[endgame!! the way all of my starters have been on the beach and now here we are, beach adjacent... i guess mizu will be coming from that direction, barefooted, shoes held in one hand and a little wet around the ankles.
now that it's all said and done, the vibes are decidedly more calm compared to the anger and hurt from hours before. but there's something bittersweet to it all. a sense of anticipated loss. it doesn't fade when joining taair, walking over to the railing and leaning against it. hello.]
Hm... [well. there are only a scant few hours before the end. if there's a time to be honest, it's now.] Your company, I suppose. I will miss it tomorrow.
I cannot make any promises. [and there something very sad here, too. but it's better to set up realistic expectations of what comes next. for his sake.] So I hope you can forgive me if you don't hear from me for some time. Or even until our next afterlives.
[ it's kind of the answer he's expecting, but, he smiles a little, soft and sad, and nods. ]
I do not want your next afterlife to be for a very long time, my dear friend. [ ... ] Though... whether you write me or not, I shall likely write you anyway.
he smiles a little, though it's not quite genuine. ]
I will return home, of course. I have an invaluable opportunity to give my nation a grasp at peace it does not have - I do not know how bad things have gotten, and I fear that a restart might be the only way to put things right.
... I see. [quietly. there's a bit of uncertainty, knowing what taair's life is like. but if this is what he's decided, then it's not mizu's place to argue against it.] Then I wish you the best of luck, Taair. May your nation see times of peace. And you, a long and uneventful life.
[ this is genuine, too, as genuine and warm as the smile on his face. it's tinged with sadness, but - well. honestly what he wants is that peace, more than anything in the world. ]
I want you to be able to achieve what you have been striving for, my friend. [ even if it is violent and vengeful. maybe mizu can do violence as a treat. ] And...I hope that it brings you peace, too.
[taps ic profiles quote. happiness and peace are secondary. a nice bonus if mizu is able to find them after everything is said and done, but not truly necessary. this is easy enough to admit.
it's taair's question that's far more difficult to answer. the vibes are... off. in a strange way. it feels like emptiness, but also not unlike the feeling of trepidation that comes from staring down from the edge of the cliff.]
Perhaps I'll make my way home and take up blacksmithing again. [going home feels like it should be the answer.] But I will not be making any plans. Not until I've fulfilled my vow.
[ ahh... yeah. that's sort of what he was rooting around for, and he smiles a little, folding his hands together and looking out onto the far off horizon for a moment. those off vibes aren't all that surprising, and the smile on his face is soft and understanding, now, settling into place. ]
...That is the hardest part, is it not? When you have been running towards a goal for so long that it is your reason for existence - and then to think of what happens after that.
[ satisfaction is one thing, but satisfaction doesn't account for the life of after. taair wants the world, for mizu. wants that peace, the way things should come after war. for people and for countries, some things are not so different, after all. ]
I don't blame you for that, either. [ something bittersweet, here, and a thought drifts by. I wish I could chronicle your story, too. ] But, I think you would make a fine blacksmith. Your hands are good for so many things, my dear friend, not just for weapons of war.
If you will not make plans, then I will hope for them for you from a distance. [ his head tilts towards him again, with a soft smile. ] And you will simply have to live with the knowledge that someone in another world, far away, is thinking of the future that you will make for yourself.
Insightful as always. [quietly. it's true. dedicating yourself to this one thing for the entirety of your life, ever since you were a child, makes it nearly impossible to envision a life without it.] I was a blacksmith's apprentice first. Long before I dared call myself a proper swordsman. If my master will still have me, I do think I would like to return to his workshop.
[a bit of fondness, mixed in with something bittersweet. the forge is still home, but it's also a matter of whether or not mizu still has a place there after everything is said and done.]
... Very well. In the meantime, know that I expect to hear stories of your nation when we meet again in our next afterlife.
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now that it's all said and done, the vibes are decidedly more calm compared to the anger and hurt from hours before. but there's something bittersweet to it all. a sense of anticipated loss. it doesn't fade when joining taair, walking over to the railing and leaning against it. hello.]
Hm... [well. there are only a scant few hours before the end. if there's a time to be honest, it's now.] Your company, I suppose. I will miss it tomorrow.
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...I will too. [ he smiles a little when he says it, soft. ] I'll miss it very much, Mizu.
I will be thinking of you often. I know that you are busy, but... I hope that you will write me, every once in a while.
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I cannot make any promises. [and there something very sad here, too. but it's better to set up realistic expectations of what comes next. for his sake.] So I hope you can forgive me if you don't hear from me for some time. Or even until our next afterlives.
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I do not want your next afterlife to be for a very long time, my dear friend. [ ... ] Though... whether you write me or not, I shall likely write you anyway.
[ It's all I can do, now. ]
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[for decades, even. may taair live a long life.]
I never asked. What do you intend to do tomorrow?
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he smiles a little, though it's not quite genuine. ]
I will return home, of course. I have an invaluable opportunity to give my nation a grasp at peace it does not have - I do not know how bad things have gotten, and I fear that a restart might be the only way to put things right.
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... I see. [quietly. there's a bit of uncertainty, knowing what taair's life is like. but if this is what he's decided, then it's not mizu's place to argue against it.] Then I wish you the best of luck, Taair. May your nation see times of peace. And you, a long and uneventful life.
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[ this is genuine, too, as genuine and warm as the smile on his face. it's tinged with sadness, but - well. honestly what he wants is that peace, more than anything in the world. ]
I want you to be able to achieve what you have been striving for, my friend. [ even if it is violent and vengeful. maybe mizu can do violence as a treat. ] And...I hope that it brings you peace, too.
...Have you thought of what you will do after?
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[taps ic profiles quote. happiness and peace are secondary. a nice bonus if mizu is able to find them after everything is said and done, but not truly necessary. this is easy enough to admit.
it's taair's question that's far more difficult to answer. the vibes are... off. in a strange way. it feels like emptiness, but also not unlike the feeling of trepidation that comes from staring down from the edge of the cliff.]
Perhaps I'll make my way home and take up blacksmithing again. [going home feels like it should be the answer.] But I will not be making any plans. Not until I've fulfilled my vow.
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...That is the hardest part, is it not? When you have been running towards a goal for so long that it is your reason for existence - and then to think of what happens after that.
[ satisfaction is one thing, but satisfaction doesn't account for the life of after. taair wants the world, for mizu. wants that peace, the way things should come after war. for people and for countries, some things are not so different, after all. ]
I don't blame you for that, either. [ something bittersweet, here, and a thought drifts by. I wish I could chronicle your story, too. ] But, I think you would make a fine blacksmith. Your hands are good for so many things, my dear friend, not just for weapons of war.
If you will not make plans, then I will hope for them for you from a distance. [ his head tilts towards him again, with a soft smile. ] And you will simply have to live with the knowledge that someone in another world, far away, is thinking of the future that you will make for yourself.
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Insightful as always. [quietly. it's true. dedicating yourself to this one thing for the entirety of your life, ever since you were a child, makes it nearly impossible to envision a life without it.] I was a blacksmith's apprentice first. Long before I dared call myself a proper swordsman. If my master will still have me, I do think I would like to return to his workshop.
[a bit of fondness, mixed in with something bittersweet. the forge is still home, but it's also a matter of whether or not mizu still has a place there after everything is said and done.]
... Very well. In the meantime, know that I expect to hear stories of your nation when we meet again in our next afterlife.