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[replica model] • LUKE FON FABRE ([personal profile] fabrecation) wrote2010-11-06 12:39 am

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[Now that Luke can stay awake for more than an hour, he'd really like to get back to the people of Auldrant as well as the friends he made here in Luceti. He still can't hear anything, but... well, maybe no one has to know that. As long as they don't try talking to him, he'll be fine.

And being bedridden for these past few days has been extremely boring.

So, he grabs his journal and writes.]


Hey... I'm back.

[... Yup. Not much to expand on there. So let's go on.]

Anyone have any good stories to tell? Or... Actually, what's the most fun you've ever had? Here or in your world.

[Filtered to Asch; 15% Unhackable]

Asch, can I talk to you?
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[personal profile] dissonates 2010-11-09 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Asch remains by the door till long after Guy leaves, staring at the floor so intensely he may as well be banging his head against it. There's a lot of truth to what Guy says, and a lot of it isn't something Asch wants - or wanted - to hear. He knows his fists were clenching a few times as Guy spoke.

But they softened sometimes, too. His throat hurt, his eyes burned, and every now and then his hand hovered close to the knob as if to open it.

"I need you for that."

"You'll wither away."

It's hard to listen, let alone accept it. The idea of being around Guy every day, keeping his distance - or not? Were they not supposed to, even if that's the reason he left in the first place? Why would Guy want him back, after all that? And if they didn't work things out, why would he ever want to continue to live in a house with so many memories? There's a reason he's always vowed to never live in Fabre Manor again, after all. He hates old, pointless memories, and he hates regret even more. He doesn't want to live with that.

"I want you to come home."

...Why?

He remains frozen in place for a very long time. Then, when he finally forces himself to move, he goes straight to the bedroom he'd claimed as his own, flops into bed, and curls up in the blankets, gazing thoughtfully into the dark.

He won't be sleeping much tonight.]