[her thoughts are tending the same way, and her feelings mirror his. it's nice, to stay here with him, to not worry about the past or the future, and to allow themselves this time to just be.
she hadn't thought that it would be possible, but yin yu makes many things possible for her.
with a small sigh of contentment, she returns her attention to the movie. honestly, she's missed a fair amount of what's going on, but even she can see that this has turned out... better than it was. the performance onscreen now lacks the terrified desperation of the exorcism, and it all just seems... very peaceful.
looking at it now, it's difficult to imagine how terrified everyone must have been just minutes earlier.]
...even horror stories can have happy endings.
[she sounds quietly amazed as she watches it.
maybe the horror story they're living will have a happy ending, too.]
[ as the opera carries on, and the heroine is able to live on in peace with her family, watching their performance, yin yu's thinking much of the same. the brighter colors, the warmth of the scene--it's as if everything just stopped. no one is immune to wanting a happy ending, even people who watch these sort of things out of a want for being scared, or some kind of amusement.
flayn voices a kind of hope he wouldn't, but. for a moment, yin yu thinks of the island, of the revivals of everyone on it, of promises made over memorials with a ship on the horizon. a happy ending they had achieved in the face of terror. ]
...so they can.
[ after all this pain, so many people in this place deserved a happy ending. those who had fallen; those who hadn't. the chance that this could all fall behind them is still there, even if it feels faint in the distance. that's something they can continue to work together, for. ]
[she wants that for them - and for everyone else trapped in this camp. whether they're awake or asleep, everyone deserves to be able to live in peace after all this - they deserve some form of happily ever after.
(it's going to get worse before it gets better. maybe it will not ever get better.)]
[ where he's settled, he can't see flayn's face, but the hope in her voice has struck a tentative little flame in him, too. to protect someone means not to give them naive hopes, doesn't it? to be fair, and honest, and good? ]
...we've done it before. [ he says, weight to his tone, a reflective seriousness.
because it won't be a naive hope. because if he has anything to say about it, he will do everything in his power to make it a reality. someone like flayn deserves a happy ending. that light of hers should never have to be snuffed out. (laughs in week 5)
his fingers curl gently in the fabric of her sweatshirt, and he looks down to her face again. yin yu's expression is a little hard to read, but his emotions are less so; there's some determination, a little fear, a lot of resolve, coated by that warm undertone he's come to associate with being by her side. ]
We will do our best to, once more. [ ...for her, and for the sleeping.
whatever the reason for their being here now is, the fact remains that they did bring about a miracle on the island. yin yu reminds her of that, and the hope stirring in his heart stokes the fire in hers.
she breathes out.
if he can be resolved for this, despite his fear - she can, too. that resolve and determination he's feeling are echoed by her, coupled with a warmth that is far more than simple affection. there are the slightest, faintest pinpricks of guilt - but they're eased away by the peace she feels when she's here in yin yu's arms.]
I am looking forward to the day we make that happen.
[when it's over, when this nightmare is finally over—
then, maybe she really will be able to live her life fully, in the present moment, without any doubts or worries or regrets.]
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[ flayn saying so brings out just a hint of something sad, in yin yu's emotions. something... something lonely. it's tiny.
when this is all over, it... it will be the last time that they see each other, won't it? he had little hope that they would see each other again, even when they pinky promised over it. to suddenly be next to flayn on the bus had been... jarring, and to be thrown into this horrific situation again was worse. her company has been the brightest spot, here.
but flayn doesn't deserve this place and it's games, and its treachery. she deserves her beautiful coastline. she deserves fishing in memory of her mother. her father. her classmates. her magic, her life. and yin yu will go back to the shadows of ghost city, or back to mt. tonglu, to the terrifying eruption of power that awaits them.
when the light of the sun doesn't shine on the moon, the surface of it becomes dark.
inevitably, that is the fate that awaits him, when flayn is gone.
his fingers curl a little tighter, and as the final scene closes, he finally responds. ] ...I am, too.
[ because ultimately, this little piece of happiness that he has found is not just his own. flayn is so unbelievably beloved, it would be selfish for him to think anything otherwise.
he's quiet, for a little longer, as the credits roll, for a moment just watching the screen. ]
[that tiny spark of loneliness creeps in, and flayn clings to yin yu a little more tightly, as if being close to him can banish it.
she wants a happy ending for them all - but also, selfishly, for the two of them. she wants to go home, but she doesn't want to let him go. but she knows, deep down, that she could never ask him to follow her.
he has too many important things to do in his world. his master, his royal highness, his work—
it would be selfish, so selfish, to even consider asking him to leave them aside. so she won't. instead, she'll make the best of the time she has with him, and hope desperately that some way, somehow, when they say goodbye at the end of this, it won't be for the last time.
she shifts upward, just a little, and presses a kiss to his cheek.]
