fabrecation: (Never forget)
[replica model] • LUKE FON FABRE ([personal profile] fabrecation) wrote2011-03-27 09:57 pm

013 [Voice/Actionish] (Backdated to the day before the event)

[Ever since that battle with Vanitas and his talk with Asch afterward, Luke had been feeling absolutely exhausted. He'd spent all day, all night, and then all day again in bed, which surprised him a little. Hyperresonance had never worn him out that much before... Then again, he never actually tried it in Luceti apart from his training with Asch, and never in combat like that. It's the next morning when Luke finally feels energized enough to get back to his daily routine.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary at first. Sure, there was no breakfast, but it's not like that was too unusual. Maybe enough to make him raise an eyebrow, but he shrugged it off and made himself some toast with butter and cinnamon. That seemed to be one of the few things he couldn't ruin, even if the meal wasn't all that fulfilling.

It's as the day goes on that something seems to be wrong. The silence could always be from Guy managing Good Spirits, but a quick check made him see that Guy wasn't even there. Sure, he could be somewhere else, but... without even checking in on him? Even at his worst, by this time Guy would always come by to see if Luke was okay and if he needed anything. It was always a little annoying, but... it was routine, too. A routine that's never broken easily.

It's late in the afternoon by the time Luke flops down in one of the chairs and frowns as he stares worriedly down at the floor. Something about this feels wrong. He's kind of afraid to check on Guy, because what he finds might just be everything he feared. It'd be easier to just pretend things were okay, to think that Guy's just off somewhere and that he'd be back later. Maybe he finally went to bring Asch back from wherever he was. Maybe he just went to do some errands. ...Very long errands.

But he can't keep doing that forever. He shuts his eyes, then stands and heads towards Guy's room.]


Guy? Guy, come on. [Luke's at the door now. He raises his hand to push it open... turns it into a fist, and brings it back down to his side.] ... Look, whatever I did, I'm sorry. Just... open the door, okay?

[No response. Luke purses his lips and tightens the fist at his side, then forces himself to relax it enough to raise his hand and open the door.]

Guy...

[Somehow, a part of him was expecting this. It was only a quiet, little part of him though, one that would be pushed firmly away by denial and what he felt was rationality. Even now as he stares into the completely empty room, a wave of rejection comes over him. No, maybe Guy just cleaned his room way too nicely. It continues even as Luke steps slowly into the room and looks into the closet, checks the drawers, even peeks under the bed: No, Guy's just having a massive cleaning day. He just moved to another room - Luke even tries to make sure by checking all of the other rooms, his steps quickening into a run by the time he goes upstairs, calling his name uselessly. No, Guy's just...

He's just...

Luke finally stops at what used to be Natalia's room. It was just the same with her: Everything was gone. All that was left was an empty space where his dear friend used to be... Just like Guy's room.]



[It takes a long while before Luke thinks to at least let everyone know what happened. He'd sat on what used to be Natalia's bed with his head in his hands and quietly thought of things that would take away the fact that Guy was gone and mentally berating himself every time his breathing hitched.

It takes another few minutes for Luke to actually get up and go to his room, where his journal lays on the nightstand. He rests one hand on the journal while the other reaches up to wipe at his face, trying to make himself look at least somewhat presentable.

... But when he does that, he just wants to cover his face, turn away and leave. To get away for a while, because now the house felt too empty, but... He shakes his head to himself and flips the journal open, keeping his head ducked down to hide whatever emotion he might be feeling.]


Guy... went back to Auldrant.

[That's all Luke can say before he shuts the journal and leaves it behind.]


