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.]
silversnowfall: (into consideration)


[personal profile] silversnowfall 2014-05-03 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Nephry doesn't go looking for Luke, necessarily. The connections she'd made with him - each of his previous "visits" - are gone again, although he doesn't feel any less like family, and it makes her wary of infringing on his space.

No, she goes for a walk. She likes to walk to the cherry tree hill when she can; sometimes there isn't enough time, and this is one of those days.

The red hair stands out against the emerging spring of their glorified backyard.]


[Unless invited closer, she'll keep some distance.]
silversnowfall: (contemplative)


[personal profile] silversnowfall 2014-05-04 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Something of one, at least for a little while.

[There is no pity in her expression.] Do you want me to go another way, and leave you be?
silversnowfall: (is that so)


[personal profile] silversnowfall 2014-05-05 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you. I could use a little break. [And it's forested, so there's an old log or two to sit on and enjoy nature. Or worry about her wayward redhead child.]

I'm sorry to hear he's gone.
silversnowfall: (into consideration)

[personal profile] silversnowfall 2014-05-09 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
It still upsets me, to see people go. I worry more for the day when it doesn't bother me at all.
silversnowfall: (contemplative)

[personal profile] silversnowfall 2014-05-18 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, hopefully it doesn't happen, to either of us.

[On the other side, Nephry knows he will come back, and she keeps it to herself, too.]

He may return here again, some day.
silversnowfall: (studying box)

[personal profile] silversnowfall 2014-05-21 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Guy returns, hypothetically, and then Luke punches him?

Hm. Friendships are not so different these days.]

You know, he rescued me, here, once. Years ago.