yves & richie

[noirges]

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weekend 0 saturday

[noirges]

[ obligatory fit check instead of sexy angel costume! though at least now i can mention that yves was probably covered in bandages beneath his angel costume earlier so it wasn't even that scandalous. if nothing else, it just shows that the lace half mask he was wearing wasn't just part of the costume - it's an outfit staple. yay!

WHERE CAN THEY BE BESIDES THE BAR yves is already behind the counter ]

Monsieur Richie of Boirgah! [ teasingly, with a huge grin ] Shall we help ourselves?

jestie...

[gutterbound]

[Incredible stuff. The bandages don't bode well. Richie's unwound the one keeping his temple in check, trading the slutty toga for a more modest man's garb. Bomber jacket and a button up, well cut jeans. Regular clothes for regular folks, both of which seem to be in short supply around here. What's with the tuxedo tails?

Still, none of this keeps the grin off his face. Richie throws his hands wide.]

Lord Yves of Fries! How do you like them apples? [He drops easy into the nearest barstool and drums his hands on the wood.] Seems our prayers have been answered! "Ask and ye shall receive," indeed. Think if we whined hard enough about live entertainment they'd erect a Vegas revue?

[He takes a quick gander at the selection.]

What we looking at for scotch?

intro overflow

[noirges]

[ from here ]

Ahaha, yeah... Scien - the scientist who figured out the technology - was really something else. If we didn't have him, we probably would've died out ages ago.

[ so yves can't deny that he's grateful, even though scien brofiise is... scien brofiise. but he smiles anyway ]

I'm a human. Relivers can still give birth to normal, human children. My parents were also normal humans, though my grandfather became a Reliver. He passed at some point though without renewing his life again, because I think he felt ready.

[gutterbound]

[He is. that he is...]

Well. I figured. [A mildly uncomfortable shrug.] All the plumbing ought to be the same.

"Reliver." [He takes a short moment with the word. Cute, concise. The kind of term you'd find in a horror comic on a rotating rack, good spooks for kids. He thinks of what it must be, rehashing the same cycle two or three or ten times. It leaves him wanting for a smoke.]

...So your folks, did they decide to opt-in?

[Are they still with him?]

W0 SECOND FRIDAY

[gutterbound]

[Richie has returned to the scene of the crime. Or the scene of the pre-crime. He's checking at the door, as if looking now will unveil the trick behind their imprisonment. How Charlie got out to the beach.

He holds up when he spots Yves. Smiling wan, lacking his usual bombastic airs.]

Hey kid. You holding up okay?

[noirges]

Monsieur Richie...

[ yves is at least no longer damp, having changed into dry clothes ]

I'm not hurt. Are you okay?

week 0 post-trial

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[ he's coming around to visit people! yayyyy. with him he's bringing a little basket that has two glasses and a bottle of scotch just for richie

sits down next to him wherever he is ]

What a day.

[gutterbound]

[oh bless you sweet child.

Richie has been sat outside at the beach. He's got his smokes with him, but he left his booze at home, and he's already pulled through half a stick before the kid parks up beside him. He taps his ash to the opposite side, wondering if he shouldn't snuff it. Be polite.]

You said it.

[He goes quiet again and decides fuck it, they're outdoors. He takes another drag, prolonging the silence.]

...You did great today. I don't know if anyone's told you, but you did.

W1 MONDAY

[gutterbound]

[The Afternoon...Yves' holiday.

Richie blinks at the sudden shift as doves flutter over head.]

Wasn't this Christmas-themed a second ago?

[noirges]

[ it is totally his holiday but his eyes are lighting up ]

There's so many changing seasons...!

[ already reaching out to get two heart balloons for him and richie hehehe ]

week 1, thursday

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[ okay richie's arm was being seen to and then yves was being with the others bUT OF COURSE HE'LL COME SEE HIM ]

Monsieur Richie? Are you awake...?

[ he wouldn't be surprised about passing out from blood loss ]

[gutterbound]

[Well yeah he super was prepared to pass out but Anders slapped him back awake?? rude as hell.

Anyway Richie, who is no longer a furry, is heavily bandaged and posted up in his room. Theoretically Claude might also be here, but pretend he has headphones in. It is very funny that they were sent on the same CYOA together.]

Much as a guy can be.

[Said quite wearily.]

