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@starulus
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With one freshly discovered pokémon egg bundled in arms, a frantic Kris hurries about Ecruteak, thrusting it towards just about anyone who will bat an eyelash relative to her direction.
“Who misplaced this little guy? Who?”
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gamereaped·:
“ Don’t gotta tell me twice! Ya best not be liftin’ a finger til you’re better though or you’re gonna have to deal with me. “
“ Now that ya got your own place, what’cha gonna do with it? Rhyme talks about adding personal touches to make it like your space for when you need to chill. “
Once the boxes were set in the location Beat deemed to be their new spot for the time being, he brings his hands together and cracks his knuckles as if to solidify that his statement had been both a threat and a promise.
“ You a mind reader? I was just thinking ‘bout food, yo. “
Like clockwork, the moment that eating had been mentioned, his stomach responded with a loud growl that the whole complex could probably hear if they’d been listening hard enough and summons a fit of laughter from the blonde.
“Might need to come up with something else to threaten me with. Last time I checked, I was already dealing with you.”
Though he says this with just about as much fondness as his heart can muster, Neku’s snark still has its hayday.
“Not sure. This was all pretty sudden,” the man muses, idly glancing in the direction of each empty wall. “It’d be nice to have a corner reserved for art stuff, but I guess that’s gonna depend upon how much room is left over once the bed and couch find their way here from...” His phone is consulted for up to date tracking information, the contents of which have him squinting. “Huh. Guess they’re in Kansai now.”
Before he can ruminate too deeply upon why those very expensive furniture items are being shipped in the polar opposite direction of his geographic location, Beat’s stomach interjects, responding to the prospect of a meal in kind—and loudly, at that.
“How’s gyoza sound?”
zelotae·:
The air feels so heavy now. His question no doubt being a major contributor. After all, such questions should never be taken lightly and despite his bitterness and hatred towards a world that has long since abandoned him sitting in the pit of his stomach, he found himself practically hanging onto every single sound she makes. Even going so far as to listen to her breath above all other noise, a feat capable by not only her, but him as well. A secret that If things went his way and lined up perfectly, he’d take to his grave.
And when she finally does speak, he gave her his complete and undivided attention even if he appeared despondent. At first he merely stared at her, a single brow raising slowly to prompt her to continue. Yet despite his his blank expression, inside he was trembling. What will she say? It’s so strange, how much value he placed in her opinion. A fear gripped his chest, a fear that she would say something he couldn’t bear to hear and seal his fate. If Colette couldn’t give him a reason- What hope is there for him?
What she said instead, almost makes the dam shatter completely.
Maybe her observation was not meant to be so pointed but it still feels like a blade slipping in between his ribs. A lump formed in his throat and he blinked away a tear or two forming in his eye, looking down to the ground. Frightening doesn’t begin to describe it. It’s utterly terrifying and lonely and oh so very dark. But that was then. This is now. The drowning misery has been replaced with acceptance and apathy.
If there’s a hand reaching down to pull him up, would he even see it?
“Sad…” It takes a moment for him to steady his voice. “Sometimes I wonder if the worlds failed us, or we failed them.” With a breath, he looked back up with a terribly forced grin. “Ha, sorry for the loaded questions! That wasn’t like me at all, huh? All this adventuring must really be tiring me out! It’s late anyway, fire’s almost out too. Guess we should hit the sack! Another long day of fixing things tomorrow, yeah?”
But he, himself, had yet to make any indication to leave.
The weightiness isn’t a sensation Colette shares. It feels more to her as if a pocket of air around them is stuck still, motionless in anticipation of even the slightest creak along the staircases inside their hearts. What will it glean, she wonders, from each fault in the aged mahogany? Would it want for an explanation as to why the steps themselves are fashioned from coffins?
Try as Zelos might to mask his pain, it couldn’t be more transparent to a body that walks in the same worried pair of shoes. Far be it from one chosen to call another out on their diversions—or cast judgment upon the nagging need to cast them, for that matter—but there is something Colette could do instead. As a matter of fact, she may very well be the only one alive who can.
Their paths were meant to be walked alone by design. A design that, with the use of the rheiards, has been altered irrevocably.
Regardless of what fate has in store for them in the end, why shouldn’t they make the most of that in the now?
“You’re right. The Professor will be upset if we doze off during one of her lectures.” A melancholy smile can be seen forming in the dying light. “Even so... would you stay up with me? Just a little longer?”
Without awaiting her companion’s response, Colette puts the sort of vulnerability typically only reserved for Lloyd on ready display, scooting close enough to delicately rest her head against his shoulder.
“I want to pray,” the girl divulges in a murmur, hands clasping with perfect practice. “Pray that you’ll have some good dreams tonight.”
@starulus ➜ smashed that like button for a starter.
“ Easy lemon squeezes, yo! “
He could swear he had heard the saying from Rhyme before. Or at least something similar enough! All the same, he’s making a mad dash to where he was needed and already seemed to be lifting the heavy boxes, one in each arm, using his shoulders for support.
“ Where ya need these at Phones? “
“Anywhere’s fine. Those boxes have a pretty haphazard constitution, so it’s anyone’s guess what’ll end up in which room.”
