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towerofanimus2013-02-06 12:39 am
sacred_flamer) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-06 12:39 am
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Characters: Luke and open.
Setting: Graveyard - Floor 48
Format: You pick.
Summary: Luke just had a massive info dump dropped on him, and now he has to try and figure himself out all over again.
Warnings: SO MANY GODDAMN FEELS.
Saber had escorted him back to his room after that whole... madness that went down in the middle of the hallway, but it wasn't like Luke could do anything at the moment. He felt... hurt, crushed; like something had smashed his insides to bits and all that was left was a pasty goo dripping out of his ears. He laid on his bed and rolled around for a little while, but it didn't do anything to assuage that feeling.
That was why he headed out, up to the forty-eighth floor where the graveyard was. He'd been meaning to for awhile -- he needed to check for Tear's gravestone after all -- but he hadn't exactly been willing to actually do it. Right now, though, he needed the peace and quiet away from everyone else... and when he finally located her grave marker, he sat down before it, curled up on the crowded, cold earth with a sigh.
...he will kill ten thousand people. That's what his future on Auldrant held for him.
Guy, his best friend since forever, was really royalty, and was hiding a secret from him that he "didn't need to know."
Just how much didn't he "need to know?"
He wanted to curl up and cry again, but he had already done plenty of that. Now he knew; he was a murderer, and ignorant, selfish murderer, and it was far too late for him to do a damn thing about it. How wrong he was about himself... he would have hated to see his Shadow now.
Luke let out a sigh as he huddled himself into a ball, able to feel Amnon against his chest from the cheagle's usual hiding place under his coat.
"Tear... I wish you were still here," he finally murmured softly. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. I don't know how I can fix this... please, help me..."
He curled himself up tighter, burying his face in his knees.
Setting: Graveyard - Floor 48
Format: You pick.
Summary: Luke just had a massive info dump dropped on him, and now he has to try and figure himself out all over again.
Warnings: SO MANY GODDAMN FEELS.
Saber had escorted him back to his room after that whole... madness that went down in the middle of the hallway, but it wasn't like Luke could do anything at the moment. He felt... hurt, crushed; like something had smashed his insides to bits and all that was left was a pasty goo dripping out of his ears. He laid on his bed and rolled around for a little while, but it didn't do anything to assuage that feeling.
That was why he headed out, up to the forty-eighth floor where the graveyard was. He'd been meaning to for awhile -- he needed to check for Tear's gravestone after all -- but he hadn't exactly been willing to actually do it. Right now, though, he needed the peace and quiet away from everyone else... and when he finally located her grave marker, he sat down before it, curled up on the crowded, cold earth with a sigh.
...he will kill ten thousand people. That's what his future on Auldrant held for him.
Guy, his best friend since forever, was really royalty, and was hiding a secret from him that he "didn't need to know."
Just how much didn't he "need to know?"
He wanted to curl up and cry again, but he had already done plenty of that. Now he knew; he was a murderer, and ignorant, selfish murderer, and it was far too late for him to do a damn thing about it. How wrong he was about himself... he would have hated to see his Shadow now.
Luke let out a sigh as he huddled himself into a ball, able to feel Amnon against his chest from the cheagle's usual hiding place under his coat.
"Tear... I wish you were still here," he finally murmured softly. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. I don't know how I can fix this... please, help me..."
He curled himself up tighter, burying his face in his knees.
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[Guy's expression doesn't waver, lifting a hand up to rest against Luke's shoulder.]
Back when you said you were sorry, and when you said there was a lot you had to learn? I trusted you then, too. That hasn't changed. I know you want to try.... Hahah, I wouldn't be much of a friend if I didn't let you, you know?
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...thanks, Guy.
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[There's the smile. Guy knows he can't ask for anything more without just being plain rude, but...
...]
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H-hey!
1/3
I know it might seem hard, but hey. You should re--
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Wait a minute.]
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Luke... you just said "thanks"???
[COLOR HIM SURPRISED.]
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W-what? What's the big deal, Guy?
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[Genuinely, that is. He really can't remember hearing Luke say that since he was little.
Well, little as in "ten", but still.]
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[He glanced away, looking a bit sheepish.]
Well... since I became friends with Yu-sensei, it's been easier to say stuff like that.
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[It's kind of odd to hear Luke give the title to anyone but Van, but if he's learning things like basic etiquette, then Guy owes him a pat on the back, at the very least.]
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[He wasn't about to explain swapping bodies with a bear and... ugh.]
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[Call it a hunch, but if the man was really teaching him how to handle the sword, that already won him enormous amounts of points in Luke's favor. But to gain any sense of respect and understanding on top of that meant something else entirely.]
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W-well, yeah... he... helped me during a bad time; he helped keep me sane. And he... helped me face myself, heard everything that's bad about me, and he never judged me...
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[In general, though, he's taking the descriptions with more than a little bit of salt. Luke could have easily said the same thing about Van at any given point. Luke's trust was finicky, yeah, but there wasn't much caution that went into it.]
I sure hope you're not talking about Asch.
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[Luke paused; not sure how to describe what happened exactly so that Guy wouldn't think he was nuts. After a moment, he let out a breath, deciding to just go for it.]
Awhile ago? There was this fog all over the tower. It brought out our inner selves, our Shadows... the part of us that we don't want to think about. My shadow... pointed out all the things that I ignored, that I didn't want to acknowledge; that I wasn't... normal.
[He fell quiet again, curling up closer to himself.]
...I still couldn't accept it. I needed Asch to tell me it was actually true.
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It's never going to be easy, you know. To hear things we don't want to hear or see our flaws, see what makes us different or strange or out-of-place. I'm sure there's a lot of other people that are out there ignoring things they should take care of.
[He pauses, tilting his head a bit with the hint of a smile.]
You're not alone, though. And I'm awful glad someone was there to help you. But you're gonna have to learn to be able to see things on your own. Acknowledge those things that come up. Learn to see them for what they are and act on them when you have to. Even if it takes time.
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[Luke looked down at his hands, feeling small and vulnerable.]
If I can't even trust Master Van, or myself, then how am I supposed to know who I should trust?
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...]
You just have to have faith.
It's a lot easier when trust can be something you can choose, black or white. But that's not always gonna be the case. Sometimes, I think faith just has to trump trust.