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genessia2014-06-22 07:32 am
notyourluke) wrote in genessia2014-06-22 07:32 am
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Having it compared to the big bang...
Who: Asch the Bloody notyourluke, & Luke fon Fabre headfons
What: Time has run out.
When: June 22, at night.
Where: Not far from their home but far enough that nobody will get involved.
It’s been nearly a month since he arrived in Genessia. A month since his replica had dragged Asch to live with him and his friends for fear of his “safety” although it hardly mattered. He wasn’t lying when he said he could take care of himself, perhaps the only reason he agreed to it, well, the only reason he let on that he agreed to it, was his pride. He didn’t like people seeing him weak. Whether it was glee at an easy target or pity within their eyes it still sickened him.
And it was for that reason that he continued to hide it, continued to pretend he was fine for the most part, pretend that he wasn’t terrified every time he heard a tick of a clock because it was one more second to his death. He worked, he trained, and he avoided the others and treated them with as much antagonism as was expected from the ex-god general. There wasn’t much to do at the house, and not anything he was allowed to do. That Ryuuji person seemed to command control over everything. It drove him mad and more often than not he spent his time elsewhere, only coming back to sleep.
Up until a week ago he had a job, nothing serious just something to pass the time and keep his mind busy. But as the pains hit more harshly and more frequently he was forced to quit. Still, he used it as an excuse to try and get away and keep Luke from following him around.
…Luke, the replica, his concern got to him the most. He knew that hiding anything from him was pointless but still he tried desperately, and as the days rolled by he acted worse and worse towards him. He wanted the other to feel nothing but hatred, to block him out. Because Luke had only grown stronger, and now was combined with his own fonons, making it nearly impossible to close him away from his mind. And as he started to feel himself grow weaker, the only way to keep Luke out was if Luke himself decided to stay out.
As usual he came back late, silently going to his room and instantly going to bed without bothering with dinner. This last week he hardly ate anything, nor did he drink or really give any care to himself. But it was because the pain had gotten so immense that he just…he just wanted it to be over. He didn’t care how he died anymore, he just wished for it all too finally end.
Still he continued on though, and exhausted he fell right asleep. He didn’t even wake as nightmares once more plagued his mind. That dream again, the day he lost everything, but this time it was…different. It was longer, consisted of more than just Van and the kidnapping, of the days spent as he tried desperately to get home. It went past all that, to the wars, to his men, to the day he received the sword from Lorelei. And just as he reached the moment of his first death, just as the blade entered his chest, it hit. His body lifted, his mouth opening to scream but all that came out was air as his entire body seized in place. His head felt like it was going to split apart before the pain suddenly shot down every nerve and gripped him in a vice of pure agony. He really was being torn apart on a molecular level and FUCK it was PAINFUL.
Finally after what felt like an eternity it began to fade and his body dropped. Shaking he curled up, wrapping his arms around himself as he buried his face into the pillows, wiping away newly born tears. A shaky breath escaped him and he stayed like that, breathing slowly until it was mostly gone.
But he knew this wasn’t going to be the end. It would come back. So quickly he lifted himself up and without even bothering to grab his sword or anything he left the room. As casually as possible in his haste he made his way through the halls and out the house, trying to play it off one more time that nothing had was wrong, that maybe he was just bored and going out for a walk. Whatever their little minds could come up with, he didn’t give a shit right then. He didn’t even take the time to look back as he exited, he just kept moving.
He walked until he reached the corner of the street, and then he was running. He had to get out of this town, had to get away from these people, away from everything! He didn’t want anyone to see him like this, he didn’t want anyone to witness him die in such a pathetic and hopeless fashion! This time his death would help no one, this time his death would truly be without purpose. And he cursed whatever did this to him, gave him this joke of a second chance!
His feet pounded against the pavement, the muscles in his legs burning. His mind kept telling him it would come soon, he had to get away, the end was neigh. He was out of time, there was no time, he had to go, he had to flee, he had to keep running.
These thoughts screamed and yet his legs had given out a while ago, leaving him on all fours against the ground, sweat running off his face as his consciousness flitted in and out, his fingers digging angrily into the floor as he could only scoff at his own weakness.
