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towerofanimus2013-06-12 11:44 pm
sacred_flamer) wrote in towerofanimus2013-06-12 11:44 pm
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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?"
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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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.
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...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.