act and react; speak and follow. [open]

[purpletaint]

Who: purpletaint and whoever!
What: Let's internalize, pieces and part, of what comprises us; what moves us forward.
Where: Wherever you want to be.
When: The current event. Now.

Continued from here. There exists massive tl;dr within.

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I hope I'm doing this right

[tellmeiamreal]

The mist was thicker here, almost opaque, and Luke shivered.

He was well and truly lost. He'd initially been looking for something, he knew, but something had distracted him, had been calling him, and he'd been stumbling towards the mist ever since.

"Hello?" he called out hesitantly. "Is anybody there?"

If he tilted his head and concentrated, Luke could almost make out a sound, almost like--

Like a child crying?

Memories lurched inside him, along with a cold sense of dread. Akzeriuth falling, people dying, the little boy crying for help as he sank into the toxic mud--

It was him he knew, with a bizarre sense of certainty. The little boy he'd failed to save was here, and Luke had to save him--

"I'm coming!" he cried out into the mist, and began to run.

you look fine to me. ^^

[purpletaint]

The voice that called out was barely heard. Another voice of many, moving around in his mind--outside of it? Albedo could hardly tell. For there was red on his hands and red was the color of hair upon the corpse feet away, and how much had he imagined and how much had happened, for his twin was lying dead with the face of a beast, and yet, wasn't that quite fitting? Shouldn't the beast who ruined earth for hell and trampled heaven lay there in his own blood until rot settled, because no, his twin did not regenerate, Rubedo did not, Nigredo did not, and Albedo did, and would, and both of them would die.

He inhaled on a gasp, sobs bursting forth on the exhale. Knees to his chest, he curled his arms around them and bowed his head into them, wanting to forget. To forget? Wasn't he fine, perfect with how things were? Why, then, would it matter if his brothers died? Why would it matter if Rubedo did not love him? Why would it matter if Albedo killed Rubedo instead of the other way around?The second time the voice called out was clearer,

[tellmeiamreal]

Luke stumbled to a halt, eyes wide in surprise. This...this was not what he expected. In fact, he wasn't sure what he expected, and was that blood?!

He rubbed his eyes, just in case the whole thing was a hallucination. It wasn't.

Luke crouched down and very gingerly touched the shoulder of the boy in front of him, partly not to frighten him and partly because Luke still wasn't quite sure what he was seeing. A part of brain knew it was irrational to expect to see a ghost from his past but his heart had been so desperately set on saving the boys life that it had blown away all sense of logic.

"Hey?" he asked very softly. "Are you okay?"

so sorry for the delay

[purpletaint]

Even as the man moved to touch him, Albedo did not pull away as he might have otherwise. Did not bare his teeth and snarl like a wild animal, did not attack the hand that reached out, only allowed it, something dead in his eyes. Red hair, green eyes, and it was like both brothers were still haunting him in this. Unlike his darling siblings, gone beyond his reach, this man's eyes were soft, and vaguely Albedo wondered if this person had killed others.

And then the other spoke, and kindness was too much to offer. Kindness was not given to Albedo, and even this--likely more politeness than any care--was far too much for his fragile psyche's current state. His face crumbled again, tears blinking their way downward, and for the first time in this place, Albedo's voice was more like a child, like he apparently was, than anything else. "...No," was the mumbled answer. His lips moved as if to speak further but nothing was said.