[ flayn will easily feel the way his heart swoops when she kisses his cheek -- this sort of simple, tiny affection just sends him reeling, every single time. it helps to push away some of those darker, unhappier thoughts fairly easily, and flayn will feel him smile, too, just a little. he closes his eyes and dips his head, a nonverbal bit of gratitude that reflects easily back to her.
it's something to think about, for later. for now... even someone like yin yu can have just a few snatched moments of happiness, right?
the film returns to the title screen, and he glances back as the music changes, finally, a bit surprised. oh... it's over. hm.... he's not sure he really wants to go back to the cabin yet. ]
....Flayn, [ there's a brief trip of nerves there, and his face pinkens a little, but - ] ...did you happen to bring that novel, with you?
[...she doesn't want to go back to their cabins, either. she's trying to think of some way to make this last a little longer (suggest another movie that they won't pay attention to, perhaps?), wondering if he would want the same thing, if he would even agree to—
and then he speaks up.
her cheeks flush faintly, and she can't help but smile. he isn't ready for this to be over yet, either.]
I did. [i decided just now that she did.] ...would you like to read a little more, together?
[ he was hoping, anticipating..... and there’s a feeling of him being just a little pleased, when flayn says so. yin yu exhales, and nods, up and down. ]
I’d like that very much. [ ..... not that he wants to really.... move from where he’s settled so warm and close to flayn but that’s fine, he’ll still - ] I can fetch it.
[...she doesn't really want him to move either but she supposes, if they're going to read, one of them will have to. it doesn't really stop her from pouting, but she gestures vaguely in the general direction of the book.]
[ okay. right. yin yu ends up staying there for a second too long, lingering, before he finally absolves with himself to get up. as he starts to move, yin yu blinks, and pauses, as he notices flayn still clinging to him, almost pouting.
....it puts an embarrassed smile on his face, and yin yu ducks his head to look away from her to hide it. they're--this is something. ] ...Flayn.
[ you gotta.
you gotta let him get up.
(how absolutely novel to think, that someone would want his presence so much they wouldn't want him to leave. it blows yin yu away, every time, and she'll feel the warm, squirming way his feelings curl up at it, amazed and quietly in love.) ]
[ it absolutely takes him an extra second to move after that because he really doesn't want to now.
....right. okay. well! yin yu bows his head and gets up quickly, practically unfolding from where he's settled, and hurries over to fetch the book from flayn's things. he finds it quickly, and, as requested, comes right back.
getting comfortable again with flayn - or, rather, allowing himself to do so - is going to be a different challenge entirely for him, considering he's still more flustered than is necessary and also awkward, but! yin yu sits back where he was before, book in hand. ]
...Is this a comfortable enough way for you to sit...? [ and he has to stop himself from saying "my lady", again, which means he just sort of trails off at the end. help him please he's struggling. ]
she kind of wants to sit in his lap, actually, so that she can lean back against him and his arms can be around her while they hold the book directly in front of themselves to read it. but that seems a little forward to suggest, even for her.
[ he might die of embarrassment, but he sure wouldn't say no! so there's that.
yin yu nods, a little flustered, as he settles back in to where he was before, leaning back against the couch. there's a beat, like he's still trying to decide what to do, before he just ... lifts his arm so she can scoot in a little closer again, if she'd like.
it's subtle, and his ears are red, but if she wants to tuck back close into his side again, that... that would be nice. ]
it would, perhaps, be more appropriate for her to hesitate at least a little before she scoots in close to his side - but she doesn't. she likes the feeling of being close to him, of sharing her warmth with him, and, well...
it's just the two of them here, isn't it? it shouldn't matter to anyone else what is or isn't proper, here. that's for them to decide.
[ if she hesitated he probably would have pulled back immediately, so it's a good thing she didn't! the immediacy of flayn zooming in next to him surprises yin yu a little, but slowly, he lets his arm back down as she gets comfortable, so it falls back around her, too.
embarrassing, but, nice. it takes him a little shifting to get comfortable - his limbs are all very long - but once he's settled, he'll offer flayn the novel. ] ...like this, you'll have to hold it, if you don't mind.
[ he can either hold onto her or...the book... yin yu would do either but this is pretty nice. she may be able to feel a little bit of his hesitance and embarrassment--throw him a bone here. ]
I can. [ a pause, and then, a little sheepishly, yin yu admits; ] ...Last time, I did not read so much as listened to you.
