[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]
[...well. There was that. Ion hadn't really told anyone yet, but if it could help get Luke's mind off whatever it was that was upsetting him... and it isn't as though Ion has anything else positive going on in his life that would be worth talking about.]
But all that aside, I suppose you could say things have been... even better than all right.
[Voice]
Really? Did something happen?
[Voice] //filtered 3%
[
He's not used to filtering his personal life away from Jade yet.]...do you recall the conversation we had back in January? When I told you about... what happened just before Christmas?
[Voice] //filtered 70%
Um... Yeah, I think so. About Kohan?
[And the fact that they were MAKING OUT IN THE LIBRARY?]
Oh, did you figure some stuff out? Or... [He doesn't want to make guesses just in case he's wrong, but - better than all right?]
[Voice] //filtered 70%
Yes... we didn't actually start speaking to each other again until it was nearly March. [After he'd already gotten too sick to walk -- probably not the best way to confront someone you've been actively avoiding, but that goes unsaid.]
For awhile, I thought we would just go back to how things were before. But I suppose with everything that's been going on, I wanted to be more honest with myself... so, I told him how I felt about him.
[Unlike the last time Ion told Luke about something like this happening, there isn't a trace of sorrow or regret in his voice. In fact, it's the very opposite -- this is probably the happiest he's sounded in a very long time.]
[Voice] //filtered 70%
You did?
[But the way Ion sounds right now... He doesn't sound like he regretted it, or anything bad happened. In fact, he sounds... really happy. And that's something Luke hasn't heard in a while, especially when Ion's health started to deteriorate...
And what could possibly make him this happy? Luke only knows one way that conversation could lead to this, and he barely restrains the hope in his voice.]
Did... he feel the same way?
[Voice] //filtered 70%
[And with a little nod from Ion, Luke became the first person to know
that Kohan likes dudes.]Yes, he did. Though it took a bit of convincing on my part... he didn't want anything to come between our friendship. [He chuckles.] In the end, we were both avoiding each other for the same reasons. It all seems rather silly now, looking back on it.