Before the thought of unpacking can begin to overwhelm him, Neku refocuses on the here and now. Per his doctor’s word, he’s fully mended from the surgery, but should still be avoiding any tremendous physical activity for the next month or so—a recommendation easier nodded along to than strictly followed when you’re slated to move into your very first apartment the very same weekend it’s given.
Thankfully, he’s lucky enough to have a friend with no shortage of strength or energy and sprung into action hefting what the smaller man ought not.
“Thanks, Beat. Seriously. You’re not planning on running out before I treat you to lunch, right?”
@armatization said: ❝ “promise me you won’t go looking for work in unsavory places.” ;; Makoto @ Akira c:” ❞ ★⚟ addressing the elephant in the room sentence starters.
“Well... if that’s your expectation, then who am I to disappoint?”
Akira ceases spinning a pen on the bar table and commits fully to his play, smirking coyly for good measure. Then, in what little time it takes for the news anchor on TV to complete their scripted thought, his body language shifts back to something far more neutral, chin coming to rest in a waiting palm.
“No need to worry, senpai. My part time gigs couldn’t be more tame in comparison to what we do full time.”
onehope·:
just as he is ready to go on an exuberant march, he stops and turns to stare at colette with wide eyes. “ oh, damn. you’re absolutely right, colette. ” the swordsman exclaims suddenly, and he prays zelos never finds out that lloyd almost would have forgotten to visit him. the nagging wouldn’t stop for years. with the same hold on her hand that has never faltered, he begins to walk once more, this time waiting for her to move alongside him. “ don’t tell him that i nearly left without saying hello. ” his speech suddenly becomes quiet, as if he is divulging a great secret.
Colette is certain she’s seen Lloyd make that exact same in spotlights expression before. Perhaps it was during one of the occasions he thought it a bright idea to try sneaking out of class? It coaxes yet another giggle from her regardless. “Your secret’s safe with me,” the blonde assures, falling into a leisurely step at her most steadfast companion’s side. “And I know you’d never really forget about Zelos, Lloyd. Or any of your friends. You just have a bit of a one track mind—but that isn’t a bad thing. It means you give your heart to the moment.”
gravitasfatum·:
Xigbar found himself stumped for how to react to Kairi’s gratitude, he had grown so accustomed to his thankless role that having someone appreciate even the smallest kindness was utterly baffling. Even more baffling was when Kairi said his name was ‘beautiful’, just what was he supposed to say to that?
“It’s just a name.” He blurted, turning his attention back to the fairytale books he had gathered to study, “Although, if you’re that eager to return the favor, I suppose there is something you can do.”
He flipped the page in the book and found the exact tale he was looking for.
“I doubt you remember, but Renata used to tell this story all the time,” Xigbar said, holding the book up for Kairi to see, “It’s the story of Light and Darkness. This version is just a fairy tale, but there’s evidence to suggest it was based on a real event…”
Said evidence being Xigbar’s own memory, although after so long he had forgotten some details. “I’ve been researching this event, myths, fairy tales, even collected a few records that may be eye witness accounts. It never hurts to have another set of eyes helping out, if you don’t mind.”
That was assuming that Kairi had access to resources that Xigbar did not, although as a new wielder, it would be beneficial for her to learn the history of the Keyblade by any means she could.
Even with his features predominantly concealed, it’s plain for Kairi to see that the words she imparted have given Luxu pause. As for exactly why that is, her genuine guess would be as good as anyone else’s. It won’t be passing the threshold between mind and matter. Her agenda isn’t to pry. Not here or now.
She will tease, however. Such is the princess’s nature.
“You didn’t strike me as the bashful type.”
A silly little smirk endures for mere moments, as the prospect of returning an impossibly meaningful favor so very soon stakes claim to priority. Then, upon the mention of a tale whose contents may as well be engraved onto her soul itself, there comes a flood of memories, not nearly as repressed as she’s long since made a disgusting habit of letting on.
“I...” Beneath their table, thumb pads worry at the edges of a skirt. Above it, a girl’s somber gaze lowers. “It’s hazy.” The untruth is alive and well. Perhaps it will only die when Kairi utters her last. “But that’s okay. I’ll be a better fresh set of eyes this way.”
Perking up takes more than a bit of effort, but she’s nothing if not willing to expend it.
“Do you want me to start anywhere in particular? I’d be happy to compare the texts side by side and take stock of everything they have in common. Those things would stand the best chance of being fact as opposed to fiction, I think.”
synctuary·:
It’s always such a delight – seeing that thinly veiled irritation shoot its daggers from tired eyes and a very exhausted Neku. Joshua does little to hide the way he grins to himself – even less when he chuckles quietly to himself. “ A very astute observation, dear partner, “ comes the easy sigh of his voice – a finger twirling into a loose strand of hair, “ but I don’t think you considered the very important fact thaaat… I kind of don’t care. “ A chuckle now, as fingers card through the hair in the end – Joshua’s hand settling on his hip.
Eyes trail in a slow crawl down to the open text book – lidding with idle interest as they take in the cup of coffee once more. Context whittles down the narratives, and Joshua’s eyes shine when they find Neku’s once more – ever-so elusive in intention.
