[@Luke][AU] Deviations

scionoflorelei:

The younger Luke didn’t like that idea. “Do I have to?” he huffed, already getting the chills, especially after hearing about everything Van had done to his older self. “And how long do I have to… fawn over him?” The word had him sticking his tongue out and making a face. It was a bit surprising how quickly he’d gone from practically worshipping Van to being outright disgusted by him.

He frowned a minute. “…Act normally… you mean that snobbish attitude and all. Alright… At least I can talk to you guys normally in here now. Not like I’m not used to hearing voices anyway. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to keep it up, though, if they’re already suspicious.”

He blinked a bit, wondering where the others were. Did it take longer going down then it did going up? “The others might be showing up soon… not sure how it takes longer going down then it does going up.”

“Until I direct you otherwise,” Luke reiterated to the youngest redhead, though his attention was diverted to the set of stairs that lead up and out of the basement when there was mention of the group. Yes, they should be here soon, unless for some reason they already engaged in combat with Arietta. It was unlikely, but with how long this conversation has managed to last, that seemed to be the case. Luke didn’t want to exactly press his luck with extending this conversation further as gauging time seemed to be a challenge for him in this timeline. “Right… go on and meet up with them, it’ll give us some time to evade Van.”

“What?” Asch quirked his brow.

“Van will be here shortly and will apprehend Arietta. He’ll then escort the rest of the group back to Kaitzur. It would be for the best if we avoid him.”

“Agreed. Let’s go, we’re wasting time.” The God-General turned heel and started to walk away. Luke looked back over at his timeline counterpart and gave a small smile, reaching out to pat the top of his head.

“You’ll be okay, and we’ll meet again soon.” he gave a nod, and then turned to chase after Asch.

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scarletflare:

Lorelei is a beautiful Chinese empress.
Inspired from this photoset
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scarletflare:

Lorelei is a beautiful Chinese empress.

Inspired from this photoset

Photoshop CS6/Cintiq

[AU] Decay

isofonherder:

"It wasn’t due to the pain, it was due to the fonon separation and then the cellular corruption - " but then again, it’s not like Luke probably particularly cares. 

At the compliment, he blushes, but keeps the conversation going as though Luke said nothing like that at all. “Touch is how I experience vibrations - I don’t hear it, I feel it. The vibrations of things is how I ‘see’ when I’m not in human form.” It’s complicated to explain, but by now Luke must be familiar with how sound travels through solid objects. “My sense of fonons is sharper, too, but if I didn’t have touch I’d be truly blind.”

“I’d ask if being blind was a scary thought but, nothing ever seems to scare you.” he chuckled weakly, before they fell into a bit of an awkward silence. Luke looked downwards at the selenia buds, tightly coiled up as the day drew on. The religious roamed the halls as usual, while the cheagles scurried around outside. Life moved on, while the two of them remained still and silent, observing.

“I missed you,” Luke broke the silence, “during these six months… I was so bored, I built this temple to pass the time by. With the hunt for you off, the other sentients resumed their prospective role, so I was left to my musings.” With the planet storm dismantled, and the Score abandoned, he was essentially useless and obsolete. It was difficult to not have a purpose, especially when he fought so hard to find his own. All of the powers of a god were now his to command but he had no idea what to do with them.

[AU] Decay

isofonherder:

There’s something small and unhappy in him at that, that Luke can’t experience things the same way he can. He should have known that was the case, but it’s still strangely upsetting to realize that it’s literally impossible for Luke to experience the world the same way he does.

"I don’t rely on sight much at all, these days. Unless I give myself a body with eyes, I’m completely blind." Thinking about it, it doesn’t bug him as much as it might have before. He has other ways of understanding the world, now. "So when I’m human, I’m limited to a human’s vision, and so on."

“I don’t mind having my sense of touch be muted,” he admitted softly as he stared upwards at the sanctum’s atrium, “It’s actually sort of nice, being numb. Fonon separation hurt, it hurt even worse to hold myself together. Fighting you, and then Van, and then having to release Lorelei… setting aside the emotional toil, it was physically agonizing. You said that your nerves had been burned out by the pain- you had taken my body, my nerves were burned out by the pain.”

He ran his hand along the edge of the fountain and barely felt the rough texture beneath his finger pads. “Touch doesn’t matter to me now. What matters is echoes and vibrations.” he closed his eyes and smiled. “Yours are the loveliest to hear.”

[AU] Decay

isofonherder:

"Who said it’s not because I want to be able to smack you when you’re being stupid?" He rolls onto his side.

