falling isn't that scary, in the end. it's something he's probably imagined a thousand times, and - well, it's not a very far drop, but there's something to be said about leaping free from the cage, literally, and being caught.
he's trembling when he practically falls into adolphe's arms - he nearly immediately grabs onto him, arms around his shoulders, and takes a deep, shaky breath as told, burying his face against the side of his head, heart pounding hard in his chest. taair nods, eyes screwed shut, as he tries some form of composing himself, hands curled tight in the fabric of his shirt. you're good now. i'm here. no longer trapped. out of the cage. you're good now, i'm here.
deep breath in. deep breath out. i'm - wait. taair lifts his head, eyes round, as the slow realization finally hits once the panic disperses, and looks, actually looks at his savior. ]
... You're... [ the last time he saw adolphe, he was a corpse on a table, after all, and the shock and panic melds into a breathless: ] ... Adolphe, you're alive.
[ taair's hands are white-knuckled in the back of adolphe's clothes, and it takes a long, long moment for them to actually relax - despite his more composed voice, the slow realization of his situation, there's a tremor in his hands. something about that specifically was horrifying, and it has so, so little to do with the death itself. ]
I...
[ he holds on almost instinctively, slowly trying to get his bearings - looking up at adolphe, his friend living and breathing, and then everything else hits like a freight train. the execution. neverah, across from him, her fury with the knife, the way he couldn't bring himself to fight his instincts, and he takes a deep breath in, and out. ]
... I died, again. [ he says, soft, brows knitting together, mouth coming together in a small line. ] I'm... alright, I think. It's... death truly does not stick here, does it?
[ there's a beat, and then, he remembers his manners. ] -- Oh, I... Thank you, my dear friend... um, thank you. [ for carrying him and coaxing him out of the cage alike. ]
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falling isn't that scary, in the end. it's something he's probably imagined a thousand times, and - well, it's not a very far drop, but there's something to be said about leaping free from the cage, literally, and being caught.
he's trembling when he practically falls into adolphe's arms - he nearly immediately grabs onto him, arms around his shoulders, and takes a deep, shaky breath as told, burying his face against the side of his head, heart pounding hard in his chest. taair nods, eyes screwed shut, as he tries some form of composing himself, hands curled tight in the fabric of his shirt. you're good now. i'm here. no longer trapped. out of the cage. you're good now, i'm here.
deep breath in. deep breath out. i'm - wait. taair lifts his head, eyes round, as the slow realization finally hits once the panic disperses, and looks, actually looks at his savior. ]
... You're... [ the last time he saw adolphe, he was a corpse on a table, after all, and the shock and panic melds into a breathless: ] ... Adolphe, you're alive.
I THOUGHT I REPLIED TO THIS i'm sorry
... We're all a little dead ever since we got to heaven.
[ Wryly. Sorry, this is his "logical" quip.
Anyway, he's finally getting out of the blool now. ]
How are you feeling? Everything okay?
NOO you're good <3
I...
[ he holds on almost instinctively, slowly trying to get his bearings - looking up at adolphe, his friend living and breathing, and then everything else hits like a freight train. the execution. neverah, across from him, her fury with the knife, the way he couldn't bring himself to fight his instincts, and he takes a deep breath in, and out. ]
... I died, again. [ he says, soft, brows knitting together, mouth coming together in a small line. ] I'm... alright, I think. It's... death truly does not stick here, does it?
[ there's a beat, and then, he remembers his manners. ] -- Oh, I... Thank you, my dear friend... um, thank you. [ for carrying him and coaxing him out of the cage alike. ]
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[ Regarding death.
I'm also going to fuck up timelines because this is a PSL and I'm gonna do what I want ]
I also found out you can't exactly stay dead on this side either. Dying in this place doesn't mean anything.
[ He looks a little annoyed by that, but probably not for murderous reasons. ]
Let's get you to your room. There's a hotel nearby.
[ And is Adolphe going to carry Taair all the way there? Yeah. Meeting the angels? Naw. His Taair now. ]