#tarielle

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Dandelions (yes, that song that gets clipped for tiktok a lot) could probably be a pretty good Tarielle song.

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Drabble #38

You all have been missed so far by the reason I love Tarielle so much. (Though the ship itself played a role here) That is why I am going to throw it into your face now. Very hard. Drabble Collection on Ao3 Ship: Tarielle Buy Me a Coffee „I like you, chér. You’re cheery, which is important, you’re cheeky, which is more important and you’ve got a lovely bottom, which is all-important. The ass of a man is the piston that drives the world, and you have a good one.” Arielle’s eyes lingered on for a second, silently, before she added: “Well, it’s not quite cheeky instead this awful dry british humour, but I think we can work with this.”

Tahir had known this woman for a month, tops. An entire month, that was; contact in the three months before this one and rare and shallow; now that Arthur had more business with Francis – only for the mainland connection, Tahir knew that – the English also had more business with his right hands. And Arielle seemed to have way more business with him that Tahir had expected. “No takebacks on the cheery though?” he simply asked her and chuckled again, her smile showing pearl white teeth. “Why, is this unusual for you?” “Well, I hope not, but I’d count myself more as one of the calmer kind” he said. “I’m a gentleman.” “You are indeed, always treading so carefully” Arielle said. “Truly an Englishman.” His smile was wide but not bright like hers: “Can’t say I’m not proud of it.” She cocked an eyebrow but never lost any of the charme. Everything she did was with a smile and an enticing twinkle in her eyes. Tahir found it arrogant in most Parisians, but on Arielle he thought it was stunning. “Saying that in front of a French woman is not ought to get you any plus points, chér.” “Might be, Miss Halévy, but you already admitted that you like this one and, as a gentleman, I am not one to lie. Speaking of like, you look stunning today. It seems actually to me, as if you are getting more beautiful with each time we see each other.” She laughed, loud and lovely. “You’re flirting as stuffy as an Englishman, too.” She grinned again, tapping with her fingers on the table. “And yet it doesn’t turn me off. I bet that’s all due to your ass.” “And you’re really as unapologetically bold as a French woman” he said. He leant in to her and lowered his voice. “Is that what you look for in a man, too? Not gentleness but wild fire?” His hand was lying very close to her. Arielle noticed it because she felt it. Suddenly, the air was thicker and carried the electricity between them way better. “Well, I need a man who does have manners” she said and looked him straight in the eyes. “But I don’t need anyone who sits on his ass, no matter how pretty, and does nothing to entertain me.” There was a time spent in silence. Then Tahir suddenly grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss to it. It was intense but not sloppy and his hand squeezed hers. “I’ll see what I can do about that, my Belle” he said with a grin. There was still some kind of stiffness in his face but it only made his eyes glow more. Then he stood up, leaving her behind at the table.

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Tarielle vs. Railey is still a v funny love triangle, because it IS about Tahir and which life he chooses, but he's not torn once he makes his decision. And Arielle and Robert don't fight because they want to have him, they fight because the thought of ROBERT having him drives Arielle nuts & Robert takes all her jabs VERY personally.

Tahir's in the middle and hates both of their childish games. Can't a friend of his and his lover just get ALONG.

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Arielle truly is like "Listen, I want to move on, I want to confront the fact that I was in love with Tahir and missed my chance, I want to do something with my life and be happy for him as a friend. HOWEVER, how can I be happy for him as long as he is dating EUROPE'S CUNT NUMBER ONE --"

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Thinking about that Paul Taylor bit about accents and how French & English people think about each other's as extremely sexy ... that explains so much about FrUK and Tarielle.

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Tahir once told Arielle, slightly flustered, "I'm afraid I'm not a big romantic, Miss Halévy" and then, one night many years after, he was tipsy and put his whole heart into his feet when he danced with her to Emily and sang along with Mika's "Emily, I love you, and I know you do too" and I'm gonna walk into the fucking ocean

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Monologue

Sacrifice is the oldest story.  The truest story.  Why else would it appear so often? If you want something, you have to give something up for it.  Every day this happens, with money, with your friends.  Giving of yourself, of something you value, it means more.  Money really is arbitrary –each person has different values for things.  But life is the most precious thing, whether it be your life, or the lives of those you love.  So giving up a life in exchange for something –that’s powerful. 

Humanity is strange that way.  You can distance yourself from how horrible it is to take a life –you have to do it, or you go insane.  The problem is that of empathy.  To understand the horror, you must see the other as yourself.  If you fully realize this, if you fully realize what life is, then it is very hard to take it away from someone else.  I’m not going to talk about justifiable homicide or the death penalty. 

It has taken thousands of years to build up civilization, and it has been for the most part a conscious decision.  Civilization, ‘the art of living in cities’, is the art of living together in groups.  Laws are created by the state so that its inhabitants will live in peace, or at least so that civilization will function.

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Um, so this got to be sort of run on and off the topic of sacrifice, so I think I'll cut out the stuff after 'humanity is strange' and put that in someone else's monologue in another story.