...I'm...nobody ever found out if Lingsha was all right?

W1 FRIDAY

[gutterbound]

Yves, where are you right now?

[noirges]

[ he doesn't want to answer.

but in his heart, yves is still so terribly kind. he worries that if he doesn't respond, richie might look for him anyway. maybe richie doesn't care about him that much, but what if he does? yves wouldn't be able to live with himself.

so he swallows his pride and responds ]

I'll go to you, Monsieur Richie.
Where are you?
I can change your bandages if you need.

W1 SATURDAY

[gutterbound]

[every day there's a new drama huh

Anyway Richie pulls out of the church once it's done with a clouded expression. He makes a hard beeline at first but grimaces, thinks twice, and moves to sit a moment in the gazebo instead.

He'll try to fish out his cigarettes and light one single-handed.]

[noirges]

[ richiiieee

yves will just wander over at some point - he was probably heading for the garden but he gets distracted ]

Monsieur Richie...?

week 2, monday

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[ yves is currently in the library! he's sitting there as he seems to be looking over maps in a frenzy, along with a few other books. they appear to be an assortment of books that contain knowledge of flowers, each of them opened to sections on the same exact flower: spider lilies. blooming red in print, in comparison to the dark ones that vine around yves's halo.

he looks... stressed? confused? for once ]

[gutterbound]

[oh n

Richie strolls up, normal (for now), a worried knot growing between his brows as he peeks over the other side of the table at the books.]

Heya, Yves. What we looking at?

W2 FRIDAY

[gutterbound]

Not the fucking holes...

[This sucks. This really sucks!! He's got a smoke out at once and is just going to :ben: against a void wall outside, forgive him]

[noirges]

[ nOT THE FUCKING HOLES yves is just going to wander out to where richie is ]

You okay, Monsieur Richie...?

week 2, sunday

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[ what a wild ride this week has been

yves will just go to find richie and pop his head into wherever he is ]

Monsieur Richie, let's get a drink?

[gutterbound]

[Richie is coming out of the showers.

No he can be in the lounge or something. He opens his mouth like he might say no, then claps it shut.]

You know what? Sure. Let's boogie.

[What else are you going to do after Expulsion day?]

W3 MONDAY (CW: children in peril, eye gore, disease mentions)

[gutterbound]

[oh my god who could have predicted we ended up in this terrible funhouse mirror thing oh no

Yves can watch this while we're trapped here i guess sorry it's so stupid long]

[noirges]

[ oh richie your life is so wild

yves is hit with a bunch of things that he genuinely does not understand like supermarkets and rock and roll shows, but he does understand the very end as a threat. and he hates it. his eyes narrow immediately and there's a defensive edge to it, like he's not sure how to reach into the mirror and 1v1 this fucking clown.

when the memory ends, he turns to richie with a look of concern ]

Monsieur Richie, are you okay? That was...

[ he's not sure what that was, besides upsetting ]

week 3, wednesday

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[ kabby i'm gonna give you this one but i'm also gonna give you the follow up memory later in the thread because it's achey and good

lazy starer they're in the mirrors whoa

I sincerely respect you from the bottom of my heart, for loving another person so much. ]

[gutterbound]

[Bursts into tears

No but Richie watches this with a strong ache in his chest. Look, were he at that bar? He'd absolutely be giving the guy a wide berth. Mind your own business, and let a man keep his miseries close to the chest. You never know when things might turn belligerent.

Of course Yves does the dead opposite. Aperchele's closest answer to therapy: a boy with a death omen for a scar and a bottomless well for a heart. Too kind to respect himself, but kind enough to coax the best out of anyone at their worst.

He finally gets a glimpse of this Hugo character, too. Bright blue eyes. A bit unnerving, those, but otherwise he seems only to be curious. The same way anyone else here is.

Richie looks to Yves when it's all over, hand to his mouth but all warmth in the eyes. His smile peeks from behind his fingers, bunching his cheeks.]

...Even as a gawky teenager, you were gunning for sainthood. My god, kid. They don't make 'em like you anymore.

W3 THURSDAY

[gutterbound]

[ignores your memshare forever

Anyway richie is for real going to sit outside the rooms at the hospital where you are all being treated

And if Yves so much as steps out of his room Richie will put a hand to whatever (reasonable) part of him is uninjured and push him back inside]

Absolutely not.

