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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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[But that didn't make hearing this any easier. All he can do is stare helplessly down at the journal, Xion's words not quite reaching him. Luke fon Fabre is dead. Luke is dead. He feels as though he can't wrap his mind around the concept that Luke isn't in Luceti right now. Ion can't talk to him, he can't see him, he can't hear his voice... he's gone. And even knowing in the back of his mind that he'll be back in a week does nothing to change the fact that right now Luke is dead.]
[Even now, so many questions occupied Ion's thoughts. What happened? Had he suffered? Was there nothing they could have done to prevent this? Why didn't he say anything before!?]
[He tries to speak, but the words catch in his throat and not a single sound comes out. Gripping the edge of his journal, hand shaking, he has half a mind to close it right then and there, but he can't bring himself to do that either. As though suspended in the moment, he sits and stares for only a few seconds longer before bowing his head and uttering a single word, just barely above a whisper.] Luke...
[Written]
The two quiet, failed attempts at speech are noted. Guy gives it a moment before switching the audio and video off, flipping the journal open a little more to slowly scrawl out a response. He was beyond caring about the raindrops imprinting on the page along with the words.]
It's alright, Ion. [...as alright as it could be, anyways. Nothing about this was "right".] He wasn't alone.
[Written]
[And almost the instant he does, his head is bowed again. He hadn't been alone... that was good. That was one thing he could be glad for. No one deserved to die alone. But then, no one deserved to die at all. Especially not Luke.]
[It takes a few minutes before he manages some kind of reply. He sets the journal down and grabs a pen, though his writing is about just as shaky as his voice would likely be. But more notable than that are the few "raindrops" collecting from Ion's side as well, even though it's certainly not raining in Ion's room.]
What happened?