[replica model] • LUKE FON FABRE (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fabrecation) wrote2012-02-21 03:28 pm
fabrecation) wrote2012-02-21 03:28 pm
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025 [Action]
[Sunset of the 21st. After looking in his diary several times to make sure of the date, Luke has practically memorized the exact time it happened. This is the day, and the time, that he and Xion confessed to each other, without the influence of the experiment, and shared their first kiss.
This is the place, too. Luke leans on the railing of the bridge nearest House 14, staring out ahead of him and obviously lost in his thoughts. Even though this is the day, and even though they had been making plans to celebrate it, Luke's sure that Xion won't be able to now. Not with everything that's happened.
Still, that doesn't mean he can't find his own way to celebrate. It isn't much, though; he just leans on the bridge and twirls a blue iris idly in his fingers. Later, past sunset, he'll make his way to Seventh Heaven for the first time in quite a while, only to practice the piano. He's been away from it for a good while, so he's just a tad rusty. But he still manages to get over it after a song or two, and he doesn't mind, for once, if anyone else is there. He'd even be happy to chat it up with someone, whether on the bridge or in Seventh Heaven.
He does seem a tad cautious, though. He hasn't been here for a while for a reason and all.]
This is the place, too. Luke leans on the railing of the bridge nearest House 14, staring out ahead of him and obviously lost in his thoughts. Even though this is the day, and even though they had been making plans to celebrate it, Luke's sure that Xion won't be able to now. Not with everything that's happened.
Still, that doesn't mean he can't find his own way to celebrate. It isn't much, though; he just leans on the bridge and twirls a blue iris idly in his fingers. Later, past sunset, he'll make his way to Seventh Heaven for the first time in quite a while, only to practice the piano. He's been away from it for a good while, so he's just a tad rusty. But he still manages to get over it after a song or two, and he doesn't mind, for once, if anyone else is there. He'd even be happy to chat it up with someone, whether on the bridge or in Seventh Heaven.
He does seem a tad cautious, though. He hasn't been here for a while for a reason and all.]
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[WHAT IF HE CHOOSES WRONG. But he has a good feeling about this day here, so...]
November 30. Seems as good as any other day.
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[Luke flips the pages until he get to November, and he takes a pen nearby to circle November 30th, then draw what looks like a birthday cake in the center. Though it might just look like a box with sticks on top.]
There. To make it a little more official, I guess.
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Alright! Alright. It's official. November 30. Now it's your turn.
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[He flips the calendar to the earlier months, a slight tug on his lips as he seems to be thinking deep.]
Which ones are the spring months again?
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Ahh--March, April, and May, I think.
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[He flips between the three months.] March is a little too close for me, so that leaves April and May.
[... And both sound like such girlie months. Oi. But... hm. He does linger on May.]
What about... [There's a small pause, just to think for a moment, before he points down at a certain day.] May 30th.
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And, well--there you go!
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He lets out a quiet chuckle of disbelief, and he can't fight the grin that makes its way up. Wow, this is... That's really, really his birthday. He actually has a birthday of his very own! Ha!]
W-Wow, I... I never thought I'd actually get my own birthday!
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It really is pretty neat.]
I know this place is kind of bad, but... I don't know.
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[Luke can't trust the Malnosso. He doesn't think their intentions are good, he doesn't think their willingness to help is true. But not matter how much he hates them, he can't deny the fact that they brought him here, and they offered him things and experience that he could never have back on Auldrant. Things that he took, things that he enjoys even now.]
Part of me doesn't want to be happy. When I think about why we're here and what the Malnosso keep doing, I always want to get out of here and go home. But then I think about all the good things that happened, and I...
[He doesn't want to say it. To do so might mean that he's a step closer to abandoning Auldrant, and that's something he absolutely can't do.
So he doesn't say it, specifically. "And I don't want to go home."]
... And I feel happy here. Happier than a lot of other times back home.
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[And it's something Hiccup argues with himself with a lot--and the ultimately just puts it off. That Ikki guy told him it was cowardly not to make a decision about wanting to stay or wanting to go home. Was that really true?
Because he was happy back home. He loved his tribe, he had his father, he had Astrid, he had the dragons...he had become entirely happy there. But then he came here and met these people and saw all the things he could never learn back home. Blood should be more important than anything, shouldn't it? Then why was this so hard?]
There are a lot of bad things about being here. A lot. But it seems like the bad outweighs the good. For me, at least, it does. I think that's different for everyone. And...I don't know. If I had to decide, right now, whether to stay or go, I have no idea what decision I would make.
[Was indecision really so cowardly? Was he just waiting for more reasons to stay or go? IT feels like he should know.]
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[He had a duty back home. The destruction of Akzeriuth practically chained that duty to him. Auldrant was his world, and he'd do what he can to fix it and make it better for everyone, because he very nearly destroyed it. Not only that, but he does like it there. Sure, there's the replica issue, and there's the issue with the Score... but it's been his home for seven Auldrant years, fourteen Luceti years. He loves his family, even if his father and uncle can be jerks, even if they're not really his family. He loves his friends, he loves his world.
But this place... gave him acceptance. It let him feel like he really belonged, something he never, ever felt back on Auldrant. No one judges him because he's the son of the duke. Because he's a replica. He's just... Luke. Luke fon Fabre. And he's made so many friends, had so many experience... found someone he wants to be with forever...
It really is a hard decision to make. And, in the typical Auldrant fashion, Luke thinks it's probably better to just push it aside.]
But it's not a decision we have to make right now, right? So it's not like we have to think too much about it.
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He hods.] Yeah. This war isn't over, and it isn't really our choice to stay or go as it is, so...you're right. I'm sure we'll figure it out if the time comes.
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[... His hand's starting to tingle a little. He lifts it up to hold and rub it with his right - he knows what this means. And he'd rather Hiccup not be here to see his fingers possibly disappear for a moment.]
Hey, uh, I'm going to head to Seventh Heaven. You wanna stop by later? I'm going to play the piano and... eat, I guess. [He's already turned away slightly, enough to hide his hand if Luke can't manage to escape in time.]
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Yeah, sure! That sounds great. I'd love to hear you play.
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But before he says anything more, Luke makes his way out. It's as he gets to the front door that the tingling grows intense enough to make him cringe, and the tips of his fingers to glow and fade briefly.
Well. At least he got away.]