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rekindleme2014-09-03 11:01 pm
headfons) wrote in rekindleme2014-09-03 11:01 pm
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The heck just happened...?
Who: Luke fon Fabre and you
Where: Hospital, and then various areas of the city.
When: Backdated to yesterday (9/2), and then today.
Summary: Luke wakes up and it's a month later.
Warnings: TBD?
{closed}
At first, he didn't even open his eyes.
Then, after several seconds, they blinked open. His initial thought was a question of whether, or not, he'd wound up on a new world. Had he been dreaming that? Wait...where was he, though? A powerful sensation of confusion was pressing down on him, for a few minutes. The last thing he thoroughly remembered, was that he'd suddenly felt...weak. No, more like unbearably sleepy. If asked, he wouldn't be able to so much as recall his last thought, prior to everything going black. And, upon his waking, he didn't feel much better than he had.
Strangely enough...there were some vague memories. He could remember hearing the sound of familiar voices. One telling him stories (although, he couldn't begin to remember what they'd been about), one simply talking to him about various things, and...another telling him he was slacking off on training...
After sorting through his thoughts, his body shifted. Man, he felt...stiff.
{open}
The next day, he was taking a walk to clear his mind -- as well as to get his body back into the routine of moving around. He could be found in pretty much any of the districts...at some point throughout the day. Of course, he wasn't doing a ton of walking. Ugh, it was kind of annoying what a month of lying in bed could undo. Also, he was trying not to think about how worried the coma thing made him. Worrying wouldn't do anything, damn it. Still...since he'd fallen unconscious even with the whole...keeping up with the touch requirement...thing, that meant it could happen to anyone, right? Even if they, too, were being adamant on meeting the requirement.
Gaara...Diarmuid...his brother, Cu Chulainn...Kit...hell, everyone he'd come to know...
The replica let out a sigh as he cut that thought off, his expression tensing as he scrubbed a hand through his hair. Of course, he did try to take comfort in the fact that the place wasn't anything like the last world he'd been in. Expression softening, he folded his arms behind his head and began heading back home. It wasn't even dark outside, but he was already...tired.
Where: Hospital, and then various areas of the city.
When: Backdated to yesterday (9/2), and then today.
Summary: Luke wakes up and it's a month later.
Warnings: TBD?
{closed}
At first, he didn't even open his eyes.
Then, after several seconds, they blinked open. His initial thought was a question of whether, or not, he'd wound up on a new world. Had he been dreaming that? Wait...where was he, though? A powerful sensation of confusion was pressing down on him, for a few minutes. The last thing he thoroughly remembered, was that he'd suddenly felt...weak. No, more like unbearably sleepy. If asked, he wouldn't be able to so much as recall his last thought, prior to everything going black. And, upon his waking, he didn't feel much better than he had.
Strangely enough...there were some vague memories. He could remember hearing the sound of familiar voices. One telling him stories (although, he couldn't begin to remember what they'd been about), one simply talking to him about various things, and...another telling him he was slacking off on training...
After sorting through his thoughts, his body shifted. Man, he felt...stiff.
{open}
The next day, he was taking a walk to clear his mind -- as well as to get his body back into the routine of moving around. He could be found in pretty much any of the districts...at some point throughout the day. Of course, he wasn't doing a ton of walking. Ugh, it was kind of annoying what a month of lying in bed could undo. Also, he was trying not to think about how worried the coma thing made him. Worrying wouldn't do anything, damn it. Still...since he'd fallen unconscious even with the whole...keeping up with the touch requirement...thing, that meant it could happen to anyone, right? Even if they, too, were being adamant on meeting the requirement.
Gaara...Diarmuid...his brother, Cu Chulainn...Kit...hell, everyone he'd come to know...
The replica let out a sigh as he cut that thought off, his expression tensing as he scrubbed a hand through his hair. Of course, he did try to take comfort in the fact that the place wasn't anything like the last world he'd been in. Expression softening, he folded his arms behind his head and began heading back home. It wasn't even dark outside, but he was already...tired.
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Feeling Luke’s intense stare on him, he turned his face away. It was uncomfortable, almost as though he had been exposed, and from a simple gaze alone. He didn’t want Luke to know how strong of an impact he had on him… what kind of attachment he was starting to form. Nothing could ever happen between them, regardless of their personal desires. Even if… he could feel happiness, it would not last. It was elusive and fleeting, like every other positive emotion he had experienced before.
“......”
Luke’s face was still red. Lingering aftereffects of his condition, most likely. Gaara ordered his sand to refill the glass of water, then stepped back from the bed. “After you have recovered, we can resume training. For the time being, you must rest. Your other friends will be visiting soon.”
He turned to leave, but paused at the doorway, briefly. “Contact me if you need anything.”
The sand that had carried the glass of water over to Luke, suddenly unraveled to wrap around his wrist, bearing the appearance of a bracelet. It was warm, humming lightly with the chakra of the sand wielder. In the next instance, Gaara walked out of the room and vanished into the shadows.