With what little energy he has left he manages to get up and crawl into an alleyway, a hand clutched to his chest as his heart felt like it was going to burst from how hard it was pounding. Maybe he should have eaten more, maybe he shouldn’t have let himself go so much, then maybe he would have gotten away completely.
At least that’s what he told himself. But a part of him really…
He leans against a wall, and just then his body finally decides to give up, letting himself slide down back onto the dirty floor, surrounded by trash and animals watching him, just waiting for him to die so that they can feast upon his empty flesh. And he just meets them with an empty stare.
Green eyes drift away from those animals, as the entire world seems to disappear, leaving nothing but him and the sky that could barely be seen above. Clouds had for the most part taken over the expanse of the sky, but just then a small break came over him, allowing the moon to shine through.
….A part of him really…
His eyes shut, and he lets out a sigh.
….Didn’t want to die alone….
Maybe he would try to reach out to his replica again, just before he passed, if the other even let him in.
….Goodbye Luke…
notyourluke, & Luke fon Fabre headfonsWhat: Time has run out.
When: June 22, at night.
Where: Not far from their home but far enough that nobody will get involved.
It’s been nearly a month since he arrived in Genessia. A month since his replica had dragged Asch to live with him and his friends for fear of his “safety” although it hardly mattered. He wasn’t lying when he said he could take care of himself, perhaps the only reason he agreed to it, well, the only reason he let on that he agreed to it, was his pride. He didn’t like people seeing him weak. Whether it was glee at an easy target or pity within their eyes it still sickened him.
And it was for that reason that he continued to hide it, continued to pretend he was fine for the most part, pretend that he wasn’t terrified every time he heard a tick of a clock because it was one more second to his death. He worked, he trained, and he avoided the others and treated them with as much antagonism as was expected from the ex-god general. There wasn’t much to do at the house, and not anything he was allowed to do. That Ryuuji person seemed to command control over everything. It drove him mad and more often than not he spent his time elsewhere, only coming back to sleep.
Up until a week ago he had a job, nothing serious just something to pass the time and keep his mind busy. But as the pains hit more harshly and more frequently he was forced to quit. Still, he used it as an excuse to try and get away and keep Luke from following him around.
…Luke, the replica, his concern got to him the most. He knew that hiding anything from him was pointless but still he tried desperately, and as the days rolled by he acted worse and worse towards him. He wanted the other to feel nothing but hatred, to block him out. Because Luke had only grown stronger, and now was combined with his own fonons, making it nearly impossible to close him away from his mind. And as he started to feel himself grow weaker, the only way to keep Luke out was if Luke himself decided to stay out.
As usual he came back late, silently going to his room and instantly going to bed without bothering with dinner. This last week he hardly ate anything, nor did he drink or really give any care to himself. But it was because the pain had gotten so immense that he just…he just wanted it to be over. He didn’t care how he died anymore, he just wished for it all too finally end.
Still he continued on though, and exhausted he fell right asleep. He didn’t even wake as nightmares once more plagued his mind. That dream again, the day he lost everything, but this time it was…different. It was longer, consisted of more than just Van and the kidnapping, of the days spent as he tried desperately to get home. It went past all that, to the wars, to his men, to the day he received the sword from Lorelei. And just as he reached the moment of his first death, just as the blade entered his chest, it hit. His body lifted, his mouth opening to scream but all that came out was air as his entire body seized in place. His head felt like it was going to split apart before the pain suddenly shot down every nerve and gripped him in a vice of pure agony. He really was being torn apart on a molecular level and FUCK it was PAINFUL.
Finally after what felt like an eternity it began to fade and his body dropped. Shaking he curled up, wrapping his arms around himself as he buried his face into the pillows, wiping away newly born tears. A shaky breath escaped him and he stayed like that, breathing slowly until it was mostly gone.
But he knew this wasn’t going to be the end. It would come back. So quickly he lifted himself up and without even bothering to grab his sword or anything he left the room. As casually as possible in his haste he made his way through the halls and out the house, trying to play it off one more time that nothing had was wrong, that maybe he was just bored and going out for a walk. Whatever their little minds could come up with, he didn’t give a shit right then. He didn’t even take the time to look back as he exited, he just kept moving.