"It’s mostly new, since my transformation," he says after a long moment. "My hearing is much better, but my sense of touch… Before I died, I was losing it, because my nerves were all going numb. Now it’s far sharper than a human’s, and I want to sink into every crack and experience it."

He stops, there, realizing how that last bit must have sounded to Luke, what it would make him think of. He doesn’t know how to continue without making it worse, either, so he just shuts up.

A shiver shot up his spine at Asch’s words, gripping the edge of the fountain tightly as he tried to shove unpleasant images out of his mind. “That’s… interesting.” he nodded slowly, easing his grasp in an attempt to force himself to relax. A deep breath; Asch was Asch, miasma or not. It had been two and a half years since the transformation started, and six months since it had been fully completed- he’s had more than enough time to adjust to the fact that Asch was now literally the source of his nightmares. The man had gone above and beyond to show that he was in full control of everything and did what he could to keep Luke from going into a PTSD episode. All he could do was repay that with fear and aversion.

He was pretty lousy, wasn’t he?

“Touch is something that I don’t rely on. It’s been severely muted in favor of sound and sight. I can still determine texture, hard or soft, warm and cold, but at a much lower level than that of even a human. Which- when we touch and burn, I’m probably only feeling a fraction of the pain that you feel.”

[AU] Decay

isofonherder:

"It’s fine, I’m not delicate." Hopefully Luke didn’t expect a response that wasn’t grumpy. Asch settles in, tucking his arms behind his head and closing his eyes. Twenty people, thereabouts, in the temple all told. He picks apart their insecurities to fill the time, learning, surprised by the things he can pull out of their minds without too much effort.

When Luke catches his attention, his eyes flick back open - they’re purple, in turn, the thick red-purple of the poison, but it fades back to green before too long. He huffs, annoyed. “Figures, the one time the damn thing might be useful…” That’s what he gets for trying to cheat, he supposes.

“I’m sure that we’ll figure out some way to touch. Though I must say, I’m quite surprised.” he arched a brow as a sly smile came to his face, “I never pegged you to be the touchy-feely type. Our relationship must be evolving quite fast if you’re looking for a way for us to properly coexist.” Footsteps could be heard beyond the wall, along with muffled voices of the religious who devoted themselves to caring for the grounds. Luke sighed with a small smile. “In here we can be as loud as we want and they’ll never know. This entire room is one hundred percent soundproof- being able to manipulate sound is pretty cool.” he grinned.

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[AU] Decay

isofonherder:

"Mm. I can deal with it once in a while, I suppose." It isn’t as though he fears the Score the way Luke does the mud. The Score can’t hurt him any more; he’s escaped its confines, that will have to be enough. 

(And he does want that contact, the physical feeling of someone he can trust enough to rest against for a while. He’s never been a touchy person before but the miasma is physical and needy in a way that just fonons aren’t. He wants to take what he loves into himself, not to keep it or drown it but just to feel it.)

He settles in on his makeshift bench instead, turning so that he can lay his back flat along the edge and prop one foot up, the other dangling off the side. “Go for it.”

“Well, if you’re sure…” He fidgeted a bit, wringing his hands together. Asch had always been respectful over his fear of the miasma’s mud, he wanted to be as sensitive in turn. “Bear with me on this, it may take quite a while to sort through everything…” He moved so that he was now sitting next to Asch, hands folded in his lap as his irises turned gold and the world melted away from him. Instead, he saw everything that was, is, and will be.

Minutes melted away into hours, he hadn’t budged an inch, still sitting there with that transfixed gaze. Finally, he twitched, and closed the Score as he came back to the world at hand. It always took a few moments to gather himself after observing the Planet’s Memory, but this had been the most extensive use he’s gotten of it. “I couldn’t find anything useful…” he admitted slowly. 

[AU] Decay

isofonherder:

"Lucky you," Asch mutters, and there’s a faint hint of a glare there. "But that’s not the case for all of us." He takes a seat on one of the fountain ledges, instead, where it’s solid matter instead of a pure fonon construction meant to be taken apart easily. 

"Unless you can figure out a way we can actually touch,” he continues, “it’s probably not a good idea for me to sit on your furniture, either.”

Luke quirked his brow. “Oh?” That was intriguing… He knew that the two of them were incapable of physical contact, but he didn’t know that Asch cared. Well, to some sort of extent, but he still cared enough to make comment of it. “I suppose that’s true… Hm,” he crossed his arms as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “I can’t think of anything off the top of my head, I’d probably have to consult with the Score to find some kind of way but-…” he hesitated, looking over at Asch, “I know how uncomfortable that makes you.”