#the lnds brainrot is real
Text
What if MC looked different from her past lives, will he connect the dots?
Xavier x MC [A03 link]
Prompt from @nobodys-saviour: "If MC didnt look the same as her other lives do you think they’d still recognise her. [Would] Xavier?" [x].
----
Xavier did not make a habit of making strong connections in his various "lives" he'd lived on Earth. The less he knew about mild acquaintances, the less there was to remember, making it easier to focus on more important things and details. Thus, his opinion of his new colleague was varied at best.
On some days, she surprised him with strength and fervor. On other days, her youthfulness presented itself, especially when chatting and gossiping with her work friends. Finding out they were neighbors was more of an irritation to him, since it presented the danger of her attempting to get to know him. He had half a mind to move when he realized she was persistent in attempting to get to know him, despite his frequent attempts to ignore her. There were times she tried to leave nice, neighborly things at his doorstep. He rarely, if ever, answered, and kept conversation polite but brief. It was merely the way he protected his many identities over time. If he had to sum it up, he thought she was nice, but a little meddlesome.
One day she came over feigning illness for some kind of game with her colleagues. Truth or dare? How childish. Xavier didn't have time for such trivial things. He let her leave with a small token of his, and sent her on her way.
He didn't understand her obsession with getting to know him. He could feel her eyes on her when he was in the office, and hear her asking questions about him. Occasionally she'd be texting him random articles when he still had no idea how she got his number. He passed her once while she was on another job while he was on his day off. Only out of the corner of his eye did he notice she was handing their coworker Tara a keychain. He had no idea how she noticed him quite literally all the way across the street with his hoodie over his head.
"Xavier!" She called out to him.
He almost wanted to pretend not to hear it.
"What is it?" He asked flatly.
"I made these for a few people at the office. Do you want one?" She was asking.
Tara nearly cut her off with excitement, holding hers up to show him.
"Look at it! It's so cute!! She's so talented. I had no idea she could make stuff like this!!"
He blinked at it - a little teddy bear keychain.
"No thanks." He noticed her disappointment and quickly tried to add, "Not really... my thing."
"Oh! Totally. But I can make other stuff!"
"I'm good." He replied quickly. "...Sorry."
And that was that.
Other than those brief instances, she never crossed his mind. His mind was occupied with his missions, with his goals, with her, the one from so long ago he was always thinking about. It was heart-wrenching thing realizing that he was beginning to forget her appearance, the scent of her hair, the rhythm of her laugh. The last time he'd seen her was centuries ago now. Late at night before sleep would befall him, he would see a flash of her in his mind, but it was never clearly visible. It terrified him. He wished he could draw so he could save some semblance of her appearance. Yet, all he had left of her was her lightseeker badge, and a little star.
After pulling an all-nighter in the no-hunt zone, the moment he began to turn back, another Wanderer attack came. His senses sharpened only briefly, launching himself skillfully at its weakest points, light evol creating a shower of light in his stead. Despite his skill, his body was not as responsive as he would hoped. The Wanderer swung large and struck his abdomen squarely and launching him several meters down. He gritted his teeth as his back connecting to the forest floor below them, wincing sharply at the pain and the wind being knocked out of him. In his moment of weakness, his lightsword had flung from his hand and landed a ways from him.
Before he could recover, the Wanderer launched back up, growling at him almost as if to sneer at Xavier's vulnerability. He began to brace himself for the effort of teleporting himself to his lightsword, which was normally a simple enough thing but now would require more excruciating effort through his brain fog and injury. Just when he was about to do so, a voice rang out through the night sky.
"Hey, ugly!"
A glint caught his –and the Wanderer's– attention as a woman stood off to the side.
Oh.. no. He thought, grimacing at the thought of anyone else not only holding his lightsword. The fact, too, that it was this specific colleague and caused a feeling of cold dread and irritation to course through him. There was no way this would end particularly well.
Then time froze.
She was swinging the lightsword up to the sky, resonating with it in a way that normally only he could as its rightful owner. Had she always had a resonate evol? He hadn't remembered if he paid attention to that when Jenna briefed him.
Maybe he was just tired. Maybe it was the moonlight and the setting in the forest that felt so starkly familiar. Maybe he had been yearning too long. In that moment, he thought he saw her.
She swung his sword like it was her own, with skill that had certainly taken him hundreds of years to master. Fearlessness and ferocity in her eyes that he hadn't seen in anyone else. She had a quality of dash.
He came to and stood, knowing there was no way she would defeat the large Wanderer on her own, but with her providing enough distraction, he could deal a final blow.
"Hand me my sword!" He called out to her.
"Here you go!" She lept over to him and handed it over, drawing her twin pistols afterwards.
For a split moment, the Wanderer examined them, he knew it was gearing up for a strike.
He looked at the sword in his hand and then to her, tired eyes giving way to clarity. One last push.
"Swords of the stars." He said quietly, almost a weakened whisper to himself as he rose it to strike a final blow, as if crying out to her to give him a bought of strength.
"We must always point in the same direction." She whispered back, replying in a literal sense as she pointed her guns at the Wanderer. The shock nearly stalled him but he was too focused on the task at hand.
Together the Wanderer came down in a flash of light.
As he reached out to collect the protocore, he examined it only a moment before turning back to her in disbelief.
"It's you."
She looked at him quizzically. "Duh, it's me. Xavier, I don't understand why you keep leaving me behind. We're partners! Maybe don't head into the no-hunt zone by yourse- Xavier!!"
The man was collapsing, finally giving way to the stress, shock, injury, and sleepless state his body had been in.
When he closed his eyes he could hear her voice, feel her arms around him and she dragged him to her hunter bike. The pieces of her personality and mannerisms began to come together.
When he awoke in a hospital bed, he at first panicked, having specifically avoided hospitals for particular reasons. Jeremiah would have his work cut out for him later. His next thought was,
She's...here?
There she was, staring out the window in the hospital chair beside him.
"Oh!" She exclaimed, noticing him staring. "You're awake. Good! I brought you some fruit. And this!"
She tossed him a small object and he caught it, a number of emotions coursing through him as he examined it.
"What's this?"
"I know you said you didn't want one, but I made one for literally everyone, even Jenna, so it felt kinda weird. I know you said bears weren't your thing, so I guess I tried to think about your light evol? A star's pretty close, right?"
He couldn't help but smile. "It's close... I guess."
She laughed, and it was the first time he paid attention to the rhythm.
She's here. She's right here.
#the lnds brainrot is real#madi writes#lnds xavier#lnds#l&ds#l&ds xavier#lnds prompt#love and deepspace#love and deepspace xavier#xavier x mc#what if#madi plays lnds
138 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
