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smash_logs2011-03-02 01:13 am
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Who: Duckbutt and Afro Queen
What: So I hear you're sweet on my twin brother...
Where: SPRINKLETOWN. (Now with 50% more nondairy options)
When: March 2/11
Warnings: Sex, drugs, and explosions abound
Lash and Claus!
Who would have guessed? They did get along together, but Lucas had been totally surprised when his twin had told him the news. They would make a good pair, he thought -- he hadn't just been paying lip service when he'd said that. He had promised to put in a good word, too, and he had every intention of doing so: he wasn't the kind of person to meddle, per se, but when two people brought out the best in each other, it was hard not to give a nudge or two in the right direction.
There was a little more to it than that, admittedly. A quiet, lurking concern that had been gnawing at the back of his mind ever since his return from the Other Tazmily, as he'd come to call it. He still wasn't sure that he wanted to say anything about it, though. This was Final Destination City Claus. Lash had never even met the Other Tazmily Claus. Was it really something he ought to say? He hadn't even told Claus himself about what had happened at the Seventh Needle.
He pushed the thought out of his head as he caught sight of a familiar cloud of poofy black hair heading down the hallway. One thing at a time. "Lash! Wait up!"
What: So I hear you're sweet on my twin brother...
Where: SPRINKLETOWN. (Now with 50% more nondairy options)
When: March 2/11
Warnings: Sex, drugs, and explosions abound
Lash and Claus!
Who would have guessed? They did get along together, but Lucas had been totally surprised when his twin had told him the news. They would make a good pair, he thought -- he hadn't just been paying lip service when he'd said that. He had promised to put in a good word, too, and he had every intention of doing so: he wasn't the kind of person to meddle, per se, but when two people brought out the best in each other, it was hard not to give a nudge or two in the right direction.
There was a little more to it than that, admittedly. A quiet, lurking concern that had been gnawing at the back of his mind ever since his return from the Other Tazmily, as he'd come to call it. He still wasn't sure that he wanted to say anything about it, though. This was Final Destination City Claus. Lash had never even met the Other Tazmily Claus. Was it really something he ought to say? He hadn't even told Claus himself about what had happened at the Seventh Needle.
He pushed the thought out of his head as he caught sight of a familiar cloud of poofy black hair heading down the hallway. One thing at a time. "Lash! Wait up!"
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"Lucas I..." she bit her lip before blurting out an insult she might regret. This wasn't the time to call anyone anything. She could be serious when the time called for it too. "So-called ugly things never held me back..." she pushed one of her fists to her chest so hard you could hear the thwack. "..I know what I am. If I judged Claus what type of person would I be?" Someone who doesn't care.
Someone I used to be.
"I don't have many regrets," she admitted. "What I did in the past happened and no matter how my views have changed since then, I did what I did back then." She stopped speaking again to take a long breath of air. "I know that people die. I know that all too well..."
A time ago, she remembered not knowing that Hawke was alive and how her first time crying was when she ran into his arms. But she couldn't really explain that to Lucas. The problem wasn't the ugly past. It was what to do about all the people who cared about her. And in the end, she was afraid. Afraid of breaking someone's heart.
That, she finally realized, hurt much more than a thousand deaths.
"You're an amazing brother," she finally told him, completely changing the subject yet remaining in the same tangent. "When we first me I thought you were, well, kinda of a weakling." Lash wasn't one to tiptoe around things. "I guess that was my old way of thinking speaking for me. You have...a truthful heart. And bravery only a few of us could claim as their own." She laughed somewhat bitterly. "Arguable maybe a little crazy too but I still can't imagine facing your own twin..."
She put an arm on him and smiled. Where her eyes humid? It was rather hard to tell.
"One time, I was going to be killed off by Von Bolt, and Jake saved us. Despite the fact we were in opposing fractions. Funny how a few years later I found out he was my half-brother, right? I guess in a way, I'm supposed to be dead somewhere too, huh? Maybe that makes me and Claus even more alike than you think..."
Or is it when hell and heaven are full, the dead shall walk the earth once again?