[noirges]

[ NOT MY MEMSHARELKJSDFLKJSDF

yves just pouts as he's stopped ]

... I don't wanna be in here, Monsieur Richie... I can rest somewhere else.

week 4, tuesday morning

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[ where are we? out in the wild! it's probably the ballroom as yves is admiring the grandeur of it all with very much country bumpkin energy. oh to be a lil fish out of water in such a grand place

and when he sees richie, he brightens up and grins. oh the vibes are truly sooooo adoring and admiring and loving. that's his uncle richie. ]

Monsieur Richie! I don't suppose this is your type of music, is it?

[ the piano ]

[gutterbound]

[Out in the WILD. we can work with that, the wild wild ballroom. Richie laughs at the immediate blast of eagerness, and has a brief blip of surprise. Then overwhelming fondness. Pride even, and a strange sort of love. Funny how fast you make friends in hard times.]

Not exactly, but I'd never kick a pianist off their seat.

[He draws near, and, catching the mood, pulls him into a side hug on instinct.]

I may have a particular tast but I've got a broader appreciation for the art. Is it your jam?

week 4, tuesday

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You've already turned down the option of you and Anders, Monsieur Richie
But I do think that you and Shadowheart are sweet together too

[gutterbound]

Wait I didn't think you would make up one about me! Yves, that's so sweet of you.

[ignoring the bit about anders, truly so curious why people would believe this is an option? comphet is hell why do i keep picking up these stupid reality-bound bitches where homophobia is canon and kills you]

She's a lovely woman and I do enjoy her company. I'll keep your thoughts in mind.

You're still not looking at anyone? Because it seems you've got scads of admirers as is.

W4 SATURDAY

[gutterbound]

[why isn't it w7 yet

Richie will find our sweet sonion Yves and tap him on the shoulder with the end of a bottle of fine wine. Vibes are troubled and sad of course, but also concerned. Deep concern for our boychild]

I don't want to fuel a bad habit, but every once in a while there's nothing for it.

[noirges]

[ yves' emotions were probably hard to pick out during trial since he was an idiot and fucking self-triggered himself. but now they're a little more obvious as he makes his way around. guilt. a deep sense of failure. self-hatred. ]

... thanks, Monsieur Richie.

[ and then confusion at being treated kindly at all ]

week 5, monday

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[ forces this on you when we already have a million pcs

but yves will go to find richie and thank god there's no emotionshare this week because it'd be a rough one. even still, it's probably pretty early in the morning and he obviously didn't sleep well. rubbing at his eyes ]

... Monsieur Richie? Can I talk to you a second?

[gutterbound]

[mood, buddy. Though thankfully emotionshare isn't here to make a wretched feedback loop.]

Hm? Yeah, of course. What is it?

week 7, monday

[noirges]

[ voiding us

he is running to hug richie since reunions happened so fucking early ]

[gutterbound]

[THEY DID AND THEN I NEEDED TO HEALTH MYSELF AFTER WORK INSTEAD OF CATCHING UP

But Richie bends his knees and holds out his arm like he's a pitcher on the mound, and when Yves reaches him he clasps him tight in one arm and lifts, spinning him around. It's half inertia carrying the weight here, but he is relatively fit even with one arm.]

How's about that for a miracle, Yves! Back in one piece, practically as good as new! How are you, you little devil!

week 7, wednesday

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[ ok sometime after thing and party invite— ]

Monsieur Richie! Your arm!

[ NOW THEY CAN HUG AGAIN WITH BOTH ARMS INTACT YAYYYY ]

[gutterbound]

My what?

[Looks down, gasps!]

Gadzooks! Who put that there?

[BUT WE HUGGING. forget that he's inversing a joke he made in another earlier pc]

endgame

[noirges]

[ ok iT'S OVER!!!!!!!!!! YVES IS MAKING HIS ROUNDS TO SEE PEOPLE and he's bringing a gift with him. it's a paper flower again, but this time in the shape of a lycoris, just like the ones on his halo. it has both red and black petals, and it truly looks so hilariously goth from someone so sunshiney

but he'll offer it out anyway ]

Monsieur Richie, will you accept this from me?

[gutterbound]

[looks to this and accidentally dreamscape shares Lucas's nightmare execution where he sprouted a bunch of demon virche flowers.

Hurriedly:]

It's lovely, sure I would.