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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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Oh! It was the last thing he wrote, about how to spend your time. And then we talked a little about airships, 'cause he asked how I could fly, and he told me we could learn magic here, and I learned his name.
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[He pauses for a moment. The last thing Luke wrote...]
You know, when he comes back... you should ask him to show you some of that magic. He's pretty good at it.
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[ a pause on this end, as she has to tamp down some excitement. ] D'you think he'd mind?
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I don't think he would mind, as long as you made sure to ask. He can be a little shy about it.
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[He chuckles again, letting his voice soften a little.]
Nice to meet you, Ikki. I'm Guy.
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