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caughtinanetwork2012-05-22 08:42 pm
relinquishing) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-05-22 08:42 pm
[Action/Voice] - Snatched Away - 007
Lunaday, Shadow-Redecan 43, ND2018
[He hadn't been home much these last two weeks. He knew that. Ever since he had woken up, it had been a mad, chaotic rush of Zelos' death, the repercussions, checking up on Zelda... and seeing the redhead come home earlier this week.
But he had stopped home. At least once a day, if not in the evenings when he finally managed to get some sleep. And Luke would always be there. Confused, curious, asking questions but trying his hardest not to pry. Guy had simply smiled, waving things off and telling Luke he'd make it up to him soon. Life was different here, but hey: they were still friends. Right?
He's too exhausted and it's too late in the evening when he finally returns on the 21st. Luke was probably already in bed, so Guy takes up his normal crashing spot on the couch for the evening.
The morning of the 22nd rolls by, and it seems... quiet. Oddly so. Guy himself didn't sleep in too late, and... well, to be fair, Luke wasn't really the most active in the mornings. But morning slowly morphed into afternoon, and it was like the redhead wasn't even around.
...
He didn't want to admit it. Even thought the idea flitted across his head multiple times. Even as he slowly searched the apartment, noticing the lack of Luke's belongings.
Even as he opened up the communicator to send him a message, asking where he'd run off to... only for his name to be absent from the list.
Even as he tore himself from the building to check Luke's normal thinking spots - places Guy knew he'd wander off to when the apartment was too empty, too boring.
He couldn't bring himself to say it.
He couldn't--]
...
[It's about mid-afternoon when the broadcast is finally made. Guy's voice is clear, but low and rather unreadable - a sharp contrast to the lighthearted tones those close to him might be used to hearing.]
For those that knew him... it looks like Luke fon Fabre has been taken back to Auldrant.
[Simple and to the point.
Perhaps because, for once, he doesn't feel the need to explain.
No social calls today, although he'll slowly work on any replies to the SFC. He needs time to think... and adjust to being alone in this apartment.
Again.]
[He hadn't been home much these last two weeks. He knew that. Ever since he had woken up, it had been a mad, chaotic rush of Zelos' death, the repercussions, checking up on Zelda... and seeing the redhead come home earlier this week.
But he had stopped home. At least once a day, if not in the evenings when he finally managed to get some sleep. And Luke would always be there. Confused, curious, asking questions but trying his hardest not to pry. Guy had simply smiled, waving things off and telling Luke he'd make it up to him soon. Life was different here, but hey: they were still friends. Right?
He's too exhausted and it's too late in the evening when he finally returns on the 21st. Luke was probably already in bed, so Guy takes up his normal crashing spot on the couch for the evening.
The morning of the 22nd rolls by, and it seems... quiet. Oddly so. Guy himself didn't sleep in too late, and... well, to be fair, Luke wasn't really the most active in the mornings. But morning slowly morphed into afternoon, and it was like the redhead wasn't even around.
...
He didn't want to admit it. Even thought the idea flitted across his head multiple times. Even as he slowly searched the apartment, noticing the lack of Luke's belongings.
Even as he opened up the communicator to send him a message, asking where he'd run off to... only for his name to be absent from the list.
Even as he tore himself from the building to check Luke's normal thinking spots - places Guy knew he'd wander off to when the apartment was too empty, too boring.
He couldn't bring himself to say it.
He couldn't--]
...
[It's about mid-afternoon when the broadcast is finally made. Guy's voice is clear, but low and rather unreadable - a sharp contrast to the lighthearted tones those close to him might be used to hearing.]
For those that knew him... it looks like Luke fon Fabre has been taken back to Auldrant.
[Simple and to the point.
Perhaps because, for once, he doesn't feel the need to explain.
No social calls today, although he'll slowly work on any replies to the SFC. He needs time to think... and adjust to being alone in this apartment.
Again.]
[voice]
That's not to say he doesn't keep tabs on the network and a short, succinct message from Guy is definitely out of the ordinary. In the relatively short time he's known him, Guy's spewed more words than a dictionary, so this is odd. And if they're friends, well... he should check on him, right?
He almost doesn't. He's tired. He doesn't want to deal with people or to make people deal with him, but he still finds himself picking up the SFC anyway.]