“ In any case, seeing as you’re not busy at all, I’ve a proposition to make – if you’re willing to hear it, “ a refusal in elaboration – the curl of Joshua’s grin something expectant.
“Trust me. I did consider that. First thing. Just figured I’d cut to the chase and waste my breath already.”
The man’s own sigh comes easy, just like beats of well worn sarcasm. Ordinarily, this would be the best time to offer his company a seat. Shibuya’s Composer—a special case in just as many regards that are fond as there are belligerent—will receive no such courtesy. After all, he never affords Neku the courtesy of some quick text to indicate his presence within the neighborhood.
A tired thumbpad is licked. Forty-two densely formatted pages are turned. Unintelligible notes shuffle. Not once does Neku grant Joshua the satisfaction of overtly publicizing any stoked curiosity. The way his navy blues have shifted two hues brighter must be doing enough of that unbidden.
“Shoot,” he eventually replies, double entendre embraced for better or worse. “Captive audience here.”
@starulus
A flash of gold catches his eye, drawing attention up from a wrinkled sheet of wrapping paper covered in ink and cake crumbs. The paper is carefully tucked away beneath napkins and pastry that are sat beside him, even as his hasty stand betrayed how welcome a distraction having company was.
“Hello there, angel.” He gives a wink and a smile, one arm behind his back as he gives a wave, putting on his best non-threatening airs. “Out for a walk as well? How ‘bout a walk with me?”
Very rarely does Colette find herself without Raine or Kratos alternating shifts three paces ahead and behind. She’d venture that, even in this bizarre instance of relative companionlessness, the mercenary isn’t too far off. Otherwise, that hefty sum of gald her father set on the dining tabletop just prior to their departure may begin to weigh on his credibility, if not his conscience.
Despite its security through negotiated payment, Kratos’ presence will never cease to offer deeply appreciated peace of mind. By no standards is the Chosen ungrateful to have such a capable guard—but it would be a lie to say she doesn’t harbor gratitude for this breathing room. Being escorted around as if you’re an intricately sculpted piece of porcelain tends to grate away at one’s sense of self.
Not that said intricately sculpted piece of porcelain ever fostered much of one in the first place. It would be difficult to have done so, knowing she’d shatter no matter how carefully her transport may be tugged along.
Those dehumanizing thoughts and the many forcibly numbed emotions that threaten to fester in their wake recede by a gentle tune. Someone’s voice, more specifically. Welcome, but entirely unfamiliar.
“Oh! Me?” Though the way Colette bubbles up is at least partially an act, her obliviousness to that direct flirtation is not. “Sure! That sounds like fun. I’m Colette, by the way. And you are—?”
@onehope·:
╱ ♡ he is not expecting it. he really does not. colette interlaces their fingers, and the feeling of her delicate hand in his own is so natural that lloyd can no longer resist the heat rising to the points of his ears. he is briefly rendered speechless by this innocent gesture, but quickly regains his composure and allows a grin to emerge on his lips in response to colette’s delight. “ guess we got a plan, then! all we have to do is get the flower safely back home. that’s our new life mission. ” lloyd uses their connected hands to swivel them to his side and tug her along, their new destination now established and his heartbeat still not a beat calmer.
Even struck by a smile with a glow that rivals the rising sun’s, Colette maintains composure.
“But Lloyd—” It isn’t that she opposes to his proposition. Given the chance, the angel would follow Lloyd most anywhere and intends to spend a better portion of her prolonged life doing just so. Fondness for another is all that raps at the back door of her mind, stalling both feet and soul. “Shouldn’t we say hello to Zelos while we’re here? I feel like he might be sad if he learned we came all the way to Meltokio and didn’t think of him.”
★; what is your true role in the story?
the supporter
oh gentle comrade, you know what it takes to make others shine. you live your life assisting others to reach their goals, but many say you are lackluster and unnecessary. but alas, do we need the stars any less for their dim light helps the moon glow brighter! you are warm inside and out, perhaps made of sunshine one might ask? but I can see you are as weary and worn as the hero you so desperately cling to.
your purpose is to serve? Is it not? it's those moments of undying loyalty that make your bones ring true with honor. "I am right beside you," you whisper, for unlike the ones who lie through their teeth you will be with your ally through joy, through heart ache, through death. it is a difficult thing to gain your trust back if one has shattered it though, you are forgiving yes? you give many chances, but alas, one can only look away from a wrong doing so long. you can't exactly turn your other cheek as once wrings a blade through your middle. you are made of a steadfast heartbeat and a tired, knowing smile. you bring solace to the aching, and comfort to the wronged.
but what happens when your protagonist loses? what happens when your valiant heroes fail you? will you pick up a sword and vanquish their enemy or will you wait patiently for yet another savior to appear and save the day? one must live long enough to see their heroes die. but are you brave enough to take their place? the only strings that bind you to your oaths of subservience are your own doubts. "am I good enough?" they whisper in your ears. you answer that yourself love. for the only difference between the paladin and the stable boy are mettle. it is not the question of can you be a hero. it is simply, will you be?
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