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oo49 [voice] BACKDATED TO THE 6TH
[ The feed cuts in with the journal's camera staring at the dark sky. It's dim now, in the gray lifeless world that exists after the sun sets but before night truly falls. There's no person to be seen, though briefly a shadow passes over the camera - someone's hand.
There is the sound of crying, audible still over the soft patter of slow rain against the pages. It is at once gasping and muffled, with the very obvious quality of someone trying very hard not to cry and just failing.
Xion's trying. Really she is. Really she knows that he'll be back in a week, that it will be fine, he'll be healthy, they'll be able to move on. Finally. But the months since Luke's kidnapping all the way back in February - since she confronted him and he finally confessed to her in April - have been long, so long, impossibly hard and terribly dark. It is no relief that his death has finally come to pass. It's just the curtain fall on what has been one of the worst periods of her whole, short life. ]
Luke is...
[ She chokes, then coughs, trying to clear her throat and stop the tears. Her voice shakes, but doesn't crack again. ]
Luke fon Fabre is ... is dead. He'll be back... he'll be back in a week.
Maybe I shouldn't have said this. But it's not fair, is it? [ Her voice warps, thick with the tears in her throat. ] The people who love him should know.
I'm sorry.
[ The journal shuts. ]
(ooc; Xion won't be replying to this post, largely, outside of a handful of people she especially feels she wants or needs to speak to. However,![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
relinquishing might be hopping around replies a bit more.)
There is the sound of crying, audible still over the soft patter of slow rain against the pages. It is at once gasping and muffled, with the very obvious quality of someone trying very hard not to cry and just failing.
Xion's trying. Really she is. Really she knows that he'll be back in a week, that it will be fine, he'll be healthy, they'll be able to move on. Finally. But the months since Luke's kidnapping all the way back in February - since she confronted him and he finally confessed to her in April - have been long, so long, impossibly hard and terribly dark. It is no relief that his death has finally come to pass. It's just the curtain fall on what has been one of the worst periods of her whole, short life. ]
Luke is...
[ She chokes, then coughs, trying to clear her throat and stop the tears. Her voice shakes, but doesn't crack again. ]
Luke fon Fabre is ... is dead. He'll be back... he'll be back in a week.
Maybe I shouldn't have said this. But it's not fair, is it? [ Her voice warps, thick with the tears in her throat. ] The people who love him should know.
I'm sorry.
[ The journal shuts. ]
(ooc; Xion won't be replying to this post, largely, outside of a handful of people she especially feels she wants or needs to speak to. However,
relinquishing might be hopping around replies a bit more.)
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The walk is slow and somberly quiet, only broken up by the occasional shuddering breath from Xion and the consistent patter of rain against the trees. Murky and muddy and... well, rather fitting for the current mood. Luke would be back enough... if Asch had come back within a week's time, then so would his replica. But there was still that ache that came with watching over the dead... watching someone's suffering slowly trickle to an end, to see the life flicker and fade from their eyes...
Despite the fact that Xion was there as well, it still left the journey back to the village feeling empty.
About a mile into their walk, though, there's that spot of red. A body tucked away against a tree, slumped and soaked to the bone, seemingly out of place this far into the forest. It was enough to get Guy to slow down his movements, waving down Xion with a gentle gesture of the hand.]
Whoa, hey, hold up for a second... Asch...?
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There's a voice in the back of her mind that says she could greatly speed this process by just opening a darkness corridor. But it just doesn't occur to her conscious mind. All she's really capable of right now is putting one foot in front of the other.
So it gives her a terrible fright to be woken from her reverie by Guy's gesture and see that red hair. She knows instinctively it's not Luke, she knows that, but somehow the bright red hair is a reminder and makes her heart stop. A fresh wave of tears momentarily chokes her, and she has to press a hand over her mouth and face and try and reign her emotions in before she can do anything else.
Barely functioning though she is, seeing Asch like that is alarming enough to take her away from herself. She moves toward him, without thinking or asking either what they'd actually like done. Silently, she kneels by his side, watching his face. Wondering, distantly, what he's feeling. ]
Asch... Come on. We should go.
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That perpetual feeling in the back of his head screaming, whispering, echoing: gone, gone, gone.
It hurts.
He bows his head reluctantly, his bangs clinging wetly to his forehead, and he stares blankly in their direction, his expression as impassive as he can make it appear right now. It's more difficult than he'd like.]
...I don't... know where I am.
[His voice is hushed, a little impassive, and at the same time strained. He's struggling for control and it's slipping through his fingers.
He's lost his guiding light, the signal in the dark that showed him where to go, where to find his other half. Truly blinded, now.
Gone, gone, gone...]