He walked until he reached the corner of the street, and then he was running. He had to get out of this town, had to get away from these people, away from everything! He didn’t want anyone to see him like this, he didn’t want anyone to witness him die in such a pathetic and hopeless fashion! This time his death would help no one, this time his death would truly be without purpose. And he cursed whatever did this to him, gave him this joke of a second chance!
His feet pounded against the pavement, the muscles in his legs burning. His mind kept telling him it would come soon, he had to get away, the end was neigh. He was out of time, there was no time, he had to go, he had to flee, he had to keep running.
These thoughts screamed and yet his legs had given out a while ago, leaving him on all fours against the ground, sweat running off his face as his consciousness flitted in and out, his fingers digging angrily into the floor as he could only scoff at his own weakness.
With what little energy he has left he manages to get up and crawl into an alleyway, a hand clutched to his chest as his heart felt like it was going to burst from how hard it was pounding. Maybe he should have eaten more, maybe he shouldn’t have let himself go so much, then maybe he would have gotten away completely.
At least that’s what he told himself. But a part of him really…
He leans against a wall, and just then his body finally decides to give up, letting himself slide down back onto the dirty floor, surrounded by trash and animals watching him, just waiting for him to die so that they can feast upon his empty flesh. And he just meets them with an empty stare.
Green eyes drift away from those animals, as the entire world seems to disappear, leaving nothing but him and the sky that could barely be seen above. Clouds had for the most part taken over the expanse of the sky, but just then a small break came over him, allowing the moon to shine through.
….A part of him really…
His eyes shut, and he lets out a sigh.
….Didn’t want to die alone….
Maybe he would try to reach out to his replica again, just before he passed, if the other even let him in.
….Goodbye Luke…
Like hell I'm matching that length...
That night was spent tossing and turning. His eyes refused to stay shut. He felt incredibly restless, put lightly. Something was going to happen- he could feel it. He just didn't know what it was. Exhaling with a frustrated breath, he found himself sitting up. He was quiet, for fear of waking Takasu. He all but sneaked out of the bedroom, then quietly made his way into the kitchen. He contemplated just...baking something. Unfortunately, he was too tired. His body felt tired, no matter what. It might not have been helping that he practically never slept more than four hours a night. The only reason he was eating was because of Takasu.
He fixed a glass of water and hopped up onto the counter to sit and sip it. It was then, however, that he heard someone walking out of their bedroom. Quickly, he leaped down and moved to the doorway. He was worried it was Takasu, and that he had woken him up, or something. Glancing through the doorway, though...he saw it was Asch. He was leaving? But, it was late. That bad feeling increased; Luke couldn't quite pinpoint the source. There was something nudging from within the back of his mind, but he tried to ignore it. Whatever. He needed to just...go back to bed. He'd maybe ask Asch what that was about, tomorrow, or something. Walking back over to the sink, he set the glass down in it.
...With that, he was heading back to bed.
On the way, his steps came to a pause at Asch's open door. Something compelled him to glance inside. Slowly, green eyes did just that. Within the darkness, something caught his eye. Asch had just...left...with nothing. That was so unlike him, it was like a slap to the face. Something was definitely wrong...wasn't it? His brow tensed in slight concern as he turned his head back down the hallway.
...Maybe...he could go see?
Turning, he walked the distance to the front door. He held a confused expression as he caught the faintest glimpse of someone. They were moving quickly, however. Why the hell would Asch be running off into the night, unarmed? His brow tensed and, with a sigh of slight frustrated confusion, he was taking off. Heading in the direction of the person he'd only caught a glimpse of, teeth clenched, Luke's expression tightened. Minutes later, he lost sight of the person he was...assuming was Asch. Suddenly, something similar to the sound of a familiar voice entered his head. He couldn't quite make it out. It sounded...weak. Well, he kind of knew who it belonged to, without having to do too much of a process of elimination.
Luke's steps came to a pause, and he was leaning a hand against a wall. Without a pause, he was reaching back out, "Asch, what the hell happened...?" Then, without much of a pause, "Where are you?"