[ while he could tell you the basic plot of the story they had read, even the observant yin yu had forgotten a few details. more than once, he'd found himself soothed by the sound of her voice, but moreso, by the way she just seemed to enjoy the story with her whole being. the way it just seemed to enchant her was a lot more than the story itself. ]
[...that's sort of flattering? it's really flattering, actually. flayn smiles to herself, and looks down at the book. right. right, she's on the page they were at, which sentence was it...]
Um - I shall begin, then. If you are ready to listen...?
anyway. they read! it's comfortable, to stay cuddled up to yin yu's side as they make their way through the story. so comfortable, in fact, that later on, as they go, flayn can't help but feel a little sleepy. it isn't really easy for her to sleep, ever, but with yin yu here...
oh, she doesn't want to sleep, though. she wants to stay up with him and remember as much about all of this as she can.
so, stubbornly, she keeps going, even as she mispronounces some of the words from the book. oops.]
[ it's not as much the reading itself that's making yin yu sleepy. it's been a long day, but every day in camp is particularly long. rather, flayn being sleepy and exuding that outwards is starting to lull yin yu into towards sleeping, too. he knows from earlier in the week, how difficult sleep can be to find for flayn, and the fear that it gives her, so to feel her relaxing warm and comfortable against him is soothing, too. yin yu takes a deep breath as he would on his own, to try and help her stay calm and comfortable, but - he finds little tension in his own body, either.
relaxing is hard for him, and always has been.
he ends up leaning forward a bit, cheek nestling against the top of her head, and lets the mispronounced words go by; she'll feel the warm, ensconcing feeling of yin yu's fondness, quiet, but a little overwhelming all the same. it's more than fondness, though. he -
it's something he hasn't really felt, ever. an intense and true something, that's hard to describe. watching this wonder of a person trust him with one of her fears - and watching her stumble sleepily, cutely, over words, still desperately trying to stay awake a little longer to spend time with yin yu of all people - is what gives him the tiny, bright realization - i love her.
meditation is a key part of cultivation - of being cognizant of all of your feelings, recognizing them, letting them pass by. it's a few lines down the page further that yin yu finally reaches forward to gently place the bookmark they were using before in the center of the book, so his hand brushes hers. ]
[ there's...arguably more than enough space to sleep; he doesn't want to disturb flayn now that she's so close to slumber. gently, quietly, he'll try to close the book.
and when yin yu speaks, his voice is just soft enough to not disturb the gentle peace they've created, his usual gentle timbre even softer than usual, just a little hesitant. ] ...do you want to stay?
[ stay here. stay with him. he'll walk her back to her cabin if he has to, but if flayn, who fears sleep, is comfortable enough to rest, then by the gods, he'll stay here with her all night. ]
[that warm, relaxed feeling is echoed back to him. she bites back a yawn as he places the bookmark and eases the book shut, and unconsciously, she leans into him. that feeling that is more than fondness - love - echoes back to him, too.
flayn isn't sure when it started.
but she does know that, right now, there is nowhere else she would rather be than here with him. she doesn't want to be walked back to her cabin. she doesn't want to split up for the night.
she wants to stay here, warm and relaxed and loving him, and keep this moment close to her heart for as long as she possibly can.]
...would that be alright?
[she asks that, because she's concerned - would it be comfortable for him, to sleep here? she knows she's comfortable, because yin yu makes a rather good pillow, but. his comfort is important, too.
...she sounds really sleepy, though. and she makes no move to get up.]
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she hadn't thought that it would be possible, but yin yu makes many things possible for her.
with a small sigh of contentment, she returns her attention to the movie. honestly, she's missed a fair amount of what's going on, but even she can see that this has turned out... better than it was. the performance onscreen now lacks the terrified desperation of the exorcism, and it all just seems... very peaceful.
looking at it now, it's difficult to imagine how terrified everyone must have been just minutes earlier.]
...even horror stories can have happy endings.
[she sounds quietly amazed as she watches it.
maybe the horror story they're living will have a happy ending, too.]
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flayn voices a kind of hope he wouldn't, but. for a moment, yin yu thinks of the island, of the revivals of everyone on it, of promises made over memorials with a ship on the horizon. a happy ending they had achieved in the face of terror. ]
...so they can.
[ after all this pain, so many people in this place deserved a happy ending. those who had fallen; those who hadn't. the chance that this could all fall behind them is still there, even if it feels faint in the distance. that's something they can continue to work together, for. ]
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(it's going to get worse before it gets better. maybe it will not ever get better.)]
...do you think we can, too, Yin Yu?
