#replicatedviscount

[scionoflorelei-a]

((I still have a few replies to get to, but aside from those, all others seem to be replied to on my end... and some of which I actually wanted to continue.))

[scionoflorelei-a]

Off to bed

((Yaaaay, I got things done today. For the most part. I'll probably send that Guy who followed me an ask in the morning. Might go on an ask spree, as either Luke or Manta, IDK.

Replied again to the RP too. XD >.> No I'm not a stalker I just really like the RP.))

[shorthairluke-blog-blog]

"Thank you for the hug. I really needed that."

"Mmhmm. Please try to take a better care of yourself ok? And I’ll be here as long as you need me to."

[crimsoneyedfonist]

replicatedviscount replied to your post: ((Anno… Anyone know of any Fem!Jade fanart? ._.;))

I’ve got an entire anthology doujin of fem!Jade.

((Oh my god yesss xDDD))

[scionoflorelei-a]

Well in this special case... Guy's always reminded me of a yellow gummy bear.

Luke laughed. "That sounds about right. He's squishy enough."

[scionoflorelei-a]

Fireball candy.

"That would fit, normally."

[goldenoblegardios]

§

There was a lot Guy would never do.

I love you. I’ve always loved you.

Though they had traveled together for so long and lived through so much, the live that Gailardia had lived had seen Luke through so many distant and close status changes.

His heart had never tried to reach through it all- to touch Luke’s own soul.

Through the various roles- Luke had always swallowed so much of Gailardia’s attention, was always the primary focus of his existence, in such a way that it was almost penetratingly hard to even imagine him being gone.

As an enemy, he had been consumed by rage, and could think of nothing else, as a friend, he had been his shield and support eager and willing to serve; as a teacher, he poured all his knowledge into Luke, and as a lover, he had fantasized of a life that would never exist, captured only within a space in time that would never come to pass.

What of death? Well, there would be nothing to follow. So it was that truly he mourned in a manner that was absolute, shattering his mental state to pieces, in so many ways that picking up the pieces was deemed a futile attempt. So Gailardia lived his life for those two years in a almost listless state.

The eyes deemed nearly blind could no longer see, all of taste but left aside to a dull aroma, soaked in the sensation of touch that only lingered from memory. No one attempted to shake him from the tight hand of sadness. It was a revelation that all no call for help could ever resurface what the breath of the man’s lungs. More than just Luke had died that day.

So it was that when Luke was revealed again, in that plain, everything seemed to halt; and a man who had died regained his life. Reborn from the ashes of his self inserted hell.

Love was not just a word to him anymore.

So it was that the first moment alone that he could spare, he locked lips with Luke, all the things he had tried to hide washed away, all the things that Luke had taken had been returned.

No words were exchanged, not before and not after.

It had always been there… eliminated and brought to fruition by the greatest friend of all, the most tragic mortal enemy, the most fantastic student; and the life of a love that had been revived.

There were some things Guy would do- if only because “tomorrow” was promising you would live another day.

Living like that, it wasn't for him anymore.

Because life only gave so many second chances.