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[ Today was like any other day for Luke so far. After scrounging up a breakfast that didn't require much preparation, he had taken to jogging about outside before the heat of midday set in. Besides being fun, he got the chance to meet new people and lend a hand. It wasn't much, but it helped to dispel more negative thoughts.

It was during this trek between parts of town that he catches sight of someone out the corner of his eye. Someone who doesn't deserve being subjected to the craziness and confusion this place offers. ]

Mother...!

[ In an instant, Luke is crouched by his mother's side, grasping her hands lightly in both his own. ]

[ ooc: Hiya! You're doing just fine! :D And askdjfl MAMA FABRE ♥♥♥♥♥ ]

[Immediately Susanne's expression brightens in happiness and relief. Her son is here. She's still really unclear on where here is and why she's here, but that's secondary to the joy at seeing Luke. Seeing him safe and whole. She's worried so much since he left with Tear, but he's grown and she's put her faith in him.]

[That, however, has not stopped her from being incredibly proud of him, and incredibly happy to see him.]

Luke.

[She lifts her hand to place it on top of his head, relieved beyond words to have him here and safe at her side once again.]

Did you just come home? Are you alright? [Shifting her hand from his head to his chin, to tilt his face up so she can see him better, worried all over again.]

((ooc: kjgfkj ALL THE REDHEADS NEEDED A MOM.))

[ It really was her. His mother. Luke couldn't begin to tell how long had it been since he'd last seen her, so despite them both now being sort of lost, elation wins the battle of common sense. ]

I... I'm fine, mother. [ And so he is. Maybe somewhat leaner with a slight tan from roaming hither and tither, but fine just the same. The only only out-of-place feature on him is concern to match her own, though he hides most if it after closing his eyes a moment. What about her medicine? Was there even a similar place as Mushroom Road here, should she need it? ]

What about you? It's getting warm out... would you like to go inside and get a drink? I can fix you lunch, if you'd like. [ M-maybe she wouldn't mind sandwiches or something that he can't ruin. ]

[ ooc: THEY REALLY DO. I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE IF YOU GET SWARMED;;; ]

[Asch was just passing by in the early morning. He had left the older replica to take care of the younger one he found - both Luke - and had snuck out while the two were both sleeping. He had needed to get his sword sharpened and treated at the nearest smithy, and was inspecting the work on his blade as he walked by.

As he continued toward home, Asch caught a faint glimpse of red, and he looked out of the corner of his eye expecting to see yet another stupid dreck or some insane version of himself. What he did see made him stop dead in his tracks, eyes wide and face going a few shades whiter. No...no, no, no, no! Not her, not here, not--]

Mo--

[Asch stopped, clenching his jaw tightly. Did she even know who he was? Was she from his past? ...Or his future? Asch waited, for her reaction first. Her reaction to seeing him would determine plenty.]

I'm so relieved. [She breathes it out, tugging on his hand to get him to stand, and to help her up as well. Because she fully intends to hug him once they're both standing.]

[She'd had such a bad feeling when he left, worried she'd never see him or Asch again. But here he is, big and strong and real and any changes are inconsequential to the fact that he's her son and she's happy to see him.]

[And it's always odd when he offers to do something for her, she has to laugh a little.]

Yes. It's been a very long time since we had a meal together. I would like that, dear.

((ooc: I WILL BE ALL THE HAPPY.))

[It does take her half a moment to notice Asch. She's winded and tired and fretting, after all. But the minute she lifts her eyes to see that flash of red, her hands come up to cover her mouth. Her expression runs the gamut of relieved and happy, straight to worried and mothering.]

Asch!

[She gets to her feet, ignoring the tiredness to step forward quickly. Whatever his wishes about being part of the family, she can't let him escape right now without checking on him, making sure he's safe and whole--]

[And to do that she's going to attempt to wrap him into a warm hug. Whether he really wants one or not.]

I'm so glad you're alright.

[She sounds almost exhausted with relief.]

[Luke has seen better days. First he was brought to this weird place during a suspiciously well-timed thunderstorm, then sent back to Luceti, and now he's back here again. It's as if the stupid nexus doesn't want to leave him alone!

He gives a quiet groan to himself as he walks along the path with irritation. Stupid place. Stuuuupi-

Then he catches a flash of red hair. For a second, just a second, Luke thinks that it's one of the millions of Asches. But after that passes, he realizes that it's someone else entirely.]

Mother! [And he rushes over -

Only to slow to a halt a few steps away and glance away, remembering the situation back at home. Everyone was told that he was a replica... Everyone was staring at him as if he was a wild animal ready to attack any second. His mothe... Susanne was the only one who seemed to want to keep their relationship.

But how could she want to? He's not her real son... He had the audacity to replace him.]

Mother...

[There it was. She did recognize him. Asch feels a great amount of his fears lifted from his shoulders, but then it comes crashing back down again. Why was she here? She shouldn't be here, she was ill! What if she got sick and no one was there to care for her--she needed her medicine! Was it available here somewhere? Asch would scour the ends of this damn nexus as many times as he had to to make sure his mother stayed in good health.

