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yves just yves ([personal profile] noirges) wrote2025-02-08 01:16 pm
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[personal profile] obdure 2025-03-04 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ are you sure you want him to go first ]

I just find it disorienting.

[ Starts wading through because he wants to get out. ]
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[personal profile] obdure 2025-03-04 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He considers the direction and is about to take it, but then it's memory time. He frowns as he sees it play on mirror, turn... Only to see it in another mirror. It's inescapable.

His frown presses into a thin line. Yves was just a child.
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It's just a fucking burn.

[ In derision. How ridiculous? These people are INSANE. ]
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[personal profile] obdure 2025-03-04 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Why is Yves laughing? Jacopo is abhorred by people's stupidity and lack of common sense. If he had a profile where it would list pet peeves, stupid people would be listed. ]

How can your island have such advanced technology yet such regressive mindsets. [ He sees him looking guilty. ] What's with the expression?

[ You can't just ask someone why they look like that. ]
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[personal profile] obdure 2025-03-05 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
The one on your face right now—why are you looking guilty?

[ Why should he care about expressions of the past that he can't change? There's just one guy stuck in this maze with him and can respond. ]

It isn't a take on anything, it's a fact. It's a burn unless you want to tell me you are actually cursed by Death.
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[personal profile] obdure 2025-03-05 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
The fault is in this place... These stupid mirrors, so don't shoulder the burden for simply existing.

[ That's also stupid. ]

Do you really think ridding yourself of all those things will make you lovable?
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[personal profile] obdure 2025-03-05 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
You could have been. You could have not been. Man is full of potential, good and evil. That is what allows us to achieve greatness.

[ He wholly believes this despite his penchant in being difficult and avoidant of company, there's appreciation in what people can create... Because as lord, you unfortunately have to rate everyone's value. Jacopo, fortunately, understands that value does not come from birth. It comes from potential, choices, actions, ambition, everything that one person can achieve.

And what they don't achieve.
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Maybe you don't see it, but it's on the edge of madness what you're doing. Those negative emotions—they're just as important to know. If you have them still, even an ounce somewhere in that void, then hold onto them tight and don't take them for granted... Some people are born not knowing them at all, so be grateful.

[ If he sounds tense saying this part, it's because it is. It's something... Personal. Something he has seen before, but doesn't want to unravel. It's touched on lightly, only enough for this conversation, before he moves on. ]

People who love you this way only want a toy.

[ i'm sorry he's mean ]
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[personal profile] obdure 2025-03-05 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Maybe it's too sad to see broken people... And sadder to know some people are simply that way. That's a tragedy with no blame to cast. They're all just his opinion, of course.

He feels Yves' touch and instinctively moves his shoulder away. It isn't a violent pull back, but instead maybe fretful.
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How can you be when not all of you is there? [ ... ] Maybe it isn't too late for you.

[ but a new memory plays on the reflections of these mirrors. ]
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[personal profile] obdure 2025-03-05 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ He wasn't fast enough to break a mirror, but even then there are way too many. It plays and Jacopo feels surrounded. Funny that it would be in a place of mirrors, all reflecting back at them.

Despite his madness coming to light, he stays composed.
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... No. It's too late.

[ His gaze isn't even on Yves, but to the side like someone else is standing there because there is. Every time where he looks off to a specific spot, where there's nothing, he sees someone no one else can. He hears someone no one else can... And it wouldn't even be right to say it's someone. They're just ghosts of broken mind, pieces snapped off so he could live with himself and his choices.

Maybe they're ridiculing him for offering any type of comfort earlier, saying it was empty. Telling him he put on a good show, it almost looked believable. How pitiful to act even a fraction of the man he used to be. Deceitful. He should be ashamed when he feels nothing at all.

But those are voices are only for him and no one else.
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I don't want to hear any of it.
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[personal profile] obdure 2025-03-05 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
You still have a will of your own, don't you?! You don't need to listen to my warning! I'm not deciding for anyone! Figure it out yourself!

[ He has had his life of deciding and who thought being the one to make decisions would lead to so many consequences. Outside of that, he does think himself impotent and incapable of helping anyone. It's hard to believe in yourself when you've only gotten results through violence—violence Yves doesn't deserve.

How can hands that only know how to destroy hold anyone? They'd leave dirty crimson stains.

The voices taunt him because he, himself, believes this. Having spent years without anyone to understand him, no one having faith in him, he only had his twisted thoughts. No right to stand beside anyone... And no right to forgive himself. Hearing it vocalized strikes a nerve, or Jacopo thinks it does. It must be what that dull pang is, he isn't sure.

Maybe there was a chance here. For a moment, it was bearable in someone's presence, but that moment is gone. It's time to stop pretending.
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Enough!

[ To the voices? To Yves? It's one of these, maybe both. ]
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[personal profile] obdure 2025-03-07 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Unfortunately, Jacopo is loud and lashes out abruptly because he is also just a moody person in general. He has dealt with his issues fine, behaving for the past weeks, but this week—this effect with their memories—has pushed him to the edge. He can feel venomous words lodged in his throat, but he pulls them down.

They can stop, even if the voice tells him he's a person who doesn't know how. His hands clench tightly, nails biting into his palms deep. He should leave before he causes more damage. He should leave... Because he doesn't remember how to receive kindness.

And so he's going to leave for himself and for Yves.
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