wildsaber: (♪ should i tell him or -)
ʟᴜᴋᴇ ғᴏɴ ғᴀʙʀᴇ || lost child ([personal profile] wildsaber) wrote2014-04-25 01:03 am

02 ♪ written/action ♪ weak and powerless


[After the excitement of the past couple weeks, Luke is ready to call it quits. Everyone except him seemed to be under some kind of curse, or something... Shifts? Yes, that's what it was called. Whatever the reason, things have been hectic and weird and confusing and he's ready for things to go back to normal.

But... he hasn't seen Guy around, not before the Shifts happened nor afterward. No notes were left behind, no nothing. He thought maybe Guy just needed some space (despite how hard he had clung to Luke in the snow)-- but this is suspicious, and he's wondering if maybe... maybe, he went home.

It takes him a while to muster up the courage to open the journal. He can't trust his voice not to shake, so he tries writing in it instead.]

Hi, everyone. This is Luke.

For those who know him, Guy's not here anymore. I haven't seen him since before things got weird. He would never leave without telling someone, and we sleep in the same room, so I would've known if he got taken somewhere.

[He tries to think of something else to say. It's weird to think that Guy isn't here. Guy is always here, through everything. He was there when Luke said goodbye and he was there when Luke said hello, too.

Still, seeing it in front of him just cements it. He feels his reserves crumble a little. He's a little angry, even though he has no right to be. Guy would never leave unless he was forced to, he knows that, but... he's still mad at someone. Mad at the Malnosso. Luke wants to be home, laughing and traveling with Guy and his friends. Now Guy has to be-- be somewhere else, without Luke. Maybe even without knowing he's alive.]

... I'm sorry.

[He leaves it at that and closes the journal.]


[In the end, Luke doesn't go too far. He's in the woods behind House One, curled up against the gnarled face of a big tree. His knees are pulled to his chest, his head resting on his arms.

His eyes are closed, but he's not asleep. He can't sleep in the middle of the day, and especially not when he's caught up wondering what happened to his best friend.]
dissonates: <user name=fontech> (bugger off i'm having a girly moment)

[fonic link kinda] late mofo fight me

[personal profile] dissonates 2014-04-30 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Gone again.

Asch doesn't know how to feel about this, his emotions and thoughts conflicted all over again. As much as he can feel the loss of a childhood friend and any of the potential for healing old wounds between the two of them, he can feel phantom pains from the scars of the wound that had killed him, the wound made by Guy's father's blade just shy of two years ago. Or perhaps the dissonance was acting up again; lately, with his body, it's been hard to tell.

It doesn't... hurt, though. Emotionally, mentally, whatever. Guy's disappearance. It doesn't make him feel any kind of loss or unhappiness, bitterness or anger. Not like the last few times. Mostly what he feels is numb.

Maybe I've stopped caring. Maybe I know what a waste it is to feel that way.

Maybe I'm just tired.

Probably the most likely of options, that. He's been here too long, seen too many familiar presences vanish without a warning. As usual, forming attachments has only caused him pain. It's a wonder he bothers anymore.

His replica, though... that, he can feel a little, through the link they share. That loss. It's all the more prominent because Asch himself isn't experiencing it. And although he'd like nothing more than to close himself off and ignore the whole issue, create a wall around him to avoid getting closer (and therefore getting hurt again), with Luke...

...dammit. Dammit all to hell.

The link is open. Just a little, not enough to hurt but enough to offer up his presence in case Luke has need of it. The metaphorical door is unlocked and he's here, waiting.

Just in case.]
Edited 2014-04-30 08:40 (UTC)
dissonates: by <lj site="livejournal.com" user="caatalyst"> (hyperres tiem)

[fonic link] I had to go looking to see if one existed

[personal profile] dissonates 2014-05-02 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Asch hesitates; now that real contact has been made, he has no idea what to do or what to say. Truth be told, he'd been hoping his presence would be enough for that reason. There's an awkward, uncertain ripple in the link before he responds.]

I'm here.

[That's all he's got for the moment. If Luke wants him gone, now's a good time to demand it... but Asch suspects that won't happen, even if he might half-wish for it.]
dissonates: <user name=fontech> (it's "asch the bloody" because I'm mens-)

[fonic link] ...i would not call that dancy but it is pretty

[personal profile] dissonates 2014-05-05 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Hope you wanted some negative-feeling backlash in your fonic link, Luke, because you're getting it now.]

Friends? He nearly-

[Shit, this Luke wasn't around for that. Dammit, dammit. Backpedaling.]

...He's wanted me dead since we were children. Someone like that wouldn't have called me his friend.
dissonates: <lj site="livejournal.com" user="kannin"> (things I'll never say)

[fonic link]

[personal profile] dissonates 2014-05-13 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Of course he doesn't want revenge. He has it already. Asch still carries the scars and the memories of that, and Guy remembered it too, until he'd vanished from this place. But he can't just up and say that, obviously. And most of the people who'd witnessed it and the aftermath were gone.]

...I'm sure Guy tells you a lot of things to make you feel better. Doesn't make them true.
dissonates: <user name=fontech> (I won't say that it hurts.)

[like the fonics monkey]

[personal profile] dissonates 2014-05-17 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
...I know about the curse slot.

[There's too much emotion in that phrase, and it's difficult to rein it in. Being murdered can do that to a person. And the emptiness in Guy's eyes, the sound of Sync laughing, is something he'll never forget.]

And I don't think I can believe that anymore. Maybe once, I could have, but-

[It's too much. He knows too much now, about love and hatred and friendship and revenge. He's seen sides of Guy that he couldn't fathom as a child, or even just a few years ago. Not even when Van had told him about Guy's origins had he imagined how much unknown hatred lay between their family names.]

I don't expect him to ever want to be my friend. And that's fine. I don't need it.
dissonates: <lj site="livejournal.com" user="fuckyeahfish"> (i don't know how to tell you)

[luke can use that he could learn ancient ispanian]

[personal profile] dissonates 2014-05-20 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
[The bar... he hadn't really thought about it, since going there would mean bringing back so many memories, both good and bad. Now that Guy's gone, since it was his bar, but not the same Guy, so at the same time it wasn't his bar at all... it might be too hard. He'd start serving up the alcohol and instead fill his own glass and never stop, not till the face in his mind blurred and his shoulder stopped aching from the phantom pains of his last death.

Hell, maybe they could both use a drink after this. To Asch, at least, it's very tempting. Drown himself in a couple of the mixes Guy had taught him and just... forget for a while. He'd never let himself do it before, because he's seen it in so many other soldiers during his life- the ones who start drinking to drown out the pain, and the ones who forget how to stop. Because it feels good to forget. It feels good to... feel good. He never indulges that sort of thing because it hurts too much to lose it afterwards.


...I can open it.

[Just once.]