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015 [Written/Voice]

[The handwriting that suddenly appears is very sloppy, but still somewhat readable. It's a combination of being drugged, having messy handwriting in the first place, and having a cast on his arm to have to work around.]

I don't really remember what happened, so I'll try to write what I can here.

A weird girl attacked us while I was practicing with Master Van. She sang this song that made us all sleepy (a "fonic hymn", he called it... What's that?). I tried to stop her, but all of a sudden this... incredible power appeared between us, and next thing I knew I woke up here without a shirt on.

I don't see that girl anywhere... She probably ran off. She'd better not be going to attack Master Van again! That girl's got a lot of nerve, barging in on our practice session like that! If I see her again...!

Whatever that power was, it threw me somewhere I'm not familiar with. And it took my shirt and my pants! Now I've got these scratchy white pants, and I'm in the middle of some forest! I don't know how to get back, but I remember Master Van saying that moss grows on the... south side of a tree, so I guess I'll

[The writing suddenly stops. After a moment, the video button is accidentally brushed against as the writer appears to be busy flipping between pages with an ever increasing frown. The writer himself has the exact face and hair color of one Luke fon Fabre, but something seems... different about him. His hair is much longer, and the ends of his hair fade to a blond color, just like his wings, which he has not noticed yet. After a few more seconds of looking at the pages, he clenches his teeth and growls, and that's the last you'll see of him from the journal, because he just threw it aside.]

This isn't even my diary! Dammit, where the hell am I?!

[He gets up and glares off in the distance. And though you can't see him, you can certainly hear him as he yells off in a random direction.]

Hey, girl! Come out here and face up to what you did! You're a Malkuth soldier, aren't you? Are you trying to kidnap me again?! When my father hears that you kidnapped the son of Duke Fabre again, you'll be sorry you even tried attacking us!

...

And what the hell did you put on my arm?!

[He's not talking to anyone in particular. In fact, he really wishes he'd hear a response. He's mostly yelling just to get some kind of answer – even that girl would be nice by now. Luke has no idea where he is, nor how to get back... Maybe she'll know.]

[[ooc: Replies will be made with

bratacus! And for the record, the Malnosso healed all his injuries; they were just too lazy to take the cast off. If anyone came to visit him while he was in the clinic, he probably got them to sign their name on it, so. Just a little tidbit.]]

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Tch, I wish the rest of them thought like you. Maybe then I'd actually get out of the manor!

[And when she says that next part, he frowns in confusion, because... well, all of this seems a little too simple, compared to what he's used to. But... whatever, he just rolls his eyes once she's turned away and follows after her.

... This shop certainly catches his interest once he's inside. He looks around as soon as he walks into the door, caught up by all the sights of the flowers. Man, Pere would love all these...]

Whoa... [He already wanders to the side, examining a particular set of yellow flowers.] Are those freesias?

Maybe you will someday, Luke. I mean, you're out of it now, right? Maybe not in ideal conditions, but ... you get to see a whole great big new world. That has to count for something.

[ ... she just sorta watches as he fusses over the flowers. Her smile is true, this time, small and warm. ]

I think so.

[ She follows him, coming to stand beside him as she reaches out to gently touch the petals. ] I don't really know that much about flowers... I just love to be surrounded by them. I ... I have some, planted in a box outside my window. [ Her jaw tightens, but she does an admirable job of not looking sad. ] Whenever it's nice outside, I leave the window open. And when there's a breeze, I can smell them, and it's so pretty...

[He glances down at her before he looks at the flowers again. Man, she really is moodswingy... Now she seems happy. Better than sad, at least.]

Freesias smell really nice, too. Pere's got some planted just outside my room. I like to open my window when the wind's blowing, too...

[His hand falls from the petals just slightly, before it returns to his side entirely.]

They never last for long, though. And they're pretty dull otherwise. I don't see how he takes care of them all day without getting bored...

Well.... [ She gestures around. ] Look how many there are, here. If you have all sorts of flowers, maybe they have to be taken care of in different ways. And besides, flowers are for more than just taking care of...

[ She moves over to some carnations. Pink carnations, actually. The look on her face is very tender as she touches them. ]

... I don't know about you, but just seeing them around makes me feel happy.

[Luke looks around at all the flowers, his expression a little sullen. Right now, all these flowers just remind him of home. He almost expects Pere to walk in and just start fixing all of them, telling the gardener some useful tips while talking about some story...

Still. They're pretty, and Luke finds himself going towards a flower he's never seen before.]

Pere always said stuff like that...

... you'll see him again, Luke. You won't be stuck here forever.

