X11: Baticul Twilight [Text]
Over one year in City measure of time the Replica made stay in cursed Polychromatic Home, though this stands only half measure on Auldrant should one count the days. The expedition, ended near one and one half months before, proofed only bitter failure to abscond the loathsome conditions of curses, of deities, of inescapable tic and tock of City cloche mayhaps issued from the Carousel in the midst.
However, a twist of fate that renders the impossible now completely doable. For the Replica, for myself, a means to return to beloved Auldrant wherein family, friend, relative, acquaintance, peoples continue life without Kimlascan heir, a man to take the throne. Such has been until now, of this unexpected retreat, restoration to whence the nobles came, though my thoughts on this return were long cast aside, cast away, for such a man no longer belongs and has not belonged since replacement as a boy.
Upon our immediate arrival did I seek her Highness in Baticul, yet would be but a fool with thought to allow the cast of her eyes, her gaze, upon my face. Let that not be so! for who am I but a dead man in the eyes of the world, of Auldrant and the people thereof. No longer a share among those in this life, and so unfit to be seen in her Majesty's crystal-sparkled blue eyes like the precious stones of this world and numerous others.
(A/N: Hey, this is Luke! It's my turn to write now. And I didn't understand any of what Asch wrote. Mind using actual words next time?) Meanwhile, I'd spent the past few hours looking for my original. It wasn't much different than usual, even though so much time had passed since we'd been home. I remembered all the times I had chased him across Auldrant. My companions hadn't appreciated it, but I thought it was important to see what Asch was up to. He didn't tell us anything. (A/N: No wonder we thought you were the enemy.) Back then, I thought I didn't have a choice. But Asch found Spinoza first, and I had to apologize to everyone for leading them on a pointless side trek. (A/N: The Dark Wings beat us to it. But at least we got something out of it. So I guess it wasn't completely pointless.) Even if I didn't want to replace Asch, I guess I enjoyed having someone to compete against. He was a constant mystery to me, always running off and never telling anyone about what he was doing. But he cared, didn't he? Maybe not about me-- or at least, I was afraid to see it-- but sometimes, I hoped... (A/N: Hahahah... awkward...)
I turned the corner of the courtyard and spotted familiar crimson hair. (A/N: I can't believe I used to wear my hair that long. It always took me so long to brush it out...) It caught the sunlight, the color reminiscent of dying flames. (A/N: Except he was alive. Is.) Apparently I'd found Asch at a bad moment. He was staring intensely through a window, oblivious to everything around him. I'm not sure what he was looking at, but he was tense. (A/N: Then again, he's always tense...) He should have been happy to return home, but then again, he probably thought this wasn't home anymore. I hesitated, then reached out to touch his arm. I hoped he couldn't sense my trembling.
"Asch..." I was a little worried that he'd been hiding from everyone else. They wanted to see him, too, even if Asch didn't think of them as his friends. (A/N: Or maybe he did? After all, he helped us before... and he helps me.) He was incredibly important, especially to me, and I wanted to share everything with him. "Look, I..."
(A/N: I don't know what the replica's talking about--this is perfectly understandable. Here's more.) The trip to Baticul had only been made in vain, for the Princess had journeyed to visit further Kimlascan lands to advise and counsel Her people in lands across the seas and further still, oceans away. In dismay I continued to look on when there was a hand reaching to hold mine, a quiet-timid voice to call my name in tentative manner. The Replica spake, and so I listened.
However, a twist of fate that renders the impossible now completely doable. For the Replica, for myself, a means to return to beloved Auldrant wherein family, friend, relative, acquaintance, peoples continue life without Kimlascan heir, a man to take the throne. Such has been until now, of this unexpected retreat, restoration to whence the nobles came, though my thoughts on this return were long cast aside, cast away, for such a man no longer belongs and has not belonged since replacement as a boy.
Upon our immediate arrival did I seek her Highness in Baticul, yet would be but a fool with thought to allow the cast of her eyes, her gaze, upon my face. Let that not be so! for who am I but a dead man in the eyes of the world, of Auldrant and the people thereof. No longer a share among those in this life, and so unfit to be seen in her Majesty's crystal-sparkled blue eyes like the precious stones of this world and numerous others.
(A/N: Hey, this is Luke! It's my turn to write now. And I didn't understand any of what Asch wrote. Mind using actual words next time?) Meanwhile, I'd spent the past few hours looking for my original. It wasn't much different than usual, even though so much time had passed since we'd been home. I remembered all the times I had chased him across Auldrant. My companions hadn't appreciated it, but I thought it was important to see what Asch was up to. He didn't tell us anything. (A/N: No wonder we thought you were the enemy.) Back then, I thought I didn't have a choice. But Asch found Spinoza first, and I had to apologize to everyone for leading them on a pointless side trek. (A/N: The Dark Wings beat us to it. But at least we got something out of it. So I guess it wasn't completely pointless.) Even if I didn't want to replace Asch, I guess I enjoyed having someone to compete against. He was a constant mystery to me, always running off and never telling anyone about what he was doing. But he cared, didn't he? Maybe not about me-- or at least, I was afraid to see it-- but sometimes, I hoped... (A/N: Hahahah... awkward...)
I turned the corner of the courtyard and spotted familiar crimson hair. (A/N: I can't believe I used to wear my hair that long. It always took me so long to brush it out...) It caught the sunlight, the color reminiscent of dying flames. (A/N: Except he was alive. Is.) Apparently I'd found Asch at a bad moment. He was staring intensely through a window, oblivious to everything around him. I'm not sure what he was looking at, but he was tense. (A/N: Then again, he's always tense...) He should have been happy to return home, but then again, he probably thought this wasn't home anymore. I hesitated, then reached out to touch his arm. I hoped he couldn't sense my trembling.
"Asch..." I was a little worried that he'd been hiding from everyone else. They wanted to see him, too, even if Asch didn't think of them as his friends. (A/N: Or maybe he did? After all, he helped us before... and he helps me.) He was incredibly important, especially to me, and I wanted to share everything with him. "Look, I..."
(A/N: I don't know what the replica's talking about--this is perfectly understandable. Here's more.) The trip to Baticul had only been made in vain, for the Princess had journeyed to visit further Kimlascan lands to advise and counsel Her people in lands across the seas and further still, oceans away. In dismay I continued to look on when there was a hand reaching to hold mine, a quiet-timid voice to call my name in tentative manner. The Replica spake, and so I listened.