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[dissonates]

[It's been almost a week since 'Luke' returned from his kidnapping, and over the past few days he's been trying to get used to his new... living arrangements. His mind is still something of a jumble, but despite that he's out and about, really exploring the village instead of wandering aimlessly from the mountains. More than likely, he'll be lurking close to the houses of people he knew, as either Luke or Asch, though he's too antsy to knock or say hello. He's also carting around the Key of Lorelei, the sword Asch had before.

As he walks, he'll be randomly jotting down a seemingly randomized set of numbers. Though some might find it familiar:]

3.14159265358979322946...

[...Yeah, he's definitely still a bit scatterbrained. Bother hiiiiim.]

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[He reddens a little at that, lifting his own hand to touch hers.] It was just a bit of healing magic, no big deal.

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

Even still... I'm thankful. [With a little squeeze, she lowers her hand.]

[dissonates]

...I'm just glad you're feeling better. [Stella, you make everything easier.]

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

So am I. [Now she lets out an exasperated sigh, places her hands on her hips, and looks off towards where she intends to go. Senel's uniform might be visible from here.] But I still have to clean up the mess I made.

[dissonates]

[He blinks, brow lifting.] Anything I can help with?

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

Oh, I can do it... Unless you want to fly with me.

[dissonates]

...Fly? [Wh-what.]

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

Fly. [She takes a few steps past him, and then she allows her teriques to appear in a flash of light, its feet wrapping around her shoulders and its wings spreading across her back.]

[dissonates]

[HOLY SHIT, STELLA.]

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[Aw hell yeah, "Luke".]

[dissonates]

Y... you have wings. [And the obvious statement of the year award goes to-]

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[LUSCH! She giggles lightly at that - so cute.]

I haven't used them in a while... I've never found a need to. [She widens her smile a bit.] Do you remember when I showed you my teriques?

[dissonates]

Your what? [Those things? Not really. ...Wait, maybe- ...No, not really.]

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[The wings disappear with a flourish, only to appear as a phoenix shape in the palm of her hand. It was much smaller last time, head drooping with exhaustion... But now it's bright and vibrant, unable to stay hovering in the same spot.]

My teriques.

[dissonates]

[Blink blink.] It's bigger now. That means you're healthy, right?

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[Stella turns her head to hide that victorious smile, and she allows it to disappear for a moment as she nods.] That's right. I'm healthy and eager to move. [She lowers her head a bit.] I'm... happy you remembered, Asch.

[dissonates]

[He goes still at that, eyes narrowing, teeth clenching.] I already told you, I'm Luke.

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't turn around, but nor does she back down.] I never showed Luke my teriques.

[dissonates]

So what? [He's not backing down, either.]

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

Luke wouldn't know what it meant. He wouldn't know that this meant that I was in good spirits.

[She turns to face him now. She looks kind of sad and worried, really.]

What happened?

[dissonates]

[He's quiet for a moment, looking away as she turns. He can't meet her gaze.]

...Asch and Luke are gone. All that's left is me.

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[At that, Stella takes a step closer, trying to catch a look at his eyes. She even reaches a hand up, not touching his cheek, but halfway there.]

You...?

[dissonates]

[He doesn't move, though he does lift his eyes a bit, reluctantly looking at her.] Yeah.

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[It's difficult to understand... So she goes ahead and rests her hand against his cheek.]

But you still have Asch's memories... and Luke's.

[dissonates]

[He shrugs, eyes averting once more.] What's left of them is in me. It's... inevitable. The fate of original and replica. [At least, that's what Jade said.]