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A few of the darkling quest and kei sketches as promised! I do plan to do more so if I haven’t gotten to your request yet, it’ll be coming soon!
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WANDERING UNDER THE WEATHER FROM GULA TOO BC WHY NOT
you’re going to give him a heartattack | Accepting.
“Wh–M-Master Gula!” It took only a second of Quest looking at Gula to see that something is wrong. Having spent so long around sickly people, the signs were obvious. He leaves the members of his party in the dust, rushing over to the master that the rest of them hadn’t noticed was there (Amias makes a remark of how of course Quest noticed Gula before the rest of them, but he’s ignored but all members present).
Quest steps infront of Gula, and when the older attempts to brush him off and walk the other way, Quest catches his wrist. “Hold still.” He could tell the other’s hands were sweaty, and now that he was close enough he could see slightly flushed cheeks under the hood and mask. Regardless, just to make sure, he puts the back of his hand against the other’s face. In any other context, perhaps he would be embarrassed. But anyone who knew Quest would know that he was paranoid about anyone becoming sick.
“You’re burning up.” He said as he pulled his hand away. “Penelope!” He calls, and a young girl quickly steps up. “Can you go get some cold water? True, do you still have that medicine I gave you awhile ago?” The girl does a lazy salute before trotting off down the path, and a boy with glasses started rummaging through his bag.
“I suggest he sits down, dear.” Amias called from the back of the group.
“Ah, uh, right.” His own face flushing for a moment before he spoke. “Miles.” The boy in Olympian armor perked up. “Make sure no one comes this way?” the taller boy nods and walks off down the path aswell. Then he gently pulled Gula over to a nearby bench and makes him sit down. “You shouldn’t be walking around like this, Gula.” He said softly. “You need to be resting, who knows what would have happened if I didn’t notice you..–” He’s rambling now, and he bites his lip to try and stop himself. No one could get sick, no one. Not again-
“Come back alive.” this one ? ... KEI
Soft Angst | Accepting!
“Who do you think you’re talking to?” The statement leaves her lips before she can stop it.
Before, in the age of fairytales, there would have been a rant that accompanied the statement. ‘I’m a wielder of Ursus! My might can’t be matched’, ‘I’m the strongest party member anyone could have! Count on me!’ etc, etc. Looking back on it, she felt so embarrassed. But she was so, so proud. So proud and strong.
What was she now? Weak.
It hadn’t been long since she had gotten this replica body, this would be her first time deliberately going to fight heartless - which is probably why the warning came.
She was a smith now, not a wielder for any union. She didn’t have to go after these heartless. She didn’t have to collect lux. But...but something pulled her to the door when it was mentioned going to clear out heartless to make it easier for the townspeople. Something pulled her towards the fight, the thrill. She told herself it was the least she could do for the new neighbors they now had.
But it was it really for them? Or for her? Did she want a moment to feel strong again? Even when her knees nearly buckled under her as she opened the door to leave.
Even with that though, she smiled as the light from the streetlamps of traverse town shined down on her like dawn had once shined down on her in daybreak town.
It was obvious she wanted to say something else, but there’s a lump in her throat. So the smile persists, she pretends she’s not weak. She pretends as if the last a thousand years didn’t happen.
“Watch after Atlas for me!” She said instead with a wave. It was the biggest honor she could give someone, letting them watch after someone she cared so much about. Gula had earned that much, if nothing else.
She rushes out into the dark night of Traverse Town, the door closing and blocking her from sight.
“There’s nothing I’d deny you, if you would not deny me.” && then quest. again. lul
Soft Angst | Accepting!
Quest feels as if the wind had been knocked out of him.
Hushed voices and secret meetings had been their normal. Ever since Quest had gotten the strength back in him to move freely on his own, ever since he had became a party leader and actively working in the union. Gula still found time for him, somehow - for some reason - checking in on him, sparring with him, buying him gifts when he really didn’t need to –
Now here they were once again in one of those short meetings that had dragged on far too long simply because they didn’t want to leave each other’s company. Standing almost too close, hands brushing together numerous times. Quest knew the other was busy, and had tried to excuse himself. But the dance they were doing around eachother, around their feelings, seems to have finally come to an end.
Now Gula gripped his wrist as if the world would fall about if he let go. Now Quest has just a hint of what lied underneath the mask. That would have been enough to make him speechless if the words hadn’t come along and felt like a punch to his gut.
