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[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ the days are rather chilly this time of year -- it's the reason why he was dressed in two layers with another cloak draped over one shoulder. walking briskly, paying the scenery no mind (he didn't have much of an interest in them) before finally spotting the little table for two and anna's back.

smiles softly while approaching, making as little noise as possible while slipping off the cloak at the same time so that he can place them them over anna's shoulders when he gets in range. leaves his hands on those shoulders as he leans in a tad to murmur. ]

It's amazing that you haven't caught something already.

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[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ it is only at night that annabelle comes out again, feeling as tired and restless as he was earlier in the day. the gardens are his refuge once again, however, a destination that he hopes will bring him rest.

a place to sit is easy to find; a large, white iron bench that he sees home to often, hidden amongst an assortment of flowers that usually gives him comfort. though tonight he opts to sit and lean forward, elbows braced on his knees as he puts his face into his hands, exhaling out a soft breath of regret. ]

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ sits up from where he had been lying on the grass when a soft sound rouses him from his thoughts. his movement is a little sluggish as he shakes off any drowsiness, carefully rounding the vegetation to get a glimpse of the stranger.

pauses only briefly upon realizing it's annabelle & purposefully makes his footsteps a little louder as not to startle his sibling too much. ]

Does your pact with the weather protect you during your nightly strolls as well?

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ had been deep in thought and thus jerks slightly at the noise, shoulders relaxing when upon realizing who it is. inhales, exhales; cranes his neck to look up at the sky, voice soft as he speaks. ]

Sometimes.

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ makes a considering noise & takes off his cloak to place on annabelle's shoulders. turns around afterward, leaning against the bench as he looks in the opposite direction. ]

Then I would not place so much faith in it.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ briefly blinks at the sudden movement, turning to look at robert. almost doesn't seem like he's going to say anything for a moment there, until he shifts to look at the sky again, speaking a little less quietly this time. ]

I put faith in things that I believe in. Sometimes it falters, but I won't reject it for just one fault. It can redeem itself again tomorrow.

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ snorts. ]

And faith is at times mistakenly placed in things that only grow more rotten with time.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ shakes his head. ]

Not unless you help it to grow.

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ sighs a little. ]

There's a limit. Optimism can be poison in excessive amounts.

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[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

I would rather be optimistic than give in to defeat.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ shifts the cloak on his shoulders, pulling it tightly around himself as he leans back into the bench, sounding tired. ]

But it depends on how you view the world, I suppose.

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

Yes. And how you wish to live in it.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

How do you wish to live in it, Robert?

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ his answer is immediate: ]

Freely.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

... [ closes his eyes, sighing quietly. ] The world has boundaries.

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

We are in a position to be able to choose those boundaries.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

You are, yes.

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

No. We are.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

No, you are. You don't--

[ abruptly stops and stands, feeling frustrated. discards the cloak on the bench before walking off. ]

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[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ startles a bit at the brisk action, brows furrowing in mirrored frustration. reaches down to fist at the cloak for a moment, before taking a deep breath to trail after annabelle even as he keeps a polite distance. ]

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ his next words are quiet, but not inaudible, speaking loudly enough to be heard at their distance. ]

What is it that I don't understand, Annabelle?

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ keeps on going at a brisk pace in silence, even after he hears robert's question. pace begins to slow, however, when he tries to come up with something, too many things (reasons, explanations) coming at him at once.

finally stops but does not turn; his own voice is quiet, lower and sounding more defeated than usual. ]

... me.

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ stops as well, still maintaining the distance. ]

And however shall I if you would only speak in circles?

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[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

I believe most of what I say is straight-forward.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

... or perhaps we are just not as connected as we used to be.

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[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ does not disagree with the second claim, tying his cloak back around himself with a sigh. ]

You give thoughts without making your reasons clear.