scawwy ✦ lucas proust

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maybe ill find a shitpost later

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[THIS IS PROBABLY THE ONLY SWEET MEMORY HE'S FCKIN SEEN ALL DAY and he's a little grateful for it because everything else is. So exhausting.

The memory itself, despite its tinge of melancholy, is sweet. Endearing. It shows Daan in a light that one might even call adorable, especially given he's just been rather down-to-business and grim here (for good reason). Despite how discomforted he is by the general invasiveness of this process, he can't help but turn a little smile Daan's way.]

...The two of you seem close.

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[ For the record this memory is probably like... late teens-ish, in terms of age. ]

...

[ He does look somber and melancholy, digging his fingers softly into the fabric of his own shirt and vest, just below his heart. ]

Well... she did become my wife eventually.

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[WHY DOES HE LOOK MELANCHOLY!!!!!! DON'T GIVE ME A SWEET MEMORY AND THEN TURN AROUND TO TELL ME SHE'S FUCKING DEAD OR SOMETHING.

Lucas also looks a little concerned in the vaguely discomforted way of someone who feels like they are about to dive into an uncomfortable topic.]

How long have you been wed...?

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[ You think I'd DO that? ]

...A few years.

[ Don't ask me for more details on this particular timeline because I do not have it... touches the ground and suffers. ]

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[:BEN: also shakes ur hand in suffering over these things

Well. A few years... Lucas is quiet for a second, and then:]

I apologize for saying so, but you look... a bit sorrowful.

[He was so in love! What happened! Is it because he's been trapped in hell for the last 50 years or some shit.]

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...Do I...

[ This is entirely rhetorical. In fact, if anything, it's more like it's nice to know he still has it in him to look sorrowful about something these days. ]

She died. Recently.

[ lol



I'm not even gonna provide any other metatext look. ]

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[YOU REALLY FUCKING DID THIS DON'T JUST APP A WIDOW NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Well.

Lucas doesn't seem all that surprised, though there's something soft and a little mournful in its own way in his expression in return. It's not like he knew her, but he knows what loss is like. He's felt it, and he's seen deeper versions of it destroy people.]

...I'm sorry. [Words that always come up short. But also what the hell man really had to go from being recently widowed to being a cult sacrifice.] She seems even from that short glimpse like a very lovely person.

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[ Oh, the lore gets worse Lucas bud. It's fine, there is no war in Ba Sing Se energy. ]

Yeah. She was.

...I obviously don't need to tell you it wasn't your fault or anything like that, but. You know.

The usual waving aside of condolences and the like.

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[NOT LIKE THIS]

I am sorry to intrude, even so. [Even if it's not his fault really, it still feels bad man.] And sorry that you weren't given the time or space to process.

[ON ACCOUNT OF BEING FUCKING CULTNAPPED.]

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I guess I am still processing it, yeah.

Headed straight off somewhere that ended up being just like this place, before I came here.

...

And then, you know. I'm also here for real.

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[HE'S HERE FOR REAL!!]

Were you kidnapped by a cult to that one, too?

[The way this could sound facetious but it's truly genuine...]

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I wouldn't say kidnapped exactly by the traditional definition. But I do guess our train stopped and we were stranded there, so it's just splitting hairs at that point.

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[JUST A SYMPATHETIC LOOK girl why do these things happen to you.]

Taken out of one awful situation and dropped into another... Had you been able to make any headway in figuring out things over there?

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...

[ He has to... really think about... this... and try to figure out how to explain or break the news to Lucas... ]

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[LOOKING AT HIM AS THE SILENCE STRETCHES LIKE THAT "AND HE WAS FINE RIGHT? RIGHT?" MEME.]

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...

The moon was rising on the third evening at the time...

I don't really know what was going to happen next. If I hadn't been transported here instead.

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...Ah... So you've already been here significantly longer than you were there...

[WELL. THIS IS FINE. Three days versus the start of their third week and practically nothing to show for it but this is fine.]

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Yeah.

Well. The limit we were given for the end of Termina was three days.

Here, it's what. Two months?

Sure, you can die any time, but I'm already living a lot longer than I thought I had left.

[ Soooo. Yippee. ]

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[MY GOD. But also imagine scawwy is just the ending that awaited after Termina all along.]

Ah... [AS BRITT EXPLODES ON TUESDAY IN THE BG.] ...Well. I'm-- not at all glad that you've just ended up in another, slightly better situation, but... I'm glad you at least got out of the first.

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[ That's basically what his current timeline is yeah. Also rip Ishtar, this is what was happening in the meantime, and also Geto's ass embiggening. ]

...Yeah, well... better than being dead, right?

It's not great here, but it's not exactly worse. So I'll take what I can get.

[ Feel free to memshare me back IF YOU WANT. I am ok with spoilers and any cws as long as they don't get like overly existential or something. ]

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[NOT THE EMBIGGENING. ALSO I FORGOT ABOUT THE RETURN MEMSHARE HELP ME JUST DIVING INTO EVERYONE ELSE'S MEMS LIKE HAHA YAY! YAY!! what between sibling trauma and dying young trauma sounds more in ur wheelhouse]

Better than being dead, yes... [Glancing around. Frowning.] Though I could do without the bells and whistles.

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[ God I feel like it could go either or. Ig we can go with siblings. ]

Apparently, beggars can't be choosers.

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[if we feel like blasting each other with more mems i know what to get you...

ANYWAY SPEAKING OF HOW beggars can't be choosers!!]

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[ Oh this is a very good mem. It invokes a different kind of response from Daan compared to other things he's seen so far, a distinct hesitation and furrow of his brows as he glances aside as Lucas is rejected -- doctor after doctor after doctor.

Who decides that kind of thing? What kind of doctor just gets to decide that someone should die because -- what. The patient isn't good enough for them? Daan doesn't purport himself to be any sort of guardian angel. Hell, he outright pushes back sometimes when someone tells him that's what he does, right? Because that's what doctors are supposed to do. And then he'd fire back that he doesn't have to do anything, because he's not bound by the Oath.

But still. ]

Did that person...?

[ ...Save your sister? ]

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[slaps his noggin you can fit so much varying forms of doctor related trauma in this bad boy

Who indeed, though! Who indeed. A whole island nation full of doctors who just see a problem they don't want to deal with and think, who cares? Such is the grave danger of effective immortality, twisted and abused by the people who don't create and work with it every day.

Lucas, to his credit, just offers a small smile that doesn't speak to the hellish despair of being turned down turn after turn.]

That person ran the hospital that has cared for Nadia for the last eight years. She's well, now.