Luke fon Fabre; Appointments

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Used for one-on-one conversations/meetings, messages, gifts, or any back-tagging. I hope to use this way more than I probably should. B)

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May 15th

[inkdrops]

[It was hard enough waiting a full day after hearing Luke's distress call (and worrying herself silly), but harder still to see him laying injured the next day, resting and bandaged up. Miyabi had wanted to ask just what happened - to both of them - but she had to leave in the end, to allow Luke to sleep, and recover more. She didn't sleep well at all that night, either.

It's today that she tries again, if only to see her friend again, and bring him some flowers. She has cut a small branch off one of the cherry blossom trees, and arranged it with other flowers and leaves as best she could with shaky hands. It was mediocre at best, but would pass for something. A quiet voice greets the door before she peers inside, slowly. Miyabi's face is anything but happy.]

Luke?

May 15th

[fabrecation]

[It's perhaps fortunate that Luke can't see Miyabi's face, what with him facing away from the door and staring at the wall instead. He hears her voice, but the only indication of it is how his head turns just slightly. He can't turn it all the way, lest he wants his shoulder and collarbone to flare up, but he does acknowledge her. Somewhat.]

May 15th

[inkdrops]

[It's not exactly the kind of greeting Miyabi was expecting, but it's...something. She enters quietly, and goes over to sit on the edge of Luke's bed, being very careful not to shift too much and make him uncomfortable. He looks in bad shape, and her chest aches at the sight alone. It hurts to see someone she cares about like this, it honestly hurts.

With just as much care as everything else she's doing, Miyabi begins to stroke Luke's hair. It's slow, languid, and she hopes calming. After a moment or two, she begins to hum, a tender lullaby.]

May 15th

[fabrecation]

[When Miyabi starts to stroke his hair, his eyes half-lid, still staring at the wall. But it's... calming, very much so. His mother would do this when he was younger, when he'd be sad or frustrated or lonely. For Luke, it's almost what he'd equate to someone listening to a heartbeat. It's deeply comforting in a nostalgic sort of way.

And then she hums, and his eyes shut. Out of everything, sound resonates within him more than anything. Luke can feel some of the emotions behind the tone - love and care, sorrow and concern...

His right hand reaches to cover his mouth as best as he can in this position. Why... Why did all of this have to happen? The curse slot returning, him not being capable of defending himself, Asch taking the hit for him... Not hearing from Guy, the link in his head being shattered and empty and dead. It's like everything that might have held them together just... fell apart. And the loneliness he feels is vast and cold, like he's trapped in a dark, hazy area, all by himself, voices reaching him yet becoming lost in the void all around him.

It's unbearable. And it's all he can do to frown and hold back that sting in his eyes and throat.]