there's no alarm. there's no surprise. only the quiet and resigned acceptance of someone who had come to the same conclusion, though perhaps less eloquently. anticipatory grief.]
... Claude has been behaving strangely as of late. You are not the only one who came to this conclusion. [closes eye, briefly. there is grief, yes. but there is also resolve.] I'm sure I don't need to tell you to avoid confronting him, alone, with this information.
No. No, of course not - I would likely perish in the process.
[ in tandem, taair's grief matches mizu's - a gnawing sense of loss, loneliness, and then slowly it numbs itself, settling out into that very same sense of resignation and... resolve. the understanding of what must happen, no matter how painful.
I haven't told him of my suspicions, and I have no plans to do so. I ask that you don't tell him, either.
[there is something... complicated in mizu's emotions here. worry and concern. the slightest tinge of fear, now that richie's involvement has come up.]
You know he's the kind of man who doesn't always think before he leaps. [frustratingly. stupid fucking idiot of a man.] I worry that if he becomes suspicious of Claude, he won't be able to pretend nothing is wrong between them. And they're roommates.
[ taair says, immediately - there's a rush of emotion on his end, warmth and fondness and worry all at once, and he reaches out to set his hand on their arm and squeeze, gentle and reassuring, heart aching and soft, too soft, for his dear, dear friends. ] Rest assured, any secret you tell would be safe with me.
[ he falls silent for a moment, brows furrowing in consideration as he steps back from the situation mentally, replays what mizu has said, and slowly, there's a soft, building feeling of dread. ]
[this is now very funny in light of uruha and saber just GOING for it off schedule, but it's fine. neither of them know shit about anything in this backtagged saturday thread, so mizu just nods.]
If he is afflicted, then I don't intend to leave him like this. We owe him that much.
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there's no alarm. there's no surprise. only the quiet and resigned acceptance of someone who had come to the same conclusion, though perhaps less eloquently. anticipatory grief.]
... Claude has been behaving strangely as of late. You are not the only one who came to this conclusion. [closes eye, briefly. there is grief, yes. but there is also resolve.] I'm sure I don't need to tell you to avoid confronting him, alone, with this information.
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No. No, of course not - I would likely perish in the process.
[ in tandem, taair's grief matches mizu's - a gnawing sense of loss, loneliness, and then slowly it numbs itself, settling out into that very same sense of resignation and... resolve. the understanding of what must happen, no matter how painful.
he swallows, hard. ] Does Richie know?
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I haven't told him of my suspicions, and I have no plans to do so. I ask that you don't tell him, either.
[there is something... complicated in mizu's emotions here. worry and concern. the slightest tinge of fear, now that richie's involvement has come up.]
You know he's the kind of man who doesn't always think before he leaps. [frustratingly. stupid fucking idiot of a man.] I worry that if he becomes suspicious of Claude, he won't be able to pretend nothing is wrong between them. And they're roommates.
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[ taair says, immediately - there's a rush of emotion on his end, warmth and fondness and worry all at once, and he reaches out to set his hand on their arm and squeeze, gentle and reassuring, heart aching and soft, too soft, for his dear, dear friends. ] Rest assured, any secret you tell would be safe with me.
[ he falls silent for a moment, brows furrowing in consideration as he steps back from the situation mentally, replays what mizu has said, and slowly, there's a soft, building feeling of dread. ]
...Do you intend to....
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If he is afflicted, then I don't intend to leave him like this. We owe him that much.