abyssdressing | Intro; away from the sun

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Intro; away from the sun

If anyone bothers to head outside, there's a Luke leaning against a tree. He looks between being conscious and passing out though. There are small wounds scattered across his body and cuts in his clothes-- A hand twitches and if you look close enough, you can see through him to the tree at some points anyway. He breathes softly ad his eyes crack open. Even though he can't make out the images, he can feel sunlight. Isn't that a good sign?

"...Did.. Did it work?"

[ooc:^{Check out the journal for the information on this guy. Trying it out just to see where it goes. Feel free to ask questions?}]

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[ A touch of sadness reaches her eyes as he smile falters for a brief second. ] It'll never be the same as Auldrant, though. I think Asch would like to go back someday to see Mother and Father again. But the thought of that.. it honestly scares me.

[ Gives her head a strong shake in hopes of dispersing her fears. There wasn't any real reason for her to be worried about that; she should be more concerned with leaving all the friends she made. ] I suppose it doesn't matter if there isn't a way to begin with.

There's always a way-- Luke knows this. He keeps it to himself however, and tilts his head to the side. "Live for now, don't worry about later." He brings a hand to scratch at his cheek.

"Best advice I was ever told anyway." He gives a small shrug. Oh Luke, so strange.

...you know, I like that advice. Now is all we have so why not make the best of it. [ She should know that better than anyone else. And you can't go wrong when you do what you can. ] Mind if I ask who gave you that advice?

The hand stays to his cheek as he gives a grin. "Guy did, when he wasn't going on about fontech or anything like that." Anything like that being trying to find a way to say he slaughtered the Fon Fabre manner, but we'll leave that out.

"I've been doing it so far-- hasn't let me down." The smile stays.

[ His answer nets a quiet laugh from her. ] That's exactly who I figured said it. It sounded like a Guy thing to say. He's always been the optimistic force that kept me going for so long.

"I'm guessing the Guy from your world and the one I know both keep an upbeat attitude ever since that night, huh?" The smile grows small. That night. He can't even remember, so why does he mention it.

Looking over to the crib, he admires the baby. "I don't think I've ever been this close to a baby."

[ Blinks, tilting her head a tad. That night? Maybe when Guy lost his family? Or when she was made. ] He said that for long time he wanted revenge, but I don't recall him ever showing that side around me or letting it pull his spirits down.

[ Oh so slowly she reaches down to pick up her child. ] Would you like to hold him? I don't mind.

He wanted it? Still? Luke's face scrunches up with some confusion for a moment or two. Guy got his revenge when he killed everyone in the manor, didn't he? However, part of him would rather it not be mentioned at that moment, with a baby and the other Luke in the room. There's a bob of the head and he turns into a deer caught in headlights with the question.

"A-Are you sure?" Nonetheless, he raises his arms to hold the baby.

I'm more than sure. I have a feeling I can trust you with him. [ If you can't trust yourself, who can you trust? Petting his tiny head once, she passes Aidan over and comes to stand beside him once certain Luke has him. ]

Trust the Replica, that's who you trust! ... Oh, wait. When the child is in his arms, a smile grows and stretches across Luke's face. This is pretty amazing for him, holding the baby gently, he looks over to the mother.

"I'm happy for you two, and the baby." They've barely met, and yet she trusts him enough to hold her child. That makes him feel better.

[ Seeing the smile on his face makes her warm inside and so... proud? Is that what she's feeling? The whole ordeal of having a child had made her leery of the baby when he was born, but now that all feels very long ago though he's not yet five months old. ] Thanks.. It's taken a long time to get to this point, but if we can find happiness I believe anyone can.

"Good thinking-- it can be contagious." He laughs and can feel his mood lightening dramatically; it really does seem to spread from what he's experiencing. Things don't seem as bad as they are when he keeps that mindset.

"Maybe if I tell Guy that, he'll actually start smiling for real."