He moves forward when Susanne does, mostly out of concern that she may collapse suddenly from vertigo. She looked flushed from before, yet even still she had come running to him. To hold him. His arms raised on instinct, and he dropped his sword as well - his hands were shaking too much. He could still remember the last time she held him like this, and grief cut into his chest like...like the sword that killed him.

He couldn't tell her that he died. He couldn't. He couldn't. Asch sighed, and stood there solemnly, though he did lean a little towards her.]

I'm fine, but you need to get indoors, you look fatigued.

[The word has he looking up. And her smile is so glad as she quickly stands, reaching out to cup Luke's face, turn it towards her own to inspect his expression. What's wrong? Her heart falls at the uncertainty there, and before even asking she steps forward to draw her son into a hug.]

[Whatever it is--please, she prays silently, let it not be that Asch isn't coming home--she can't bear to see Luke with that face.]

You're safe.

[Because whatever caused him to look like that, at the very least Luke is safe. She is thankful for that.]

[ At her insistence, Luke scrambles to his feet without letting go of her hand for even a scant second, almost afraid this place or fate would take Susanne away just as quickly as it had led her here. ] Mother, I--

[ A younger him might have blurted out what had last happened on Auldrant -that being his final trip to Eldrant- but now Luke has the decency and sense to not divulge such information. Not to his weary mother, at least. He could never do that to her. So instead he simply returns the hug, face pressed into her shoulder. It was like being home again. ]

I'm sorry for making you worry, Mother. What would you like? I think there's even some tea already made.

[ ooc: I MIGHT SEND ANOTHER ONCE THESE TWO ARE DONE ♥ ]

[He's so stiff in her arms, she just squeezes him tighter for a moment, a hand on the back of his head. But he's a grown man, she probably shouldn't embarrass him too long with this open and public affection. Even if she never wants to let go--he's endured it like a good son.]

[Susanne leaves her hands on Asch's shoulders as she leans back, looking up into her son's face with worry and happiness. As far as she's aware he's safe, alive, and with her. All other questions and confusion fall away in the face of that happiness. As a parent, her children are her most precious people. She pat's Asch's cheek, smiling, both fond and a little sad.]

Let me fuss over you now and then. [She scolds gently.]

I've worried about you so.

[She holds him for a long time. Too happy to do anything but be glad he's solid and alive and here. It's probably best no one informs her of the truth--she's a fragile thing. But then again, a mother's intuition may pick up on things once her relief has passed.]

[In the meantime she pats Luke's hair for a little while, like petting a cat, before letting him go. She's so incredibly proud of her sons, both of them. And... Well if she remembers the last time Luke offered to cook, she's still happy to spend time with him regardless.]

Tea sounds wonderful, dear. I'll let you pick.

((ooc: Please do!))

[... well that's someone he hasn't seen in a while. A very long while. For a while, he's not sure if he's mistaking things or if that really is her. As soon as he figures it out though, he's on his way over in a hurry.]

Mother? What are you doing here?

[Stupid question. What are any of them doing here? But of all the people this damn nexus had to pull here, why her?! Would she be okay outside the manor...?]

[ Luke's content to remain secure in her arms until it starts to get a bit on the warm side, at which point he almost reluctantly pulls away and starts towards a small diner at a slow pace so Susanne won't have to tax herself. There was no need to rush; he was right there for her. He always would be for as long as he was allowed. ]

Okay. Fruit and sandwiches sound pretty good to me right now. But tea first. ...though choosing what flavor might be hard. I'm not real familiar with the different types.

[ ooc: Okay! X> ]

[As soon as she hears his voice and sees him, Susanne is standing, stepping forward to cup Luke's chin in her hands, concerned and relieved. He's safe, he's here. All her other questions are completely irrelevant in this moment because her son is alright.]

[Prepare yourself Luke, for you are about to be hugged fiercely.]

You're alright.

[Not quite a grown man yet - he's not twenty just yet, after all. But Asch does appreciate that his mother is taking his dignity into account and is thankful that she let him go. As early as it was, there were still people roaming the streets, after all. And his cheeks weren't pink just because it was sunny.

He looks down, unable to meet her gaze as she speaks. It was just...he hadn't seen his mother in years, and the only time he did see her again was because he was forced to by the replica. And then, there, after that confrontation...he vowed never to come back. He couldn't have even if he wanted to - he was disappearing - but here...here he had a second chance at grasping at the family that was stolen away from him.

The sudden touch to his cheek snaps his out of his thoughts, and Asch looks up, standing at full attention as he was trained. That kind of startled him somewhat, but he shied away from the touch in embarrassment and nervousness, mumbling under his breath.]

...That's not necessary...You'll make yourself ill if you concern yourself with me.

[She's as happy as a mother can be. She walks at his side, a little slow. But happiness has melted away a lot of her fatigue for now, and she feels pretty good. Smiling in contentment, despite her continued general confusion at the current situation.]

That sounds lovely. [She smiles up at her son, content.] Darjeeling would make a nice accompaniment to a light lunch.

[Her suggestion is both an answer and mild instruction. That motherly way of mildly teaching as they go. She's so often ill, it's rare she gets to do this.]

