. ]