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lazybox2013-09-16 10:22 pm
bloodyashes) wrote in lazybox2013-09-16 10:22 pm
[Shadow Self meme-jack]
[Even those who know Asch and Luke well might get a bit confused seeing this redhead wandering around. The slightly darker hair is a clue, tied back in a loose ponytail, and the clothes are little better. That's not something Luke would wear, right?
And yet he doesn't carry himself like Asch at all; there's something gentle about this boy that the God-General lacks. Asch is a blade just under the water, waiting to strike those who don't pay enough attention. This boy is a gentle stream, quiet but steady, nearly impossible to dam up.
The boy who might have been Luke looks at you with bright yellow eyes and a gentle smile.]
And yet he doesn't carry himself like Asch at all; there's something gentle about this boy that the God-General lacks. Asch is a blade just under the water, waiting to strike those who don't pay enough attention. This boy is a gentle stream, quiet but steady, nearly impossible to dam up.
The boy who might have been Luke looks at you with bright yellow eyes and a gentle smile.]
sure is strange to see him smile
It's so different from what she's used to, but at the same time, this is undeniably Asch.] You don't usually act so... sentimental, I guess.
[She rubs at the back of her head a little sheepishly.] ...it looks good on you, and you seem happy. That's a good thing. [But there's something a little off. She needs more time to pinpoint what it is; knowing the Tower, if she just comes right out with her suspicions, it will end badly. She'll have to play nice until she figures out what's going on.]
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[There's something open, almost brazenly honest about the way he says it.]
And yet I couldn't stop. I was too afraid to return, to hurt to be myself, so I made something new. But I bought a hairbrush just like my mother's and sat every night to brush it, thinking of her.
[He reaches up, runs one hand through his ponytail slowly, separating the strands with his fingers.]
I grew it out because it was better to spend the time brushing it than crying.
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[He has always been honest with her, but this is something different. It's more raw, more emotional - the sort of thing that he would usually keep to himself. Even with as close as they've become in the Tower, she feels like it's something she has no business hearing. There's something seriously wrong here, and she's not sure he would even be telling her this if not for that.
But she can't leave him to dwell on the memories alone, painful as they are. She tentatively reaches over to rest her hand over his as he plays with his hair.]
You're the one who told me... "Don't ever forget, and don't ever give up, but you've got to let them go." Is that where you learned it?
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[The correction is gentle, but firm.]
I was always Luke, and I always will be, no matter how much charcoal you smear on it.
[And as for the question - he nods.]
I was never supposed to go back. Van always said that I would, someday, but I think it was just to keep me in line. Keep me hopeful. He never intended it to be true.
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[She says it gently, trying to keep herself calm, but there's something wrong here. Have the administrators done something to him? She looks up, looks into his eyes, and starts.
They're yellow. Not the usual bright green that she's grown so used to, but yellow. What on earth...?
If they've done something to him, she can't leave him in the thrall of whatever it is. She speaks carefully as she prepares the Mind Read Psynergy, but she doesn't try and look at his thoughts until she's finished speaking.]
I think there were a lot of things that Van never meant to be true. But ever since you broke free from him, you've forged your own truths and made bonds that he could never touch. That no one could ever touch.
[Falling silent, she casts Mind Read and attempts to see what he's thinking - she thinks that maybe he's trapped somewhere within his own mind, just able to speak this time, unlike the last time when she hadn't been herself either.]
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And I'm forever grateful for that. For you, and all the rest - I don't think I could trust myself to do the right thing, if you weren't around. You give me something to hold myself to.
[His expression sombers, a little, and he glances off to the side.]
Natalia would have done the same if I'd given her the chance, but she couldn't see me as anything but her fantasies of me. It hurt too much, being unable to live up to them. But you and the people here - you had no expectations of me.