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towerofanimus2013-06-04 07:33 pm
bloodyashes) wrote in towerofanimus2013-06-04 07:33 pm
Asches to Ashes
Characters: A surprisingly not grumpy redhead and YOU. Also, fire.
Setting: The lower forest floor, some way away from the stairs. Forward-dated to tomorrow.
Format: VAST MEH.
Summary: Burn out the old growth to make room for the new. OR, Asch one-ups Luke in the dramatically throwing away your old identity department.
Warnings: None, probably. Talk of past trauma? Identity issues? idek general Asch warnings.
[He started the fire small, but it wasn't long before Asch was throwing every branch onto it that he could find, wet or dry. It crackled, sending a spiral of smoke into the trees above, flames and glowing coals making a red glow that was probably visible from the staircase. By the time he's done, the flames are as tall as he is, the pile of branches up to his shoulder before it shifts and collapses down a few inches.
It's at that point that he undoes the clasps of his tabard - worn and familiar from years of use, years of living in uniform even before coming to the tower - and throws the heavy fabric onto the fire. The weight collapses the branches further, smothering the flames just enough to reduce the apparent amount of light. And Asch folds his arms and takes a seat on a fallen trunk, watching all the while.
If he had other clothes, he'd throw the entire uniform into the flames, but for now, this will have to do. It's not just cloth he's thrown into the flames, but an identity, everything he's been for seven years or more. All the covers, all the lies - "Asch the Bloody" is going back to the flames where he belongs, but it isn't Luke who watches. Just Asch. That's all he needs to be.
It's not long before the scent of burning leather and fabric fills the air, and he's still watching.]
Setting: The lower forest floor, some way away from the stairs. Forward-dated to tomorrow.
Format: VAST MEH.
Summary: Burn out the old growth to make room for the new. OR, Asch one-ups Luke in the dramatically throwing away your old identity department.
Warnings: None, probably. Talk of past trauma? Identity issues? idek general Asch warnings.
[He started the fire small, but it wasn't long before Asch was throwing every branch onto it that he could find, wet or dry. It crackled, sending a spiral of smoke into the trees above, flames and glowing coals making a red glow that was probably visible from the staircase. By the time he's done, the flames are as tall as he is, the pile of branches up to his shoulder before it shifts and collapses down a few inches.
It's at that point that he undoes the clasps of his tabard - worn and familiar from years of use, years of living in uniform even before coming to the tower - and throws the heavy fabric onto the fire. The weight collapses the branches further, smothering the flames just enough to reduce the apparent amount of light. And Asch folds his arms and takes a seat on a fallen trunk, watching all the while.
If he had other clothes, he'd throw the entire uniform into the flames, but for now, this will have to do. It's not just cloth he's thrown into the flames, but an identity, everything he's been for seven years or more. All the covers, all the lies - "Asch the Bloody" is going back to the flames where he belongs, but it isn't Luke who watches. Just Asch. That's all he needs to be.
It's not long before the scent of burning leather and fabric fills the air, and he's still watching.]
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[It's simple reality for him and stated as such - he's never not blunt, after all.
The things that matter to him now are not of Auldrant - the people that matter aren't of Auldrant. He's thrown himself into it without a glance back, because as far as he can see, home is already gone.
And yet... He is happy, somehow.]
I've just outgrown it, I suppose.
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[That almost sounds strange to her, but she can kind of see where he's coming from. Auldrant hadn't been kind to him. The Tower hadn't been kind, either, but if he's found some happiness here...]
So you don't ever want to go back? Not even for a visit?
I think - I think Ion would want to see you. [If Ion is able to be alive on Auldrant, anyway.] It seems like you two have gotten a little closer here than you were before.
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[Not that he's sure if he would go back for one of those or not - there's a lot of things like that that he isn't sure about. It's hard, being a redhead and not knowing what you're looking for in life.]
And I suppose we have - it's not as though we were at all close, before.
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[Ion seemed fond of almost anybody, after he got to know them. It was something that Anise simultaneously admired and despaired over. She knows that the Fon Master is smart and can make decisions for himself about who to spend his time with, but he could be so trusting sometimes-!
And that trust had gotten him killed... she supposes, in that way, Asch is less of a danger to her charge than she herself is.]
Did anything... um, happen, before I came here?