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[replica model] • LUKE FON FABRE ([personal profile] fabrecation) wrote2012-07-04 03:50 pm

026 [written]

[It's so bad now that Luke feels like he can barely get out of bed except for necessary needs. It's... honestly kind of strange. Sure, he's scared, and sure, he hates having to lay here and just wait for it to happen, despite writing and drawing to pass the time. But he isn't quite as terrified as he was just a month ago.

It's like he's accepted that this is happening in a quiet, somber sort of way.

There's pain every day, he's tired every day, he's thin and pale and looks as if he's just wasting away, as if he's all that's left after tiny pieces of himself slowly just... faded away. Even his hair seemed not quite as full as it ought to be.

He hated it, yes. But it's happening. And he's close to fading away completely, he knows that. Maybe that's why he's mostly okay with this. It can finally be over.

He'd only flipped through the journal to keep track of everyone. Now, though, he can't help being morbidly curious, in a way. So, making sure that he himself is out of sight, he writes slowly to the masses.]


If someone told you that you didn't have much longer to live, what would you do about it? What would you do with the last days of your life?

[It's a question that could be asked even by a curious healthy person, something to get people to think. He can think of it that way, and get answers that he might just need because of it.]
fourteen: (&hooded → hangin' in there)

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[personal profile] fourteen 2012-07-04 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ .... yes, well.

Xion's been a very brave girl lately. And when she sees this, she manages, somehow, to only gently shut her journal, breathe out through her nose, and head over to check on Luke. She doesn't tell him she's coming. He's probably used to her popping up via portal by now. It's been happening more and more frequently of late.

She's not even 100% certain it's him. The writer was careful to keep themselves out of the frame. But the timing of it is had to ignore. And even if, on some off chance, it wasn't Luke who wrote this, it reminds her strongly of him anyway. It reminds her of her own slow death. Of how she posed this very question to herself, back then, but wasn't brave enough to really ask.

Sometimes, when she's certain he's asleep - checked, more than once, just in case - she sits by his bedside and cries, silently, because it's getting harder and harder to let her grief show anywhere else.

Today, though, she's calm. Maybe because she knows he's awake. And her smile is gentle, though perhaps a little drawn. ]


Hey.
Edited (EDIIIIIITS) 2012-07-04 22:51 (UTC)