dissonates | [Written...? / Action, May 20th and beyond]

[It starts with a hum.

It's quiet, barely perceptible, like a fruit fry buzzing away in someone's ear. Across the village, it starts flickering to life in the mind of one Luke fon Fabre, miles away, awake and unaware and waiting for it.

The hum becomes a whisper. Wordless noise. An echo of something that used to be alive and loud and binding. Intrusive, almost, and yet not- because something missed, needed, eagerly and anxiously awaited is rarely unwanted.

The whisper becomes words, messy and jumbled and confused, a thought process born of desperation, fear, pain, loneliness. The words of the dead, or the dying, or the living. Of all three at once.

I'm here.

imhereimhereimherereplicaimherewhereareyou

help me

Alive. Alive.

And calling for him.]

[It's much later - after he's found, after he's awake and aware of his new situation - that Asch finally touches the journal. He toys with the controls, flips through the pages quietly, listening to everything that's open to hear. It feels... startlingly normal. Just your average day in Luceti. Life does go on without you- but then, he knew that long ago. This is nothing new.

...Well, almost nothing. It's hard to do much of anything when you can't see the world you're used to seeing around you. Not for the first little while, anyway. By touch and trial-and-error he finds the camera eventually, and he scribbles out a bit of nonsense in what he thinks is the entry area that almost looks like words, he sends out a few misfired comments to complete strangers, and in the end he thinks the entire journal system isn't nearly user-friendly enough. Eventually he gives up and sets it aside, leaving it open. Just. Listens.

It's not much. But for the moment, it'll do.]

((ooc: okay so here's the deal- Asch is back from the dead and blind. He'll be in the clinic for a while while he gets used to it, so feel free to use this post as a catch-all in case people want to visit/stumble upon him for the entire week. His scribble entry is also sort-of posted with a slightly-obscured picture, so if you'd rather use the voice function to bug him, feel free |D Word will probably get around that he's back one way or another.

Luke may or may not be with him depending on the time of visit; more often than not, he will be ~~attached at the hip~~ keeping an eye on Asch and helping him to see. He might also be asleep or taking a break. Feel free to specify; if he is there, he probably won't speak much (to save Kukki's inbox and to simplify things), so it's just a matter of whether or not your character will be seen.))

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[Once Xion is gone, Asch shifts uncomfortably, stepping up a little to stand at Luke's side. It's a bit awkward, but no more awkward than what he's already seeing, so for the moment he'll deal with it.]

...Just how long are you planning to stay here?

[Luke glances at Asch before he looks forward again. He won't move just yet, not until he's sure Xion has time to get to his room. Then they can slowly move forward - at least this time there won't be anything to trip over.]

The doctors said I still have a week before they can let me go. Is... that okay with you? I can leave before that.

[Asch makes a vague "hm" sound in response, not moving as long as Luke isn't. He's not going to top off his already-peaking humiliation by walking into a door, even if he can see through Luke's eyes.]

It doesn't matter to me. It's not like I'm injured or anything, and... we're not living together. You have no obligation to deal with me.

[After a moment, Luke starts to walk again. It's still slow, even without the presence of roots and rocks. He frowns a little over that reminder, of the fact that they're not living together. It's not something he likes to acknowledge.]

I know I don't. But... I'm here now, right?

[Asch ought to know that Luke wouldn't ever leave him, especially not like this.]

...Mm. [Asch moves with him, lips pursing. He knows. Even without hearing it, he'd know. Luke's presence is as vibrant as any sun, resting comfortably in the back of his mind once more. He gets the feeling that the link is going to be open an awful lot in the coming months.

Although that does give him one concern, and it would be cruel for him not to mention it.]

We... need to be careful. The link can affect your fonic separation.

... It can?

[He hadn't known that. Is it going to make him worse? Quicken the process?

...

The mention of it makes fear rise up, but there's also quiet, somber acceptance. He's all right with that. This sickness might scare him to death, but there's nothing he can really do about it, huh?]

It might. Better to assume the worst for your own safety. [His shoulders lift in a slight shrug.] Besides, it would just be inconvenient.

[For him? For Luke. He's not sure why he should care, but... he does. A little.]

... Even if that's true, I still want you to see when you can. If that means my dying happens faster, then...

[It's okay.

At least he can do something good for his original for once.]

...You're an idiot. You're still... such an idiot.

[Asch glances away, visibly annoyed. Luke's words are meaningful - they're supposed to be meaningful - but he can't help feeling irritated by it.]

Stop weighing your life against my inconvenience. It's pathetic.

[Written...? / Action, May 20th and beyond]

[action] /SKIPS TO MY-LOO

[action] HI I'M BACK

[action] WELCOME BACK

[action] GOOD TO BE BACK

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