towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Luke (and Amnon) and Tear
Setting: Luke's room in the dormitory.
Format: Started prose.
Summary: After Luke dies again, before talking with Ruana; Luke needs to learn to deal with the reality of everything in front of him.
Warnings: The cries of "FINALLY" may become a little deafening. Just saying.

Luke groaned faintly as he rolled out of bed, finally able to move again after being brought back from the "dead", or at least what passed for it in this place. He reached back, rubbing against the back of his neck as a faint, "Mieu!" suddenly came from the trunk at the foot of his bed. He glanced down, seeing Amnon standing there, his ears wiggling back and forth as he was happy to see Luke again, but Luke... couldn't share in that happiness.

If their bodies weren't real, then... there was no way Amnon was real either. After all, the little cheagle had mentioned not long after he was given to him that he had no memories of Auldrant, only of being put in his trunk. He glanced at the cheagle, before he turned away, getting up and carefully moving his stiff limbs. Amnon let out a faint noise, carefully making his way over to the bed, standing close enough for him to stand up on his hind legs to poke at Luke, wanting attention. Luke let out an aggravated noise as he turned around.

"What?" he demanded.

Amnon took a step back. "Mieu mieu?" he responded, before hesitantly stepping forward, trying to nuzzle against Luke's hand. The redhead snapped his hand away, letting out another annoyed noise.

"Look, can't you just leave me alone right now?" he replied. "I can't... dammit, you're not even real!"

The cheagle let out a hurt sounding noise, backing away again and ducking down like Luke had slapped him. After a moment, his face screwed up, and he stood up on his hind legs, pointing angrily at his owner.

"Mieu! Mimieu mieuuuu! Mieuuu!"

He hopped off of the bed, darting over to the terminal next to the open dorm room. He started pointing angrily at the screen, demanding Luke to log in. For a moment, the noble debated just walking out of the room... but instead he let out an exasperated noise, going over to activate the terminal so the cheagle could peck at the keys with his small paws.

we have fun memories right mieu

doesn't that count as real mieu

Luke stared at the words on the screen, at a loss for how to respond to that. Real memories, hunh...

"I..." he began, but found himself pausing, looking toward the open door. He hadn't realized he had an audience, not until he caught a flash of brown lingering in the doorway. "...Tear?"

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Her heart was racing behind the blank mask she wore. What was he trying to say? She understood some of it, of course. She wasn't stupid, by any means, but the suddenness of this sort of conversation was disorienting.

"You've treated me like a trusted comrade, like any other member of our party, Luke," she replied. "I...I can't ask for more than that."

Lie, but she didn't want to force her feelings on him. The last time she'd been with Luke, they had been so close to...something, but she knew that the truth about his health kept them both from pushing the subject.

"Well, no, not really," Luke corrected, reaching to rub at the back of his neck. "You're... more than that. And I... haven't really treated you like you are."

A few near misses, and knocking her down the stairs, and... damn, he's a mess. Hesitantly, he brought his hands down on her shoulders, pulling her close. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right... and while this definitely wasn't the most romantic, it was better than what he'd normally do.

"I... I just... I... care about you, Tear... a lot. A-and I..."

Aw, crap; now was not the time to lose his nerve!

She looked up at him, trying to force herself to speak since he'd trailed off like that. She opened her mouth a few times, but no sound was coming out and her throat was so dry.

"I...care about you as well," she managed, cheeks as red as his while she allowed him to keep her close. Lorelei, this was just as hard for her as it was for him.

Luke looked a bit surprised by that; he honestly didn't think she'd reciprocate... never mind that there had been plenty of signs saying that she would. For a moment he could only stare, before a gentle smile worked it's way onto his face.

Well. Better now then never.

Without thinking about it, without worrying he'd get slapped for it, Luke dipped down slightly, pressing a soft proper kiss on her lips. There was no frantic scrambling and falling over this time; the only thing to distract them was a little pink cheagle, who was currently cooing with his ears waggling back and forth.

She froze as his lips covered hers, terrified that she was dreaming again. But, she'd never imagined that Amnon would be there, so perhaps it had to be true. Right?

Slowly, she raised her arms to go around his back and returned the kiss as best she could. Everything ceased to exist for her except the boy in her arms and her.

Lorelei, if she was dreaming, please don't let her wake up.

When Tear didn't move at first, he was almost certain he was going to get smacked. He almost cracked an eye open to check if he needed to run or not, when he felt her arms come up around him... and... she was kissing him back? Really?

Score!

He half grinned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close against him.

She could feel his stupid grin, but she couldn't help but feel anything but happy as they continued to kiss. Finally, the need to breathe was overwhelming and she pulled back just a bit, but only to place her head on his shoulder.

The setting for this admission and step forward in their relationship was horrible. This tower was filled with souls that had been pulled from their homes and they'd learned that their bodies weren't even really real, not even as replicas like they had thought for a while now. However, despite the setting, she really couldn't have asked for more from him in regards to a confession. She only hoped he didn't feel differently in the morning.

Luke smiled faintly, burying his face in her hair. This felt... nice, it felt real, warm and sincere. A hand rubbed at her back as he closed his eyes with a soft sigh, feeling absolutely content.

...was something supposed to happen after this? Ah, whatever; he liked holding her. She was nice and soft, and the melons against his chest were nice and squishy.