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...we've done it before. [ he says, weight to his tone, a reflective seriousness.
because it won't be a naive hope. because if he has anything to say about it, he will do everything in his power to make it a reality. someone like flayn deserves a happy ending. that light of hers should never have to be snuffed out. (laughs in week 5)
his fingers curl gently in the fabric of her sweatshirt, and he looks down to her face again. yin yu's expression is a little hard to read, but his emotions are less so; there's some determination, a little fear, a lot of resolve, coated by that warm undertone he's come to associate with being by her side. ]
We will do our best to, once more. [ ...for her, and for the sleeping.
maybe... maybe for them too. ]
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whatever the reason for their being here now is, the fact remains that they did bring about a miracle on the island. yin yu reminds her of that, and the hope stirring in his heart stokes the fire in hers.
she breathes out.
if he can be resolved for this, despite his fear - she can, too. that resolve and determination he's feeling are echoed by her, coupled with a warmth that is far more than simple affection. there are the slightest, faintest pinpricks of guilt - but they're eased away by the peace she feels when she's here in yin yu's arms.]
I am looking forward to the day we make that happen.
[when it's over, when this nightmare is finally over—
then, maybe she really will be able to live her life fully, in the present moment, without any doubts or worries or regrets.]
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when this is all over, it... it will be the last time that they see each other, won't it? he had little hope that they would see each other again, even when they pinky promised over it. to suddenly be next to flayn on the bus had been... jarring, and to be thrown into this horrific situation again was worse. her company has been the brightest spot, here.
but flayn doesn't deserve this place and it's games, and its treachery. she deserves her beautiful coastline. she deserves fishing in memory of her mother. her father. her classmates. her magic, her life. and yin yu will go back to the shadows of ghost city, or back to mt. tonglu, to the terrifying eruption of power that awaits them.
when the light of the sun doesn't shine on the moon, the surface of it becomes dark.
inevitably, that is the fate that awaits him, when flayn is gone.
his fingers curl a little tighter, and as the final scene closes, he finally responds. ] ...I am, too.
[ because ultimately, this little piece of happiness that he has found is not just his own. flayn is so unbelievably beloved, it would be selfish for him to think anything otherwise.
he's quiet, for a little longer, as the credits roll, for a moment just watching the screen. ]
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she wants a happy ending for them all - but also, selfishly, for the two of them. she wants to go home, but she doesn't want to let him go. but she knows, deep down, that she could never ask him to follow her.
he has too many important things to do in his world. his master, his royal highness, his work—
it would be selfish, so selfish, to even consider asking him to leave them aside. so she won't. instead, she'll make the best of the time she has with him, and hope desperately that some way, somehow, when they say goodbye at the end of this, it won't be for the last time.
she shifts upward, just a little, and presses a kiss to his cheek.]
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it's something to think about, for later. for now... even someone like yin yu can have just a few snatched moments of happiness, right?
the film returns to the title screen, and he glances back as the music changes, finally, a bit surprised. oh... it's over. hm.... he's not sure he really wants to go back to the cabin yet. ]
....Flayn, [ there's a brief trip of nerves there, and his face pinkens a little, but - ] ...did you happen to bring that novel, with you?
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and then he speaks up.
her cheeks flush faintly, and she can't help but smile. he isn't ready for this to be over yet, either.]
I did. [i decided just now that she did.] ...would you like to read a little more, together?
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I’d like that very much. [ ..... not that he wants to really.... move from where he’s settled so warm and close to flayn but that’s fine, he’ll still - ] I can fetch it.
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[...she doesn't really want him to move either but she supposes, if they're going to read, one of them will have to. it doesn't really stop her from pouting, but she gestures vaguely in the general direction of the book.]
It is right over there. Thank you.
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....it puts an embarrassed smile on his face, and yin yu ducks his head to look away from her to hide it. they're--this is something. ] ...Flayn.
[ you gotta.
you gotta let him get up.
(how absolutely novel to think, that someone would want his presence so much they wouldn't want him to leave. it blows yin yu away, every time, and she'll feel the warm, squirming way his feelings curl up at it, amazed and quietly in love.) ]
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[she does not look at all happy about it (this fool), but she slowly loosens her hold on him, then draws back so he can get up.
hurry back, yin yu.]