[The hug definitely takes him by surprise, but it's only a few moments before he catches on and returns it, burying his head in her shoulder briefly. He hadn't seen her since... well since he'd stopped by home after neutralizing the miasma. And then there was the nearly two months here. He'd missed her.

After a little while, he pulls back, watching her concernedly.]

O-of course I am. [Liar, but this was one thing he was not going to burden Mother with.] Are you okay?

[Luke had looked up with confusion when she cupped his face, confusion, for himself, and concern, for her. Only for that expression to turn into shock when Susanne hugged him. Hugged him, pulled him into an embrace like she loved him.

But how? He wasn't... He wasn't Luke. Luke was still out in Auldrant doing who knows what in the who knows where region. He was... He was just a stranger. A mother hugging a stranger...

So, at first, he doesn't return the hug. And with her arms around him, she might notice the small wings on his back: red fading to blond at the tips, much like his hair when it was longer.]

Mother...? [Finally, he lifts up his arms hesitantly to hold her lightly. He wants, he wants to just hold her close and never let go, but what right does he have to do that?]

[If he's old enough to run off and save the world, he's old enough to be an adult. Though, naturally, however old he gets he'll always be her baby. It's her right as Asch's mother, even if things are strange in their household. Susanne knows there's so much lost time they need to make up for.]

[The way he flinches and stands at attention has her frowning in concern. He's so stiff and formal and awkward. And perhaps part of that is the embarrassment of having his mother fussing over him in public but she considers it her right to do so as his mother.]

[Regardless, she respects his discomfort, at least enough to drop her hand back to his shoulder, to pat it gently, still concerned. And also a little exasperated--but so happy she has the chance to be, it's a somewhat delighted frustration--that he thinks he can keep her from mothering him.]

Young man, if you believe that I'm not going to worry over you, you're quite mistaken.

[...So maybe she doesn't respect his dignity enough, but she touches his cheek again.]

You're my son. And I will fret about you quite as much as I please.

[It takes her a while to let him go, smiling fondly when she does. Relieved. There's nothing more terrible for a parent than concern over their child, and she's now got two troublesome sons to make her worry! Right now she's happy though, because at least one of them is here and safe.]

Of course I am. You're here. [She smooths his hair from his face, still smiling.]

Though I'm not sure what's going on.

[She would scold him if she knew what he was thinking. He's her son just as much as Asch is and she's blessed to have two beautiful, wonderful children. Of course, in her mind she's already put this worry of Luke's to rest, and so she merely holds him.]

[She will be asking about those wings though. Those are entirely knew and... Different. But right now they aren't half as important as her son in her arms!]

I was worried about you.

[His grip steadily tightens, though not too much, never too much, until he's holding her just the way he wanted to, and he shuts his eyes and lowers his head to hide his face in her shoulder. Despite how high his insecurity is regarding her, he still holds a great deal of attachment to her. To him, she's his mother no matter what... A mother he hasn't seen in months. Several terrible things had happened in Luceti... along with wonderful things that he'd love to share with her. Right now, he's just... so happy to feel those arms around him, and he revels in it for a moment, no matter how wrong it may be.]

You were? [He sounds genuinely surprised... before that's covered up with a timid little laugh.] You didn't have to be, mother... I'm okay.

... But what about you? [Was her medicine even here? It had to be... This was a nexus or whatever; everything was here! And if it wasn't... well, then he'd go the ends of the world to find it.]

Of course I was. [Susanne holds Luke, just as tight as he wants. Thoughts of medicine and where she is are not exactly top on her mind because the burning question of curiosity is rather... feathered.]

Luke... [This is not a question she ever thought she'd ask!]

Since when have you had wings, sweetie?

[Well... that's good, that she seems fine for now, though she didn't look so good a little while ago... It's for that reason he'll be keeping an eye on her in case she starts feeling sick or anything. At least they're still near that bench.

But still... man... now he's got to try to explain this place... He never was greatest at explaining things. Not to mention... all the other different Asches and Lukes here... He sighs quietly.]

This place... it's a weird city. I don't know if it has a name... But... we're nowhere on Auldrant that I know of.

[Okay... that... might be a lot to take in at once. Luke gestures toward the bench.]

Uh... do you want to sit down?

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Oh my god I think my heart just soared. ♥♥♥

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SHE WILL FUSS OVER ALL HER BOYS ♥♥♥ Also just/timebends

I think you're about to attract ALL THE REDHEADS

WHAT IS TIME AND SPACE. Motherly love trancends both.

JUST AS PLANNED gfkjgfk

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Mothers cause all the time paradoxes!

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Sorry it took me a while. @_@

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I'll never forgive you ever--/loves forever?

/just pictured SUPER!Susanne bending space and time to her will with her motherly moe powers.

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/s-sobs oh wait that's okay I guess.

Oh momma ;~;

Oh god does she get an Abyss Ranger outfit too?

/skips off into the sunset with then~

She will fuss over her million and one sons...

That just makes it sound like Mama Fabre got busy 8|a

fkdjjgf AHAHAHAHAH ohgod

Hee