I'm really happy... These flowers really mean so much to me and my family, so... I'm glad they can mean something nice to someone who wants to treasure them.
[ ..Ah. One hand gently cradles the paper flower, their other hand an open palm with a light sparkle of black stars that gleam around the item.. until they hold it up and it starts to float with gentle little twirls in place. ]
When I see them, I think of you. [ Of how happy Yves looks in this moment. In that moment before with the blossom. They mean more to them than they can say or put in the words. But the fond is there, as they peer down at the paper flower. That they are something so important to Yves and his family.. they want to remember that. ] I can treasure them for the connection.. and since it also comes with a memory, of you giving it to me, in this moment.
[ cute.... yves watches the little magic with curiosity, but ultimately just settles into such a warm expression ]
... I'll remember you, Siff.
[ and he leans down to press a brief kiss to their forehead, adoring and gentle ]
I'll remember every moment. I promise. Until we get to meet here again at the ends of our lives, and you get to tell me about everything I might've missed while we were apart.
[ Their hands lower, letting the paper flower to float and twirl as it pleases. Distracted by those words as Siffrin looks at him with an almost searching gaze. That connection and permanence.. is something they always long for.
When the kiss comes, feeling it against skin and blinking up after do cheeks flush, embarrassed. Flustered. Ignoring the way their heart hammers, reaching to tug a little at their hat. But it doesn't distract them enough that they don't listen. ]
... [ Memory as fleeting as their own. Seen for themselves, someone slipping in and out of another's memory, so to be told they'll be remembered.. it both hurts and comforts them. ] ..And you'll do the same, right? Tell me everything that I've missed?
[ yves will reach out then, immediately meeting siff's outstretches hand with his own. ]
Of course.
[ he smiles, and there is confidence in this too. always a certainty that everything will find its place, and people will be able to see each other again ]
We can spend some time under the stars again, and do just that. An exchange of stories and memories, and when we meet again, we'll make even more together.
[ Holds his hand, gentle, but just firm enough to ensure the realness of it. Of this moment. Meeting that smile like they can commit it to memory fully. And not just one day forget it, forget his name, or how he looks. ]
..When that day comes, I'll look forward to it. Maybe, when it does.. you'll be able to meet my friends.
[ Is that a morbid thought..? To hope that, when they one day die, that they may show up here as well..? To meet these people they've gone through so much with. To make more memories with both groups of people that they have come to love so deeply. ]
Thank you, Vee. For being my friend. For showing and sharing with me.. parts of your "life."
[ Especially someone as important as Yves's grandpa. It's too bad Siffrin does not have any family they can remember.. think of.. to introduce but. Their friends from home are family enough. But to hear more from Yves, how could they not want to hear more? ]
.. [ There's a brief stutter, peering at him at those words, before they offer a sad smile. ] I hope the connections you've made here will always remind you how important and loved you are, Vee.
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I'm really happy... These flowers really mean so much to me and my family, so... I'm glad they can mean something nice to someone who wants to treasure them.
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When I see them, I think of you. [ Of how happy Yves looks in this moment. In that moment before with the blossom. They mean more to them than they can say or put in the words. But the fond is there, as they peer down at the paper flower. That they are something so important to Yves and his family.. they want to remember that. ] I can treasure them for the connection.. and since it also comes with a memory, of you giving it to me, in this moment.
..All the reason more to remember it.
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... I'll remember you, Siff.
[ and he leans down to press a brief kiss to their forehead, adoring and gentle ]
I'll remember every moment. I promise. Until we get to meet here again at the ends of our lives, and you get to tell me about everything I might've missed while we were apart.
Alright?
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When the kiss comes, feeling it against skin and blinking up after do cheeks flush, embarrassed. Flustered. Ignoring the way their heart hammers, reaching to tug a little at their hat. But it doesn't distract them enough that they don't listen. ]
... [ Memory as fleeting as their own. Seen for themselves, someone slipping in and out of another's memory, so to be told they'll be remembered.. it both hurts and comforts them. ] ..And you'll do the same, right? Tell me everything that I've missed?
[ One hand does hold out to him. ] A promise.
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Of course.
[ he smiles, and there is confidence in this too. always a certainty that everything will find its place, and people will be able to see each other again ]
We can spend some time under the stars again, and do just that. An exchange of stories and memories, and when we meet again, we'll make even more together.
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..When that day comes, I'll look forward to it. Maybe, when it does.. you'll be able to meet my friends.
[ Is that a morbid thought..? To hope that, when they one day die, that they may show up here as well..? To meet these people they've gone through so much with. To make more memories with both groups of people that they have come to love so deeply. ]
Thank you, Vee. For being my friend. For showing and sharing with me.. parts of your "life."
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[ that person that yves loves more than anyone, who he let go of far too soon and was actually saddened to never find in heaven. he smiles gently ]
Of course, Siff. Thank you for letting me have the chance to love you.
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[ Especially someone as important as Yves's grandpa. It's too bad Siffrin does not have any family they can remember.. think of.. to introduce but. Their friends from home are family enough. But to hear more from Yves, how could they not want to hear more? ]
.. [ There's a brief stutter, peering at him at those words, before they offer a sad smile. ] I hope the connections you've made here will always remind you how important and loved you are, Vee.