[[ooc: Just a fair warning, Luke might not reply to some of the responses. Null and void since I am terrible at that. 8| He's a sad puppy right now and all. He can be caught wandering around the village, though, if you want to talk to him!]]
fourteen: (grip → and I pray nobody sees)

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[personal profile] fourteen 2011-03-28 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ ... she doesn't respond.

she knows better.

instead without a word she leaves. goes looking. she has an idea as to where he might be. she doesn't have any caramel apples with her ... but she does, on a hunch, have an extra scarf.

and of course, her idea proves to be right, when she finds him on That One Bridge. but she doesn't say anything as she walks up. only hugs the emerald green scarf to her chest and simply ... watches him, for a moment, in silence. ]
fourteen: (steady → I don't think that you remember)

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[personal profile] fourteen 2011-03-28 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ still without a word, she will lean up on her tip toes so she can slip the scarf around his neck after he looks away again. then she will take a moment to climb up onto the railing to sit beside him. she doesn't look at him, or touch him, or make any sort of comforting gesture -- not yet. instead she, too, simply looks at the water.

when she finally speaks her voice is quiet and even, not betraying any emotion. ]


... somehow, we always seem to end up here, huh?
fourteen: (→ I'm not sorry there's nothing to save.)

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[personal profile] fourteen 2011-03-28 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
It's a sad place. [ she says it without thinking, then immediately realizes it's true. not sad in a bad way.. but it has a lot of sadness associated with it, doesn't it?

she looks at him, finally, eyes searching his face. she opens her mouth to ask the question -- to say the words, perhaps,
I heard you earlier -- then immediately realizes they aren't necessary. after all, why else would she be out here? why else would HE be out here?

after a beat , she drops her gaze, mouth closing as the words die on her lips. instead, she reaches out to very gently take his hand in her own, running her thumb softly over his knuckles. still not looking up at his face. ]


... will he be okay, there?
fourteen: (clasped → I'm the dreams we had)

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[personal profile] fourteen 2011-03-28 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Of course, all these things are true. But Luke ... might really be the only reason she has any happy memories associated with this bridge at all. Mostly her memories involving this place... involve danger, or sorrow, or fear.

And now Luke's going to have that association, too. He'll remember coming here the day Guy disappeared. That's a difficult thing to forget. "Nice" and "sad" ... in this case, aren't really mutually exclusive.

She's silent for a moment more, after he trails off, shifting their hands so she can weave their fingers together. Her eyes remain on their joined hands, and her voice ... all of a sudden has just a little raw emotion to it. Just a little. ]


It's not fair, is it? When other people go home. We're supposed to be glad they're home and it's supposed to be better that way, because then they're not stuck here too, but it's not! It's not any better at all. Because... [ her grip on his hand tightens, and her expression draws in, too. ] ... friends are supposed to stay together. So ... so I don't care what anyone else says. [ finally -- finally -- she looks back up at him. ] ... I think it's okay to be sad.
fourteen: (→ I'm not sorry there's nothing to save.)

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[personal profile] fourteen 2011-03-31 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ .... she doesn't ask. instead she reaches up with her other hand and brushes the backs of her fingers against his cheek, briefly touching his hair. then, gently, she uses that hand to pull him towards her oh so slightly and leans her head against his, shutting her eyes.

don't be scared. ]
fourteen: (steady → I don't think that you remember)

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[personal profile] fourteen 2011-03-31 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's not a promise you can make. "I won't leave." That's not something a person here can say... no matter how much you might want to. No matter how much you might wish to say, as outlandish as some might find that idea.

As much as she's able -- as much as she possibly can -- she won't leave. She'll stay right here beside him, still gripping his hand in one and touching his face with the other, and let him pull her close. A little too tight -- but that's alright. ]


I'll stay here with you, okay? However long you need.
fourteen: (hide → but now it seems)

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[personal profile] fourteen 2011-03-31 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's funny... all she'd meant was right now. Right here on this bridge. It's only after a few moments that she realizes how what she said could be interpreted.... and feels awful for it, though she tries not to show it.

When he shifts, she moves with him, adjusting her hands and body to accommodate the way he's leaning against her. It's okay if he cries. She'd want to cry too.

But his words make her pause, eyes widening a little as she draws in a slow breath. It's not like she doesn't know already, but still, hearing them...

She just holds him as best she can. ]


... I love you too, Luke.
fourteen: (well wishing → I smile just)

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[personal profile] fourteen 2011-03-31 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ ... she'll let him get away with the wet eyes. if he were actually crying she'd probably just wipe his tears away, but... well, he seems to want to hide it, so she'll let it go.

instead she just smiles softly and nods. ]
Sure. Do you have anywhere in mind?