He had hoped it wouldn’t come up - if only because Gula knew how he couldn’t lie. He couldn’t pretend to not have these feelings, just continue not acknowledge them as long as no one had asked. But here Gula is, asking without actually speaking a question. Maybe because Gula already knew, he always was too smart for his own good.
Meanwhile Quest is....so inferior. Sure, a party leader status is fine but--
“M--no, Gula.” There was a time and place for formality, and while Quest was the first to enforce them if needed, now was not one of those times. “I--” Now that it was his turn to speak, he finds that his lips were dry, as was his throat. There’s a split second of fear as he thought sickness had crawled into him while he wasn’t being careful but no...no emotions just made your body react in strange ways.
Love made one act strangely.
Quest’s free hand goes to place itself ontop of Gula’s, his sunset hues looking down at them for a moment before up at Gula. “You-- we can’t Gula.” His voice shakes as he speaks, as does his hand. Oh how he wished it wasn’t so true. How he wished he could lie and let them live blissfully ignorant. Or how he wished he had the rebellious attitude of some in his party to just break the rules. But that would all require strength that he doesn’t have, which just proved his thought:
Gula deserved better.
By status alone they were already worlds apart. But he can’t help but hear another foreteller’s words in the back of his mind. Ava’s. Speaking on how he would be a dandelion - hope for the new worlds. Hope to live on.
But could he really live on without his friends? His party? Gula?
“Au revoir, Gula.” With the words mumbled under his breath,he pulls Gula’s hand off of his wrist and retreats before he has time to think - before he gives into all the sweet nothings Gula is promising. Tears were surely seen by his foreteller, Quest knew that. But he ran anyways, he ran as if Gula hadn’t seen them. He ran as if it didn’t matter.
But it mattered.
Gula mattered.
Yet another reason why he ran.
“Do you remember?” actually this one is @ atlas. surprise !
Soft Angst | Accepting!
Do you remember?
Was Gula mocking him?
Atlas’ hand shook, he bites his lip. This isn’t how he imagined feeling if he ever saw one of the foretellers again. Then again, he hadn’t thought about this scenario all that much. They were supposed to be dead. Along with all the other wielders- Along with–with–
“Lord Gula.” The name is said finally, but low and hoarse. Low and almost threatening.
He can hear Wynter in the back of his mind telling him to calm himself. Telling him that he had to remain calm and peaceful at all times. Keep his heart and mind open. Surely there was a reason Gula was here, aside to ask such questions. There’s a tug on his heart, telling him that’s the case, but he’s just so…emotional. Atlas knew his empathy could get the better of him at times but this felt…different.
Maybe it was the a thousand years he was left to drift, maybe it was the crushing feeling of waking up alone. Maybe it was the fact that all the names were sitting just next to him in a book - all the names of wielders in the past. A handful come to mind that were apart of the foreteller’s union.
But one especially—
“What don’t I remember, would be the more accurate question.”
“It was almost like a dream. ‘Oh. I’m not waking up. Why aren’t I waking up?’ I thought. That feeling never ended. It still hasn’t ended.” do i really need to say who this is for --
Soft Angst | Accepting!
Quest hesitates. It was rare for Gula to be so…open with him. Willingly, at least. Sometimes he caught Gula off guard, just as the foreteller’s figurative mask was crumbling, and so he was there for the aftermath. But it’s rare for him to take if off himself, to open up willingly.
It’s especially surprising considering Kei could hear him aswell. But she’s ‘gone to sleep’ as she liked to say when she decided to completely ignore the two of them. She’s still there, in the back of his mind, in the back of his heart, and he knew that. Yet he was speaking to Quest as free as ever.
There was so much Quest wanted to say - and had this been back in Daybreak town, back all those years ago, he might not have a filter and would have let lal of it spill out of his mouth no problem. But things were different now. He didn’t even have lips to speak these words with, he didn’t have a hand to hold onto Gula’s with, arms to wrap around the foreteller to comfort him.
There were times Quest wished that this was all a dream - maybe then he could wish himself back into existence so he can truly stand by Gula’s side again.
But that would be a lie - and he hated lying. Of all the things that had changed, that did not. Gula must have known that. Must have known that his comfort was only just reiterating the crushing reality. A soft sigh is heard from the back of the foreteller’s heart. Cruel as ever, making him say stuff like this aloud. But if he didn’t - who will? Certainly not Kei, that’s for sure.