[ She moves behind him, not quite coming to stand by his side now. ] Sure, we don't get to pick when we leave, but ... a lot of people do. Eventually... [ She's lost so many friends. Precious friends. ] ... you'll see home again.

[ ... to wish Luke would go home ... so he could be happy ... only to go through all the horrific things he ends up experiencing... what a morbid wish. What a morbid wish... to wish she would lose him. To lose him forever ... with no hope of ever, ever seeing him again. Of holding his hand, pressing her cheek to his, or hearing him say he loves h--

Oh jeez. With a startled sound, she realizes she-- her eyes are ... brimming over with tears. ]

It'd better happen soon.

[He's about to reach out to the petals when he hears that sound, and he turns halfway to see just what that was -

Only to turn quickly and fully once he sees that she's crying. Oh, dammit. Oh DAMMIT, he knew this would happen! She's been giving him such sad looks ever since they started talking, and now she's really crying! Gaaah, what does he do?!

Luke holds up both hands, glancing around to see if anyone's watching because LORD this must look terrible to onlookers, and then he looks at her while hovering his hands over her shoulders.]

St-Stop crying, okay?! You're okay, just - uh... [AGAIN, WHAT DOES HE DO.]

Edited 2011-07-10 09:24 (UTC)

[ At this point, she doesn't really care about his flailing, be it verbal or physical. She can't seem to stop crying... the tears just won't stop flowing down her face.

She makes another sound, a soft uncertain sound, and ducks her head, lifting her hands to touch her face. After a second, her hands ball into fists, and she starts trying to rub the tears away, to no avail. ]

I'm not.

[ I'm not okay. Because I'm so scared now I just can't stop crying. I already told you... you're in so many of my memories. Without you, where will I go?

Her shoulders jump as she sucks in a breath that sounds awfully like a sob. ]

I'm sorry.

[Oh god oh god she's just crying harder now. See, this is the point where Luke usually runs out and tells one of his servants to calm the lady down for him. He even shuffles back a little and looks around again, trying to find someone who could jump in and comfort her. But, unfortunately, there's no one around. So, Luke is on his own.

...

...

Uh...

He... takes a step forward, brings his hands towards her, hesitates... then brings one hand to her shoulder while the other rests on top of her head. His movements are stiff, as if he's only ever done this once or twice in his life and it's awkward, but at least he's trying.]

Look, if you'll just - tell me what's wrong, I'll... fix it or something.

[ ... he's touching her.

She hiccups through her tears, trying to shove back the urge to throw her arms around him and keep crying. It'd only upset him, even if she wants to so, so badly. ]

You can't. [ She tries to keep her voice even, but it still shakes a little through her tears. ] I'm sorry. I shouldn't be doing this... [ A smile. It's strange and watery. ]

[... She's right. She shouldn't be doing this. In all the stories he's read, to friends cry for no real reason?

No, that's not the way it goes. Now that she's smiling, Luke pulls his hands back to put the backs of them on his hips instead. He frowns, and he feels annoyed, but also slightly hurt, especially with what he says next.]

Are you sure you want to be friends? You keep looking sad around me, and now you're crying! It's like being friends is the last thing you want to do.

Oh, Luke... [ She's still crying, but it's slowing, and she rubs at her eyes again. ] Of course I do. I promise, this isn't your fault. The truth is...

... the Malnosso ... they had me for a whole week up until just a day ago. And with everything they did while I was there... [ she sniffles -- unintentionally, but it adds realism to her story. ] ... I guess I'm still not totally over it.

[ It's a good lie, because it's half the truth. Xion is no stranger to lying, though traditionally she'd lie by omission. Half the truth will half to do. As she tries to think of what to say next, a thought occurs to her. ] Really, it's ... it's not you. [ a beat. ] Hey, Luke ... can I see your arm? The one that had the cast on it.

Edited 2011-07-11 08:06 (UTC)

[That answer... helps, a little. So maybe she doesn't look like she's about to cry all the time... Maybe this friendship thing can work out after all.

But upon the mention of his arm...

... He pulls his arm back a little, unconsciously.]

What's got you so interested in it all of the sudden?

[ ...

She reaches out, her movements careful, to take his arm whether he likes it or not to push his sleeve up by about an inch.

The skin ... it's very pale. Like he'd been wearing that cast for a while. Longer than the short amount of time he would have had it on if he'd been sent home, then returned here and had it slapped on his arm before he was sent out.

She lets out a long, slow breath, trying to hide her immense relief and even joy. It's still him. This ... whatever this is, will be temporary. He may have forgotten her now, but ... but he'll remember. ]

I just wanted to make sure they hadn't actually hurt you or anything.

Edited 2011-07-13 20:25 (UTC)

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