[replica model] • LUKE FON FABRE (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fabrecation) wrote2013-04-15 10:16 pm
fabrecation) wrote2013-04-15 10:16 pm
029 [Action ; Voice]
[Action]
[... trash like you stole my family, my home... everything from me!
Every night since the draft, those words echo in his head along with images of what happened to both him and his original. Seeing Asch as a child, as the real Luke fon Fabre, happy and smiling, in the place where he belonged...
Then seeing it fall when Luke stole it away again. And having to see him kill their own mother, even though it was just a dream.
It's become even more of a chore to try sleeping. It's difficult when he keeps waking up from horrible nightmares, and when the darkness and silence lead to negative thoughts chasing each other and biting at his mind. It's a cycle that's been going on for a couple of months now, and has only gotten worse since the draft.
On such a night, he sits in the dark and looks down at the person sleeping beside him: his girlfriend, the love of his life. She'd miss him if he were to suddenly disappear and give Asch his title back, right? ... Right, he knows that.
So he disappears in a different way, merely getting out of bed, out of the building in general, to sit outside, pajamas and all, to lean his back against the wall and stare up at the night sky, cloudy and patchy that it is due to the previous rain. The stars he's looking at are fake, stupid and cruel, and yet somehow, he still finds comfort in them. They're of little use at the moment, and he finds himself at war with his own emotions, ones that keep making a wet, stinging sensation in his eyes that makes his vision blur and make him shut his eyes to try clearing them out and hold back the sensation, blocking his view of the stars.
Things are so messed up for him right now.]
[Voice]
[Going back inside won't help. Luke knows that he'd just sit there in the darkness and be unable to get some proper sleep again. So, might as well reach out and see if he can get some help with that.
He remembers long ago, when he had a similar sleeping problem. He'd asked over the journals just like this. A woman who dove into his dreams read him a book that made him fall asleep within minutes. The thought makes him give a fond little half smile before he lets it fall as he speaks quietly.]
Can someone talk to me? It doesn't have to be a story or anything, just... something. What you did today, what you want to do later, or – I don't know, what you were doing back in your world.
If... it's okay, anyway. You don't have to talk. I know it's late, and I'm sorry, it's just that...
I need to stop... thinking about things for a little while. That's all it is.
[... trash like you stole my family, my home... everything from me!
Every night since the draft, those words echo in his head along with images of what happened to both him and his original. Seeing Asch as a child, as the real Luke fon Fabre, happy and smiling, in the place where he belonged...
Then seeing it fall when Luke stole it away again. And having to see him kill their own mother, even though it was just a dream.
It's become even more of a chore to try sleeping. It's difficult when he keeps waking up from horrible nightmares, and when the darkness and silence lead to negative thoughts chasing each other and biting at his mind. It's a cycle that's been going on for a couple of months now, and has only gotten worse since the draft.
On such a night, he sits in the dark and looks down at the person sleeping beside him: his girlfriend, the love of his life. She'd miss him if he were to suddenly disappear and give Asch his title back, right? ... Right, he knows that.
So he disappears in a different way, merely getting out of bed, out of the building in general, to sit outside, pajamas and all, to lean his back against the wall and stare up at the night sky, cloudy and patchy that it is due to the previous rain. The stars he's looking at are fake, stupid and cruel, and yet somehow, he still finds comfort in them. They're of little use at the moment, and he finds himself at war with his own emotions, ones that keep making a wet, stinging sensation in his eyes that makes his vision blur and make him shut his eyes to try clearing them out and hold back the sensation, blocking his view of the stars.
Things are so messed up for him right now.]
[Voice]
[Going back inside won't help. Luke knows that he'd just sit there in the darkness and be unable to get some proper sleep again. So, might as well reach out and see if he can get some help with that.
He remembers long ago, when he had a similar sleeping problem. He'd asked over the journals just like this. A woman who dove into his dreams read him a book that made him fall asleep within minutes. The thought makes him give a fond little half smile before he lets it fall as he speaks quietly.]
Can someone talk to me? It doesn't have to be a story or anything, just... something. What you did today, what you want to do later, or – I don't know, what you were doing back in your world.
If... it's okay, anyway. You don't have to talk. I know it's late, and I'm sorry, it's just that...
I need to stop... thinking about things for a little while. That's all it is.
Voice;
Voice;
Destroying a city? But... why? Why was he doing something like that?
Voice;
[ She pauses a moment to think. She'd never really given his motivations much thought, having been caught up in all the action at the time. ]
I think it might be that he was just...just a very sad, angry young man who wanted someone to pay for all the bad things that had happened to him.
Voice;
Damn, he hates giant robots.]
That doesn't mean he should've taken it out on the whole city! There were innocent lives there!
[He lets out a short huff of a breath as he presses his palm against his forehead and shuts his eyes. He can still see it, the people who looked at him with hope in their eyes, a kindness that had not died still hidden in their eyes, and then the utter loss of light within them after he...]
I'm sorry, I don't mean to yell. That just... [sounds like something that happened on my world] That just made me mad, that's all.
Voice;
But as it stood, she figured an apology would have been enough, even though it never would be. ]
No, no I'm not saying what he did was right! Goodness, going round destroying things is never the answer. I was simply...I was simply saying I could understand how he got to that point. I mean, it's so very easy to get caught up in hurt and anger...to the point you lose yourself.
Ah, but don't apologize. There's no need to. Getting angry about someone kidnapping and destroying things...it's alright to be upset by it.