Glamour Failure

[animusmods]

Characters: any
Setting: all around the Tower
Format: any/party-style
Summary: A general mingle log for the reaction to the beginning of the Idealism event.
Warnings: PG-13; please include any more detailed warnings in your threads if necessary

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[sacred_flamer]

I...I know, I just...

[Yeah, talking about it was difficult right now. All that was running through his head was the fact that he wasn't even real. He forced out a breath, giving her a nod; he'd... he'd be all right. He had to be.]

We do need to look out for them. Even Asch, I... I can't imagine him taking this well.

[He tried to keep his tone light hearted, but honestly? He was surprised he didn't hear the howls of rage yet.]

[mysterical]

[As someone who'd spent months watching Luke, Tear could tell that he wasn't okay. She might not have been able to see his face because of this, but his tone of voice was enough for her to know.

She's not okay, so she understands. But, she needs him to support her right then. Yes, holding his hand is good and well and keeps her grounded, even with the bump on her head making it difficult to think sometimes, but she needs to deal with Luke right now.]

Luke...you don't have to hide this from me. Why don't you tell me what's wrong before we go on? I-I can't imagine this is going easy for you after everything we've talked about.

[sacred_flamer]

I... I just...

[...how to even explain what he was feeling? There was so much...]

We're... not alive. We're not even really people, we're just... we're just this-- [He jabbed toward his soul stuck in the middle of himself.] --stuck in wire. We're just existing, and I...

[He trailed off, looking down at the hand he was clinging to.]

...for the longest time, I... almost didn't think I was human because I was a replica. And now... I...

[mysterical]

[She feels like her heart is hurting, and she supposes that it's psychological, but she can't watch him in such turmoil without feeling something in return.]

Luke, you are human. We're... alive, in a sense. Being here, like this, proves that you have a soul, which is what makes you you, right? I...I don't know much about this tower, to be honest, but I'm not going to give in to despair. I...I want to go home, with you, with the rest of our friends, to save our world. But I need you to do that, okay?

[sacred_flamer]

I...

[He didn't know what to say; concepts of souls and all that were a little out of his element. What the heck was a soul supposed to be, anyway? Obviously a personality, what identified a person as themselves, but what more than that?]

...I-I'll try. It's... it's just a lot at once.

[mysterical]

[She totally understands the problem. She's having issues with her body not being her own, about everything that made her "Tear Grants" being stripped down to just a soul stuck in a violet collar.

She squeezes the hand she still holds softly.]

I can't say we'll be alright, because I won't lie to you, but I'm not leaving you, Luke.

[sacred_flamer]

[Luke looked up at that, a little scared, but... Tear hadn't left him on Auldrant, no matter how much of an obnoxious jerk he was. She stayed with him, saw him home as she promised. He... had to be stronger, had to hang in there, just for that faith and persistence. After a moment, he returned the hand squeeze.]

...I'm not gonna leave you either.

[mysterical]

[Tear can't help but smile sadly at him, the area where her heart should be squeezing painfully in her chest. She loved him so much that it was stupid. That was true. It was something to cling to in the face of all the lies that surrounded them.

Before she can stop herself, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek quickly.]

I'm glad.

[sacred_flamer]

[...Luke was pretty sure whatever fluid was in his cheek was bubbling at that. His mouth worked, trying to form a response, and if he had an actual face right now, he was fairly positive it would be beat red. As it was he let out a strangled sounding cough, trying to get his composure back.]

A-anyway, l-let's f-find the others. Th-they're probably f-freaking out.

[mysterical]

[Tear let out a tiny amused, snort before shaking her head.]

Of course. Let's go.