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....right. okay. well! yin yu bows his head and gets up quickly, practically unfolding from where he's settled, and hurries over to fetch the book from flayn's things. he finds it quickly, and, as requested, comes right back.
getting comfortable again with flayn - or, rather, allowing himself to do so - is going to be a different challenge entirely for him, considering he's still more flustered than is necessary and also awkward, but! yin yu sits back where he was before, book in hand. ]
...Is this a comfortable enough way for you to sit...? [ and he has to stop himself from saying "my lady", again, which means he just sort of trails off at the end. help him please he's struggling. ]
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she kind of wants to sit in his lap, actually, so that she can lean back against him and his arms can be around her while they hold the book directly in front of themselves to read it. but that seems a little forward to suggest, even for her.
as they are now is fine.]
I - yes. It is.
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yin yu nods, a little flustered, as he settles back in to where he was before, leaning back against the couch. there's a beat, like he's still trying to decide what to do, before he just ... lifts his arm so she can scoot in a little closer again, if she'd like.
it's subtle, and his ears are red, but if she wants to tuck back close into his side again, that... that would be nice. ]
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that's even better.
it would, perhaps, be more appropriate for her to hesitate at least a little before she scoots in close to his side - but she doesn't. she likes the feeling of being close to him, of sharing her warmth with him, and, well...
it's just the two of them here, isn't it? it shouldn't matter to anyone else what is or isn't proper, here. that's for them to decide.
(her cheeks are warm, though.)]
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embarrassing, but, nice. it takes him a little shifting to get comfortable - his limbs are all very long - but once he's settled, he'll offer flayn the novel. ] ...like this, you'll have to hold it, if you don't mind.
[ he can either hold onto her or...the book... yin yu would do either but this is pretty nice. she may be able to feel a little bit of his hesitance and embarrassment--throw him a bone here. ]
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[flayn would much rather that he hold onto her as opposed to the book, so she nods and takes it, opening it up to where they left off.
she looks up at him, then down at the book.]
Um - can you see it, from here?
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[ while he could tell you the basic plot of the story they had read, even the observant yin yu had forgotten a few details. more than once, he'd found himself soothed by the sound of her voice, but moreso, by the way she just seemed to enjoy the story with her whole being. the way it just seemed to enchant her was a lot more than the story itself. ]
But I can see just fine.
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[...that's sort of flattering? it's really flattering, actually. flayn smiles to herself, and looks down at the book. right. right, she's on the page they were at, which sentence was it...]
Um - I shall begin, then. If you are ready to listen...?
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At your leave.
[ boy i'm glad we started another thread because threading out reading is very hard, ]
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anyway. they read! it's comfortable, to stay cuddled up to yin yu's side as they make their way through the story. so comfortable, in fact, that later on, as they go, flayn can't help but feel a little sleepy. it isn't really easy for her to sleep, ever, but with yin yu here...
oh, she doesn't want to sleep, though. she wants to stay up with him and remember as much about all of this as she can.
so, stubbornly, she keeps going, even as she mispronounces some of the words from the book. oops.]
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relaxing is hard for him, and always has been.
he ends up leaning forward a bit, cheek nestling against the top of her head, and lets the mispronounced words go by; she'll feel the warm, ensconcing feeling of yin yu's fondness, quiet, but a little overwhelming all the same. it's more than fondness, though. he -
it's something he hasn't really felt, ever. an intense and true something, that's hard to describe. watching this wonder of a person trust him with one of her fears - and watching her stumble sleepily, cutely, over words, still desperately trying to stay awake a little longer to spend time with yin yu of all people - is what gives him the tiny, bright realization - i love her.
meditation is a key part of cultivation - of being cognizant of all of your feelings, recognizing them, letting them pass by. it's a few lines down the page further that yin yu finally reaches forward to gently place the bookmark they were using before in the center of the book, so his hand brushes hers. ]
[ there's...arguably more than enough space to sleep; he doesn't want to disturb flayn now that she's so close to slumber. gently, quietly, he'll try to close the book.
and when yin yu speaks, his voice is just soft enough to not disturb the gentle peace they've created, his usual gentle timbre even softer than usual, just a little hesitant. ] ...do you want to stay?
[ stay here. stay with him. he'll walk her back to her cabin if he has to, but if flayn, who fears sleep, is comfortable enough to rest, then by the gods, he'll stay here with her all night. ]
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flayn isn't sure when it started.
but she does know that, right now, there is nowhere else she would rather be than here with him. she doesn't want to be walked back to her cabin. she doesn't want to split up for the night.
she wants to stay here, warm and relaxed and loving him, and keep this moment close to her heart for as long as she possibly can.]
...would that be alright?
[she asks that, because she's concerned - would it be comfortable for him, to sleep here? she knows she's comfortable, because yin yu makes a rather good pillow, but. his comfort is important, too.
...she sounds really sleepy, though. and she makes no move to get up.]
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