Hey man, sorry to hear it.
[voice]
There's only so much you can really expect from this place, you know?
[voice]
[He can tell it's not fine but Zelos isn't going to call Guy out on it. What's the point? It's not as if it's something to fix. Let the man have his space if he didn't want to talk about it.]
At least if he's not here then he doesn't have to deal with all this bullshit, right?
[voice]
He's got a proper life to live now, at least. Whatever he ends up doing with it.
[Didn't mean to make that sound so apathetic, but it still slips out rather evenly and emotionless. He knew it was better. Especially knowing that Luke would, indeed, be alive if he ever returned home. That had been one of his deepest fears, after all.
And yet, that thought didn't really make him feel much better. Huh.]
[voice, filtered to Guy]
It's okay to miss him, even if you know he's better off at home.
[voice; filtered]
I know.
I'd prefer not to think about it.
[Just get back into the droll of life. Just... wait.
That's all he can do, right? That's all he did before.
Missing him wouldn't fix anything.
...]
[voice; filtered]
[Zelos runs a hand back through his hair, taking his headband with it and letting his hair fall disheveled around his shoulders. He turns it over and over in his hands, trying to think of something to say that could help Guy. He'd gone out of his way to try and help him, after all, albeit in a heavy handed and not inherently helpful way, but the thought is there (whether Zelos wants it or not).
Usually he's so good at this, knowing what to say to elicit a desired reaction, but the past several days have been the mental equivalent of sloughing through thick mud and nothing helpful comes to mind. He finds it more than a little frustrating, feeling as if his one maybe good quality is failing him. Instead he just.. talks, hoping something will stick. That's being human, right Guy?]
It would have been easier if he hadn't showed up almost, eh? It starts you feeling like it's close to home and then the bubble pulls something out of left field.
[They.. may or may not be talking about Luke.]
[voice; filtered]
He sharply exhales before trying to speak again, his voice just a little forced.]
Depends what you mean by "easier". It's not like life here is easy to begin with. Regardless of the company you might share.
[Debating whether Luke being here was a good thing or not seems like deciding the lesser of two evils at this point.]
[voice; filtered]
[What had he meant? He's having trouble keeping a handle on trains of thought, ideas and words just slipping in and out of his reach like so much mental flotsam. It takes him a long moment before he can collect it all into coherency again.]
I meant it's harder on you, to have him here and then gone again; even if it might be safer away from this place you still want your friends with you.
[It's something he'd thought many times whenever he saw Lloyd, but he knows there's things Lloyd has to do, too. Things that will be hard, that'll hurt, and Zelos can't bring himself to want Lloyd to go even if he knows it all turns out, not only because he doesn't want his friend hurt but because he's not.. entirely sure what he'd do without him. Maybe it's the same for Guy.]
[voice; filtered]
As... idealistic as Zelos' words were, Guy can't help but filter them in one ear and out the other. He'd done this before. Hell, he'd been alone here for months. Wanting recognizable people here was just something he'd forced down - it was a worry that wouldn't help anything. He had no control. It was better that he acknowledge that than let loneliness even try to have a place.
It was... harder to think of doing that now, yes. Even with the knowledge that Luke would keep his life, he still felt that ache - that... selfish little want to have him nearby.
But it wasn't like it would be impossible.
He'd managed to do it here before. He'd managed to fight it off for 17 years. It didn't have a place. Not when he needed to be focusing on something else.
...
He shrugs half-heartedly with a chuckle and a wry smirk, that neutrality easily slipping back without a hitch.]
It's alright.
So I'm without a familiar face for a while. It happens. I'll survive.
[Despite the mask, the blonde is still struggling to keep that firm clip out of his tone. Almost like a parent who was reaching the end of their rope. Didn't he just say he didn't want to think about it?]
[voice; filtered]
Better forget it, then. Why would the blonde want to confide in some random guy from another world, anyway.]
Heh, right. Forget I said anything.
[There's a pause, weighted with thinly-veiled fatigue.]
I think I'm gonna go. I'll talk to you later, man.
[Rude as it might be, Zelos clicks off the feed without waiting for a response and flops back on his bed, feeling fragile and wrung out.
He's just sort of... done.]