PC: DION

[tombtaker]

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W0 - SATURDAY

[tombtaker]

[ Lucien is pacing the hallways, pointlessly, and in the process is spreading a really fun variety of emotions. Paranoia, like an animal pacing the bars of its cage, and an exhaustion so profound the freakin' walls are moving. Maybe someone should actually try sleeping in ... his room ... ? it is clear he did not do this based on the rumpled clothes. that's fine, probably. ]

[agamid]

[ Ah, sweet Lucien. You are going through it.

The exhaustion wears down on Dion, familiar, and the paranoia is understandable. He keeps a distance from Lucien, frowning. ]

Sleep deprivation will serve you little, Sir Lucien.

[tombtaker]

[ he will stop pacing at least, though instead he's fiddling with the IRIS, clicking his tongue. ]

I have no need of sleep.

week 0, friday, titan's call

[agamid]

[ please ignore the heartache that he is broadcasting, his face is extremely neutral and his tone is even when he encounters lucien in the concourse ]

I suppose this is one of those moments you would prefer the company of a bastard, Sir Lucien.

[tombtaker]

[ lucien's feeling are ... muted. like he's taken everything he's feeling and shoved it into a box and never plans to open that again.

he doesn't answer, but he does hold out a box of cigarillos - offering one out to him. ]

[agamid]

[ dion's emotions are all out there, including the surprise at the offer.

he's never smoked, but he takes one, holds onto it, and then simply watches lucien's expression. ]

W1 - MONDAY

[tombtaker]

Have you ventured off the ship yet?

[ is he grinning ... ? Does he already have the fangs in, or did he come with those naturally? Is he in a good mood, for once? so many questions, so little time. ]

[agamid]

I have.

[ his face betrays nothing, but he'll smile back at lucien. ]

You seem in good spirits.

[tombtaker]

Tired of being stuck in this floating scrap heap. Happy to stretch my legs. Is that allowed?

[ so, still rude, it seems. ]

Anything good out there?

W2 - MONDAY

[tombtaker]

[ he's braved the outdoors today. he likes being off the ship, but isn't the biggest wintery hellscape fan. too many bad memories. but he already has an outfit prepared for this type of weather - a heavy coat, fur-lined and leather padded at the joints, and its clearly seen some wear and tear. at least it's not bloody at the moment, since there's finally laundry here. he's even got snowshoes, and not the ones from the surplus store. not as much as skis as spiked, for traversal.

he's poking around the bazaar, scowling at everything. he'll at least look ... slightly less mad when he sees dion though. ]

... all healed?

[agamid]

[ Dion is also bundled up, not one to enjoy the cold despite being white. He's looking at a jacket when he spots Lucien. ]

Yes, thanks to the pods. And you?

[tombtaker]

[ NOT HIS WHITENESS. he should reflect the snow ........ lucien will come judge his fashion tastes. he seems fairly healed - there's only light marks left where the scratch marks on his face were. ]

Mm.

[ that's probably a very aloof yes. ]

week 3, monday, luxurious venus

[agamid]

[ They're in the spa on the Eudora when the rift tears into the space around them both, transforming it into a grand audience chamber.

Now, there is one thing you know: that there have only been two people in your life who have loved you. The second is Terence, a better man than you have ever deserved, and whose youth you greedily enjoyed.

But the first is your father, the only family have ever had. Your father, who kept you from the streets of Oriflamme, took you in though you were not of his wife, and raised you as a prince of Sanbreque.

And there is your father, your lance through his chest.

"... Kinslayer."

All at once your heart cracks, twenty-eight years of grief, pain, love and loneliness flooding your veins like poison and corroding away the tight control with which you keep Bahamut's power in check.

Tonight, the eikon wins the battle of wills, and the great wyrm rises over the city of Twinside.

The sight of the city ablaze fades first, but the sounds of the people screaming linger a moment longer. ]

[tombtaker]

[ `you're a wounded soul. fractured. any world you create will bear those scars too.`
`well then, if that be true, then let the world hurt as I hurt.`

lucien stays stock-still as this unfolds in front of him, eyes flicking around the memory and unable to relax even after it's over. as the child declares its intent (`give me the world`) and dion ... breaks. ]

Fuck.

[agamid]

[ nothing about this is easy to watch, despite having lived it already. it's the totality of his mistakes and blindness being thrown in his face, and the destruction of his family and his country at his own hands.

he hates it.

his fists are tight at his side, and he has to forcibly relax his jaw so that he can find words to say to lucien, ] I...

W3 - SATURDAY

[tombtaker]

[ our white boy!!!!!! ]

It-- wasn't personal.

[ is this. an apology? ]

[agamid]

No? [ looks at him ] Then what was it?

[ ftr he doesn't seem mad ]

[tombtaker]

A show.

[ big and loud. ]

Whatever has worked its way into your mind loves the attention. The rage. Do you feel it even now? I'm curious how it works.

week 6, sunday

[agamid]

[ WELP

stares at pulsating flesh ]

Not a moment's peace it would seem.

[tombtaker]

[ also staring at pulsating flesh, resisting the urge to touch it. he was warned, but still. ]

No, of course not. Typically there isn't, once you've come back to life.

[agamid]

I suppose you would know that well, Lucien. [ glances at him ] It is unfortunate you're unable to enjoy more of a honeymoon period.

W7 - MONDAY

[tombtaker]

[ he's been exploring, but all the new locations on the ship are full of meat, and planet side is exceptionally creepy feeling but at least there's a sky (that looking at makes your organs shrivel) but. you know. he prefers that.

dion can probably find him sitting somewhere in the resort, just observing. ]

You're back just in time for all the dramatics.

[agamid]

[ also chills in the resort ]

That much was apparent yesterday already. [ grim ] How fares your optimism?

week 7, endgame

[agamid]

[ omg he's so tired

oozing somewhere with a drink, he'll raise a glass when he sees lucien ]

Have you had a chance to rest, Lucien?

[tombtaker]

[ he is also going to get himself a fucking drink my GOD ]

Oh no. Not for another two days, I imagine.