“It probably won’t end for awhile. But we both know it’s not a dream.” Quest spoke softly, his words carried from Gula’s heart and echoing in the other’s head. They were both wishing for this to be a dream, weren’t they? A dream - a nightmare - something not real. But it was. It was so very real. “But I’ll be here. I’ll always be here.” Without even consciously thinking about it, Heaven’s Hero materialized into Gula’s hand. It was the only form of physical comfort he could offer the other.
“Dream or not.”
“I appreciate you checking in on me, Master Gula. I’m sure you’re very busy.”
How Gula always managed to find time for to check in on him was beyond Quest. But ever since his horrifically embarrassing entrance into the union, Gula did make the time and he supposed that’s what mattered. It made his heart swell, really. He doesn’t remember the last time people cared so much about him, Gula and his party included. It had to have been before his parents had died - speaking of---
“I was just, uh, on my way back to my home world. Just for a bit! I do plan to collect lux while I’m there and--” He rambled and pulled the flowers he was carrying closer to his chest. He had gotten them as a gift from....someone. There was no card with them, and Kei refused to tell him who could have possibly gotten them from her family’s shop. He was happy for them, and kept a good number of them in his room. But there were a few he removed, and was currently holding. He knew where he wanted to take them, even if he was sort of procrastinating the journey in general.
Realizing he might be crushing the flowers, he stops in his ramble to loosen his grip. Taking a deep breath, he continues and hopefully sounds a little more calm. “After that I was planning to see my parents.”
@eluxidated starter featuring guest muse Quest!
@leopardfated asked: 💟 - Any memories about Quest with Gula? o:
Memories | selectively accepting! 💟- Wildcard!!!
“...Is it alright if I join the union?”
Gula stared, jaw slack as he looked upon the newest wielder to enter Daybreak Town and approach him. He was...a mess, for lack of any better term. Quest knew it too, oh how he knew it. He wrapped his arms around himself, but that only seemed to emphasize the fact that his clothes were too big and hanging off of him, showing fresh bruises and old scars. Dirt and grime clung to different parts of his face, body, clothes, and Quest hated that he was presenting himself like this to someone apparently important.
He reached up to run a hand through his uneven hair, he could feel that weird thing-- chirithy? - shift next to him.
“Did you fight your way through heartless to get here?” The masked man asked, and Quest nodded. “By yourself?” Another nod.
Gula is stunned. This boy looked as if he was going to fall out any second, how had he managed to even lift a keyblade?
“...I can leave, if you don’t want me to join.” Quest mumbled, already resigning himself to leaving and turned to do just that. He winced as the pain in his ribs caused him to stumble. He’s surprised that instead of falling face forward, he’s now leaning against someone. He blinked, looking over to see Gula now pulling one of Quest’s arms around his shoulders. He was just barely taller than the other, so it wasn’t entirely uncomfortable.
“The only place you’re going is to a bed.” The foreteller tsked. “And maybe a bathtub.” was mumbled right after.
“So...I can stay?”
“Of course.” Gula said, taking the first few steps and Quest carefully following along. The foreteller kept his pace slow to make sure that Quest didn’t overwork himself. “What’s your name?”
“...Quest Belrose.”
“Well. Quest. Welcome to Leopardus. I’m sure your Chirithy already told you, but my name is Gula and I’ll be your foreteller.”
“Right...I still don’t really get what’s going on but....” Quest managed the biggest smile he had managed in awhile. For some reason, Gula found himself smiling too. It was contagious. “Thank you, sir.”
“I can explain everything again, the chirithy’s do kind of brush over the details, don’t they?” He could hear Quest’s protest, which caused both of them to laugh. Sadly, Quest’s laugh evolved into a coughing fit. So much of one infact that they stopped walking until it calmed down. “Are you sick?” A stupid question, considering the other’s condition - but just the word ‘sick’ seemed to make Quest freeze as if a spell had been cast on him. “Quest?”
“S-Sorry, uh- I don’t think so? I’m just....” He looked down at himself, a hand over his chest as he breathed heavily.
Gula frowned. What had this kid been through? “C’mon. The sooner we get you cleaned up and resting, the better. There’s always time for explanations later.” He said, putting the other at ease. There was no need to dive deep into what was clearly a very, very long story. He was patient, he could wait. First thing first, he had to take care of his new union member.
