Jack Jeanne - Kyoji's Perspective
Objectively, Tachibana did have a good face for acting. At first Kyoji had thought he was only suitable to be a Jeanne - his slender face, big blue eyes, and dark eyelashes practically screamed ‘female role’, whether it was the lead character or a simple background part. He still swore that was the only reason the other boy had been picked to play the Maiden in the newcomer’s performance. Even if he had turned out to be a half decent performer in the end, who could have anticipated that based on his previous work? Kyoji snorted, his train of thought temporarily derailed as he recalled Tachibana and that red-haired idiot’s sham of an impromptu story at the welcome party. Saved by some timid mouse rattling off the plot of an old novel - and they had the audacity to be mad at him for trying to get things on track! Ridiculous.
…Though, they did improve. Even Kyoji, upset as he was about that oaf stealing his lead role, had to admit that. The newcomer’s performance had been a raging success, in no small way because of Tachibana’s incredibly sincere performance as the Maiden. He looked back at the other boy, who had paused in his cleaning to stare out the window. His face was framed in the golden light of the setting sun, making him appear to glow. Kyoji considered him. Yes, Tachibana did have aesthetically pleasing features, but his hard work and determination was what had carried him to success. Kyoji had seen him stay behind in the studio after practice was over, perfecting his dancing or going over his part with his friends. He truly put his all into acting, and you could feel it when you watched him play a part. Even Kyoji had been flustered by his devotion as he rehearsed scenes with him a week before the play.
So many nights he’d stayed up late practicing, squinting at the script with bleary eyes as he’d engraved every line and stage direction into his brain. By the time the newcomers' play had come around, he had not only polished his own part to perfection but also memorized both of the lead roles, just in case those two so-called ‘actors’ didn’t master them in time. While they were fooling around with their little amateur crew, he had been standing alone in the practice room next door, eyes on the mirror as he picked out every little imperfection and banished it:
“I wish…” His voice faltered. He still sounded too stiff, too wooden. Not nearly genuine enough. Damn it, what was he missing? He picked up the script book from the stool he’d left it on, scanning the contents until he came to the scene. His scene - his chance to shine, if only he could get it right…! He looked over the lines, repeating each one in his head to get a sense of how they should sound, then put the script back down and marched back to the mirror. Looking himself in the eye, he summoned every nerve, every ounce of frustration he’d felt since he came to the school, and spoke in a trembling yet resolute voice:
“I wish to cast off my armor, and speak my true heart…”
All of that preparation, all those days of studying. And for what? His moment had come, and he’d choked. So many times he’d scolded that fool Orimaki for forgetting his lines, and yet he had made the same mistake. Not to mention that Orimaki had played his part perfectly…
The blinding lights of the stage. The weight of his fake armor, his sweaty undershirt clinging to his skin. His mouth was dry, his tongue was lead, and he knew somewhere deep inside that he knew what to say but the words had left him - they had been drowned out by the pounding of his own traitorous heart. He stood there for an eternity, time flowing past him like molasses, before a shrill, familiar sound brought him back to Earth:
“Please, Sir Knight! Please, lend me your aid! I cannot do this without you! I beg of you…”
Tachibana was chattering away, waving his arms wildly as if to bat away the silence that had settled on the stage. Two thoughts staggered into his muddled brain: first, “That’s not in the script,” and the second, limping along a few seconds later, “He’s stalling for me.” Tachibana was ad-libbing, buying him time to recall that vital piece of dialogue. The gears in his mind started to turn; he found the information he was looking for. It no longer seemed quite so important, but he spoke it anyway, like a good soldier:
“I wish to cast off my armor and speak my true heart…”
The rest of it was a blur. When the scene had ended and he’d gone backstage while the setting changed, both Orimaki and Tachibana had been waiting there too. Tachibana had given him a small, not mocking smile, and a little shrug as if to say, “It happens.” The thought of the class’s worst student taking pity on him almost made him want to slug the other boy, but before he could snap a retort Orimaki spoke.
“Not alone on that stage, were you?”
It hit him like a blow to the gut. He’d sputtered, trying to come up with a proper response, before giving up and storming off. He couldn’t afford to completely lose it right then; his character had more scenes, and despite his blunder the show had to go on. The rest of the night had gone without incident, and his class had actually placed first in the competition. Tachibana, much to his own shock and his friends’ excitement, had gotten a golden individual award for his performance as the Maiden. Kyoji was too tired to even make a remark at their loudmouthed celebration, and he’d retired to his room as soon as possible.
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its very interesting to me how Tamlin is the character and High Lord that is heavily vilified (I would almost say even more than Beron strangely) when he is the only High Lord to have talked about d how he has gone about removing slavery within his court, protecting lower fae in general, and his court was open to immigration from other courts (i cant remember if its mentioned again in acomaf but in acotar fae from other courts are free to move to the spring court. example, Alis) and how overall he is a great leader. Especially when you compare him and Rhysand as High Lords.
The Court of Nightmares is well, a nightmare. Its existence is extremely strange and makes Rhysand look very odd. as well as its unclear how Rhysand gets his wealth. Velaris was a hidden city until acomaf-ish, which means it was locked (so no immigration or emigration which isn't bad per-say but does bring up how it works economically) and Rhysands inability or unwillingness to protect his citizens (not enforcing the wing clipping ban and allowing people to be abused in the CoN. and before anyone starts about him not being able to control the illyrians, why did he make it a law in the first place? It just makes him look bad) makes him look like a shitty ruler. His supposed "feminism" and friendship with the people of velaris doesnt answer these very important questions or justify the strange shit he does. Versus Tamlin, which you can refer to my opening statement for the comparison. Also to note, his rule only came into question and stability after Feyre broke into people minds (which I do feel is extremely gross and a huge violation of ones autonomy and privacy) and had to sabotage him. I won't comment how I feel about this in this post, but it says a lot that she had to go through such lengths to break him down. Especially after it was revealed he was in fact a double agent and never actually siding with Hybern.
The only time Tamlin is an arguably bad high lord is in acofas and acosf where he is in a severe mental crisis and not in a position to properly rule. But even then, it's not clear if this is actually causing harm to the land and people. It's probably not good because they don't have a proper leader but I can't believe it's a severe issue.
Its definitely a strange choice, isn't it? Cause I think anyone in their right mind would choose the anti-tyranny, anti-slavery leader who does his best for his people... and its somehow not our supposed 'hero'
"I once told you I would fight against tyranny, against that sort of evil. Did you think you were enough to turn me from that?"
Acowar, chapter 44
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i know you're not allowed to say that not all theories are equal because that, like most other instances of common sense around here, makes you a mega bitch apparently but i feel like a) that's just unrealistic, some theories *are* outlandish and don't even fit with the established writing style, characterization, themes, or genre of the show, b) lack any credible evidence to support their claim which is an important part of something being a viable theory, c) some of y'all will just say Anything, and d) i feel like if your theories always paint the one black guy as being the worst while everyone else including the clear antagonists are Good Actually then you're a piece of shit point blank. so. no, i don't think all theories or opinions are created equal, i think a lot of you have shit you need to unpack and i'm tired of everyone either agreeing n showing their ass by gassing tht shit up or playing "nice" bc it isn't actually very nice to just lend credibility to really weird shit like that.
But Anyway.
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