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relinquishing) wrote2023-01-27 01:24 am
relinquishing) wrote2023-01-27 01:24 am
INACTIVE - Appointments - IC
"Sit back, relax, prop your feet up if you need to. Let me get you something to drink, and we'll talk!"
One-on-one meetings, conversations, backthreading, LJ-thread-pickup, and any other encounters that we might need to work out outside of regular logs can be placed here.
Specify:
1)Vatheon or Luceti
2)Date the thread takes place
3)[Voice], [Text], or [Action]
If we're backthreading/moving from LJ, please link back to the previous thread!
One-on-one meetings, conversations, backthreading, LJ-thread-pickup, and any other encounters that we might need to work out outside of regular logs can be placed here.
Specify:
1)Vatheon or Luceti
2)Date the thread takes place
3)[Voice], [Text], or [Action]
If we're backthreading/moving from LJ, please link back to the previous thread!
[May 30th - Xion]
He was confused and in the dark and out of a situation that he apparently had been assumed to be a player in... and he hated it.
...
Luke would want to tell Guy himself, huh...
...
He wanted to think that if something was going on, that Luke would tell him.
God knows that the redhead had been awkwardly trying to spit something out before this whole ugly violent mess - words that would always be caught in his throat before flipped to other, almost random topics. Guy had been curious... perhaps a little concerned at times, with the way Luke would suddenly become so somber. But he let it slide, again and again. If it was important, of course Luke would tell him when the time was right.
...
Right?
...
The arm around Luke's waist tightens as the blonde leans down, gently resting his forehead against Luke's head. His features are tight for a long moment before they start to slip straight back into that unreadable territory.
That comfortable neutrality.
Thank god.
That fear - that burning urge to let emotion run out like it had at Daath only hours before his arrival here - wasn't quite something he wanted working up right now. Not when Luke was like this.
Not in front of this already very broken girl.
...
But it certainly didn't make it any easier to swallow.
Damn it.
Why hadn't Luke told him anything...?]
[May 30th - Xion]
But now Luke's death looms close and large, hanging over her like an axe suspended by the barest of threads, and she wants to vomit. One of her hands comes up to press over her mouth. It's her right hand. The hand with the ring. Seconds later she seems to realize - remember - feel the ring against her lips - and jerks her hand away like she's been burned, curling it into a fist and ducking her head.
Abruptly she gets to her feet. She can't even look at Luke. She's glad he's so small. Maybe he won't remember. ]
I ... I have to go.
[ She leaves without another word, shutting her eyes as, finally, a few tears roll down her face. But Guy won't see them. A few steps bring her into a waiting darkness corridor, and after she strides into it, the darkness disappears as if it had never been. ]