It's one thing that I can stand to have going around more. Too many people have been down a lot lately. [ She blinks at him, voicing the question that had been nagging at her. ] Did something happen to your Guy?

"Huh?" He keeps his grip on her child strong so he doesn't end up slipping-- wouldn't want that to happen. Rocking the baby for a few moments, he wonders about it, and tilts his head to the right, eyebrows furrowed.

"... It depends, what was your Guy doing before everything happened? Everything being... All the things that led up to Lorelei's release." He means before-- did Guy raise her on his own? It doesn't look like he slaughtered everyone for her.

[ She doesn't even so much as flinch when Luke adjusts his hold on the smaller redhead, only moving over to the nearby corner where an oversized armchair sits. Curling up on it, her hands come to rest on a knee. Somehow, she's getting the feeling their pasts were different. ]

He was my personal servant in the manor. Mother was always sick and Father busy, so.. Guy was the person who was always there for me through thick and thin. He was my babysitter, my companion, my friend. The only positive influence I had going for me all the time.

At her description of Guy's place in her life, there's a smile, but his eyes say differently. It's not jealousy or any of the sort-- Guy was always there, regardless of what he did, and what he didn't say. Nodding slowly, he glances from the baby to her and stays on the other side of the room.

He does sits sit down on the floor though, then looks up. "Ahh.. Well then something did happen." It takes him a few moments to get out-- he knows if Guy was there, he'd want to say it himself.

"Guy killed everyone else in Fon Fabre manor and raised me on his own." Blunt, short. He doesn't want to give details. "That's all."

[ There a long silence after he finishes speaking; she's stuck trying to process what he just told her and failing miserably, her mouth open in mid-thought. Guy had murdered his entire family...? Her own had mentioned something on their journey about how he might have sided with Van if things had been different. Is this what he meant? ]

I-I'm sorry... I didn't know you had lost... [ What little voice she had been able to find was gone again. Clutching at her pants, she watches him from the corner of her eye. Should she comfort him? If he wanted to talk, she didn't want to stop him from doing so. ]

He shakes his head, looking in her direction but more at the wall behind her. "It's not your fault. It's... sort of like I never really had actually." He lifts one hand while supporting the baby on his other arm, fingers wrapping around the back of his neck.

"What's done is done, I just wish Guy had forgiven himself a little earlier than he did." The corners of his lips curl up, but not by much.

Still... [ That was their- his family. How could Guy have done that when he had experienced the exact same thing? There's so many things she wants to ask him. How? Why did he leave Luke alive? ]

So you two are friends.. [ She gives a weak smile and slips off the chair to crouch down in front of him, resting a hand on his shoulder. ] What he did didn't bother you?

He nods, startled slightly as she places a hand on his shoulder. It takes him a moment or two, but he starts to speak. "Of course it did... At one point, I almost asked him to kill me just to finish the job. What upset me the most though was that he did all that... And he kept it from me."

"I can't say I hate him or anything like that, I've known him all my life, so.. slowly, he's filled in the gap he made himself." He looks down. "Something like that."

[ At the mention of him having wanted to ask to be killed she turns away, eyes screwed shut tight. It seems there'll always be traits they share no matter how their pasts differ from each other. ] ...knowing Guy, he didn't say anything so you wouldn't be hurt.

[ She hums softly to herself, nodding once as her eyes open. ] I think I understand what you mean. He's still the person who looked after you for so long.

He nods. "I understood that after a while, after seeing how it really affected Guy as we went on. It really hurt him bad." There's another nod as she speaks and the smile comes back to his face.

"Yup, that's Guy."

Guy's always been a good person, even if his choices weren't the best. A lot like us. [ Returns the smile and makes herself comfortable on the floor with him, running a finger over her child's cheek. ] We all learned a lot from each other.

Agreed, there has been a lot they've learned from each other. "Yup, that's true." So much they've learned, so much to remember from one another.

I don't think we'd be the same if it weren't for him.

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