I’ve already seen a couple posts about it but
These moments in Taako’s memories? These ones right here? Paired with the look in his eyes each time Lup is mentioned this book?
The awareness of absence but the unknown of what it could be. The feeling of loneliness that feels like it hurts more than it should, but why would it?
Taako knows loneliness, Taako has been alone from his very first concrete memory, but within that loneliness something is missing, something that is just eluding him.
((Also in almost every memory in this sequence, near or around the area the static inhabits is a flame or a fire of some kind :)))
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Round 1: Match 4 of 64
Why they deserve to be the ultimate wizard according to YOU:
Lup:
“She specializes in evocation, specifically fire, and she's super rad. She turns herself into a lich and builds a magic-consuming umbrella.”
Taako:
“Um. He's Taako? Y'know... from TV? ”
“Specializes in transmutation, which he used in his traveling cooking show Sizzle It Up with Taako.”
“He said abracafuckyou once that was funny.”
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41 with lup and taako? :)
41. “I feel like I can’t breathe.”
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When Lup woke up, it was dark. Not pitch black, but unsettling dark all the same. The ground below her was firm, with a slight give, and velvety, sort of scratchy against her arms.
Lup shut her eyes. She counted to ten in her head. The texture against her hands wasn't bad but she didn't want to be feeling it. It sent a sick feeling into her stomach, which bubbled up and threatened to come out as a sob in her throat. She counted backward from ten. And then into the negatives. And then back up to zero again.
"Lup?" someone said nearby. Lup kept her eyes squeezed shut. "Are you awake?"
"Where are we?" Lup asked. She started up to ten again, in Elvish this time.
"Living room, I think," the voice said. "Let me turn on the light."
There was a flash of light that got through her eyelids. Lup screwed her face up, not ready to open them yet. The texture beneath her fingers was driving chills up her arm. Someone grunted and then touched her shoulder.
"Lup?" the voice- Taako, she knew Taako's voice- said. Taako could see her. That was a good sign. Taako could touch her. A great sign, even. "Are you... how- how can I help you?"
"I feel like I can't breathe," Lup whispered.
"Hey," Taako said. Something shifted by her head. A warm hand ran through Lup's hair. "Breathe in as I count to four. Ready?" He didn't wait for a response. Lup wasn't sure if she could give one. Instead, she just inhaled as Taako counted up. And then exhaled as he started back from zero and made his way up to four again. They followed the pattern a few more times before Lup had to interrupt with,
"Where am I?"
"Living room," Taako reminded.
"No," Lup said. "Am I on the floor or-"
"Couch," Taako said. "On a blanket, technically."
She sat up, eyes still shut, drawing her hands into her chest. The velvet feeling against her vanished as she did so. Lup let out a shaky exhale.
"Get rid of the blanket," she said. "Please."
"'Course," Taako said. There was a slight shuffle, where Taako's half of the couch lifted up like he had stood. Something soft fell on the floor behind them. Taako's hand caught hers, intertwining their fingers. "S'gone."
Lup peeked an eye open, squinting. She was facing the door that went into the kitchen. There was a potted plant nearby that held a poorly maintained succulent. The tall backed leather chair Magnus had forced upon Taako was settled in the corner. And Taako himself was at her side, sort of awkwardly crouching between the couch and the floor. She opened the other eye, too.
"You good?" he asked, squeezing her hand.
"I wanna burn that fucking blanket," Lup said. If Taako was upset about that at all, he didn't show it.
"Lucretia gave it to me, so burn away," he said. He paused for a second, seeming to hesitate. "For real though, is... are you okay?"
Lup settled herself back into the couch now that the blanket was gone. Taako lifted himself up next to her. They were close enough that their thighs smushed together, their hands still connected. Lup sighed.
"Reminded me of the umbrastaff," she said, quietly. Taako's ear twitched. "And it was dark so I thought..."
"Yikes," Taako said. Lup let out a wet chuckle, using a free hand to rub at her face. "Yeah, we can deffo burn that. You gotta pay for the new one, though."
"For sure," Lup said. And then, "I'm- my bad, Taako."
"For what?"
"For-" she gestured vaguely with her free hand. "I don't know! I thought I was getting better at shit and this is just like, a whole step back. So I guess I'm sorry for doing that on your couch? It's a pretty good couch, though. I really like it."
"You don't have to be sorry for that, doofus," Taako said, nudging her shoulder with his. "If I let you get away with that, then you're gonna start making me apologize for like, panic baking in your kitchen. And you know cha'boy isn't gonna apologize for panic baking. Even if I use all your almond flour."
"I'm not gonna make you apologize for panic baking," Lup said. "That's how you cope."
"And I'm not gonna accept you apologizing for being traumatized on my couch," Taako said. "Them's the breaks, Lup."
"Thank you, then," Lup said, rolling her eyes.
"Now that I'll accept," Taako said. "Are you gonna sleep more or should we go burn that shitty blanket? 'Cus I'm in the mood for s'mores and if we're burning shit then we might as well."
"I could go for a s'more," Lup said.
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