#w. halandil

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"We are servants to those people" (AU where Bolaire meets Hal before he really shakes the whole "I am an object, at the whims of whoever's wearing me" thing? Double bonus if it's for a museum gala and he's literally a servant) -curatorbolaire

@curatorbolaire | halandil and bolaire | answered ask! "we are servants to those people."

his head tilts, eyebrows furrowed tightly. somehow, this was not the conversation he had expected to get into. "well– i...disagree." is he really going to have this argument? looks like it. "servants are...well, props are servants, in a way. a prop serves the performer – and i don't think you're...that you're a prop. not at all. way i see it, you're a performer." he pauses, arms crossing. "...which are similar things from an outsider's point of view, i'll admit. but they're actually fairly different." not the least of which that one was a person. a cheer comes up from the crowd through the room behind them and hal glances back at the makeshift stage – or, rather, more at the crowd of people's backs, as that's all that is visible from this spot in the room. "props just...enhance setting. you don't need a prop to have a good play. what you do need," as the crowd parts slightly, just enough for a momentary glimpse of the troupe's performance, "is a performer. and a performer is the one who interprets the text; filters it through their mirror and puts it on display." hal glances back to the man across from him. "so, no. you don't feel like a prop to me."

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Hal. I have terrible news. I think yargrahz is growing on me.

@curatorbolaire

he chuckles softly. "i daresay i might be joining you in that truth." waving the glass in the air, he shrugs. "what can i say? it has a certain kind of charm." nostalgia is the best medicine.

@curatorbolaire.

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"I don't know what scares me more, what I did or how easy it was" -curatorbolaire

@curatorbolaire | halandil and bolaire | answered ask! "I don't know what scares me more, what I did or how easy it was."

a hand runs through his hair, ignoring the way the fingers tremor at the tips. "...um. this is a lot to process." a half-hearted huff of laughter escapes as his hand falls to his side, taking a slow, steady breath. there's a million questions running through his head at the information, a million words he wants to say, but the only thing that comes out is "are we safe? are we all safe – including you?" tell me you did this for a reason.

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@sirdavinos | halandil and julien | requested a starter!

it's everything he can do to keep his expression flat, blank. frankly, he's stunned the other man has enough audacity to show his face in a place like this, especially now. on the other hand, it is just like him. aranessa steps to the side to have a moment with thjazi's body, and hal simply keeps an eye on the figure in the doorway, the neck of a bottle of yahrgraz still clenched tightly between his fingers. they make eye contact for a moment, and hal forces himself to nod – you're hosting. be courteous. – but he does not speak. he isn't sure he has the capacity.

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i love you too much to let you get hurt like this. (bolaire to hal)

@criticalstories | halandil and bolaire | answered ask! i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.

he stares at bolaire for a moment, faint bewilderment touching the edges of his expression. while the blade doesn't fall from his hands, he does loosen his grip, lessening his stranglehold on the leather-covered hilt. the material has pushed dents into his skin where he's been clutching it, and his hand aches slightly, mirroring the way his chest squeezes. "...why?" he asks eventually, the word coming out as a whisper. "what have i...possibly done to deserve this from you?"

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[ 15. ] receiver takes over while sender is giving themselves stitches, promising to handle it. [ mayali / @aramans to halandil ]

@aramans | halandil and mayali | answered ask! [ 15. ] receiver takes over while sender is giving themselves stitches, promising to handle it.

"...thank you." he watches as she takes over, her steady hands so similar to the ones he watched grow up for...not nearly long enough. a small smile creeps across his face, bittersweet in ways only a parent can understand. "physical medicine was, ah...never my strong suit," he explains, somewhat vaguely sheepish. "you're much better than i could ever hope to be."

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thought i should stop by, see if you were okay. (azune waiting for hal’s turn to break down)

@4zune | halandil and azune | answered ask! thought i should stop by, see if you were okay.

hal can't help but let out a broken laugh as he pushes the door open wider, half-heartedly gesturing azune inside. "now, what little birdie told you that one, hm?" he asks, and the joking tone might have actually come across if his voice wasn't cracking every two seconds. he'd known calling out of the theater today had been a risk; someone was bound to guess why. probably shadia; she knew him too well as it was. his other hand comes up to wipe some of the tears from his face, shaking his head. "some days are–" he hesitates, swallowing back another wave of emotion threatening to break down the damn. "...well. it's just been...a long day," he finishes, shutting the front door behind azune and leaning against it for a moment; head to fist, fist to wood, eyes pressed shut in grief. things were finally setting in; their current situation realized. it was a lot.

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“how did you... how did you even do this?” (for either 🙃)

@thetachonisboy | halandil and occtis | answered ask! “how did you... how did you even do this?”

he smiles, one of the few times he can be spotted with genuine pride on his face. "it's taken a long time to put together," he remarks, moving past the young wizard towards the stage down below. "lots of time, lots of work, and..." a sigh "lots of patience." getting the permits wasn't easy. getting the job done was even harder. but his years of effort were starting to pay off, and seeing it all come together was worth every minute – and more. "glad you like it."