Lysandre Café

Whisper "Goodbye" to this ugly world, and adorn everything with crimson red wings.

[sexxxysycamore]

Reminisce | Lysandre&Sycamore

[sexxxysycamore]

Sycamore barely flinched when Lysandre looked at him like that. He let out a sigh, smiling crookedly. “I’m not going to say I’m not disappointed. More so, how could I ever say I never want to see my best friend again?”

"Ah," He held up a hand, cutting Lysandre off. As he spoke, his smile continued to grow. It didn’t seem like he changed at all, really. "Please don’t apologize. We all hold regrets. One of mine, actually, is that I never got to talk to you before you decided to go. I’m thankful that Calem and Serena had a chance to do so in my place."

" .. You’re alive and well, and I’m also forever thankful for that."

[lysandre-cafe]

Lysandre was at a loss for words. What could he say? He hardly knew how he should feel. With all the trouble he had caused, and all the pain he had put people through, how could Augustine just let that go? How could he call him his best friend?

Feeling that his emotions were beginning to get the best of him he stood to his feet, his back facing Augustine. "They did nothing to help me! Those children... All they did was ruin my life..." His voice became quiet.

"It should have been you."

[sexxxysycamore]

Reminisce | Lysandre&Sycamore

[sexxxysycamore]

One of Sycamore’s hands slide onto his chest, resting on his heart. He feigned a pained look. “Your words wound me so, dear friend.” But once again he returned to being serious, now clasping his hands together on his lap.

" .. You know, I’ve been taking care of this place since you’ve left. Just so it doesn’t end up covered in dust." Sycamore smoothed out the front of his shirt, not breaking his gaze that rested on Lysandre’s face.

"It wasn’t like I haven’t stopped trying to look for you. I had a feeling you’d return - I simply never knew when.” A pause. ” .. I’m relieved that you’re safe, at least.” Yet another long pause.

What was he supposed to say? He felt so bad. He should have said something to Lysandre, at least, before any of this had happened. He should have tried harder.

" .. I’m sorry."

[lysandre-cafe]

Lysandre pulled his arms back from the table, folding them over his chest. He couldn't believe this man. Was he trying to pretend that nothing had happened? That Team Flare had never existed? Had he forced himself to believe that his oldest friend could never be a criminal?

"Enough, Augustine." He turned his head back to him, giving the professor a cold glare. "What do you have to be sorry for!? You... You've done nothing. Stop treating me as though you're not disappointed. I know you're lying... You have no reason to have wanted to see me again."

Quickly he turned his head away again, overcome with guilt. How could he treat this man, who had none nothing but look out for him, so poorly? He sighed.

"I'm the one who should be sorry. Not you."

[sexxxysycamore]

Reminisce | Lysandre&Sycamore

[sexxxysycamore]

An almost strained smile found its way onto his face, replacing the one of merriment just there moments ago. His hand gripped the handle of the door, pushing it open further to let himself inside.

" .. How long has it been now? Months? I was wondering where you had gone off to."

Leaving no room for protest, Sycamore made his way past tables and chairs, taking a seat directly across from the fiery haired man. He propped his chin on his palm, eyeing Lysandre’s face. It hadn’t seemed like he changed at all. However, it seemed that he was more .. detached, than usual.

A small twinge of guilt began to form in his stomach and Sycamore swallowed quietly, as if hoping it’d help it wash away. He didn’t let Lysandre see the change in his eyes.

"Where have you been all this time, Lysandre?" His voice was a tad quieter than usual. Not that it needed to be, anyways, considering they were the only two there.

[lysandre-cafe]

Lysandre felt himself tense up as Augustine approached him. His hands, once calmly rested on the table, clenched as the man sat before him. How could he bring himself to speak with him? The closest friend he had ever had. He hadn't just let himself down. He let him down. His voice was so gentle, but how could he have forgiven him for what he had done?

The simple answer in Lysandre's mind was: he couldn't.

Turning his head away, he calmly closed his eyes. "That's right. I'm surprised to see you here... I thought it would be safe for me to come here. But I see I was wrong." 

Leaving Augustine's second question unanswered, he remained silent, awaiting whatever reply he may receive. 

[sexxxysycamore]

Reminisce | Lysandre&Sycamore

With his hands in his coat pockets and a pleasant smile on his face, Sycamore made his monthly routine down the same path he always took - down to North Boulevard and towards the red cafe.

Despite no one ever really occupying the vicinity of the establishment, he never minded coming back, just to make sure it wasn’t collecting dust. He even got to make himself free coffee and had a quiet place to think, so there were advantages for him.

Once in front of the familiar door, he pushed it open, the bell at  the top ringing to signal that a person was entering. 

To his surprise, however, he wasn’t the only one at the cafe today. Sycamore’s eyes widened and his eyebrows rose, his body freezing in the doorway.

" .. Lysandre?"

[lysandre-cafe]

Three months had passed since Lysandre had last been inside of his cafe. It was the only thing left to his name, and like him, it had lost all that it once was. It was empty. Seemingly, the world had forgotten of it's existence.

Looking for the familiarity, Lysandre returned to his cafe. He lacked the prideful feeling he once had whenever he would enter the building, but still. Where else could he have gone? 

He had hardly been inside for an hour when those bells started ringing. He remained quiet. As that all too familiar voice reached him, he felt he could hardly move at all.

Of all the people to find him today... Why him?

"Augustine." He turned in his chair to face his old friend, a lack of any emotion on his face.

[lysandre-cafe]

"Team Flare and everything that they stood for… has been defeated. But I’ll have you know that their intentions were not evil. Each and every one of them were good people fighting for what they believe in, in an attempt to protect what beauty remained in this ugly world. Fashion had nothing to do with their plans. They all just shared the similar fashionable trait, which could never be considered a crime.”

[silverhearttrainer-blog]

"Whatever. I’ve heard this story too many times before."

[lysandre-cafe]

"Then don't waste my time by approaching me with your questions. I don't have it in me to explain myself to someone unwilling to listen again."

[lysandre-cafe]

silverhearttrainer

"Yeah, sure. Whatever. Team Flare wants something evil and I know it has to do with fashion.”

"Team Flare and everything that they stood for... has been defeated. But I'll have you know that their intentions were not evil. Each and every one of them were good people fighting for what they believe in, in an attempt to protect what beauty remained in this ugly world. Fashion had nothing to do with their plans. They all just shared the similar fashionable trait, which could never be considered a crime."

[lysandre-cafe]

"So, what, you're trying to take over the world with fashion? Is that it?"

"Take over the world? I want no such thing. Maybe you have me confused with someone else."

[lysandre-cafe]

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