#lifesurvives

[ninthcompanion]

Send your muse's reaction to finding mine passed out on the floor

Martel used to see Kratos fall asleep in some silly positions, but the awkward head of former knight on the floor was had not ended up there by choice, she was sure.

Martel knelt by her unconscious friend and lightly shook his shoulder, but to no effect. She watched to see his chest rise and fall slowly and allowed herself a small sigh of relief.

Martel was quite happy for the strength granted to her by her cruxis crystal, as she easily picked up the angel, carrying him to bed. It was already made, as he didn’t often sleep, and she didn’t bother changing that. She set him on top of the neat blankets and found a chair to pull over. She didn’t know what had caused this, but she would wait to find out. She had waited four-thousand years to speak to her friend again, and she would not abandon him when he may need her help.

[its-jessica-stuff-blog]

[life-survives-blog]

Martels afflictions

"Wha-? W-wait, where…" Panic flared in Martel’s chest, the world around her dark even with her eyes wide open. She reached out. Took a step. Stumbled hopelessly. This was not good.

[auroramaster]

Catching her before she fell to the floor face first, he started to worry she sounded almost in shock.

'Martel are you okay? what happened?'

[muse-eutopia]

Life in Peril. (Closed Rp with life-survives)

Tick, Tick, Tick.

Seconds for Drake felt like hours, and hours felt like eternities. For him, this was more than a plain nightmare, it was an enigma of pure horror. He had somehow left his realm and ended up in a much different environment that he was accustomed to. The leaves were green, not a shining yellow, and he was not standing on clouds and light, he was standing on, ground. Drake clutched his swords tightly as he cautiously navigated the environment known as a "forest". Normally, this wouldn't be a reason to be armed, but Drake was taking precautions. Why? No only was he in a new realm, but it also appeared as though the dark abyssal monsters from his realm had escaped their eternal prison and followed him to wherever he was. Drake had already fought of four of the beasts, and his body took a beating as the ambush caught him off guard. He had cuts and bruises all over his body, and his paranoia of a future ambush was through the roof.

As Drake navigated his way around trees and small shrubbery, he never let his guard down once, not even for a nanosecond. With his blades at the ready, he was prepared for any future attacks, and though it seemed as peace had returned, something set Drake off.

SNAP!

A twig had snapped from behind him, this was it! He was prepared, he would use his training as one of the Four Guardians of the Eternal Light and dispatch these beasts in the name of the holy light! He spun around and went in for a piercing blow, but he halted his attack as he caught a glimpse of the true perpetrator, it was no beast, it was a girl. Despite not being a Dark monster, Drake kept his blade aimed at her, he wore a somewhat angry, yet defensive look. "Explain yourself, tell me who you are, should you refuse, I will dispatch you in the name of all that is good. Prove to me you are no foul cretin of the Dark forces!" Drake shouted as he tightened his grip further on his two blades. He was taking no chances with this person. Not one...  

[ninthcompanion]

Martel was still nervous about talking to Kratos in this body, because she knew he still saw the chosen he'd condemned to this. But she missed her friend, and so she reached up and knocked on the door.

Surprise flicked across his face at the sound, followed by irritation that his face had followed his thoughts in that way. He tried to hide it, tried to school his face back to its usual mask, but did not feel blank, felt apprehensive, and failed.

When he opened the door, the surprise showed again. The Chosen’s title formed on his lips, died. The lips formed a kind of sad smile again.

"Martel," he said, and his voice was the same as it always was, her name having been the only word he had always spoken to her with the true emotion he felt on hearing it: warmth, welcome, a bittersweet sadness tinged with his regrets and guilt and grief.

He looked away, could not allow himself to think these things, could not allow himself to express them. In spite it all he had missed her. And the true intensity of it, the truth, hit him only now. He had grieved but had been forced to hold it back, to press onwards for Mithos, for Yuan. He had tried to follow fate’s correct path when all he had truly wanted was to feel her hand on his shoulder, hear her voice from another room and know it not to be a phantom memory.

"I missed you."

He tried to ignore that he had said those words, took a startled breath, attempted to recover.

"Ah - I mean, come in. Please. Allow me to take your-"

She wasn’t wearing a coat. He stepped back into the doorway.

[adriftingidealist]

"Just kiss me!"

Send “Just kiss me!” for my character reaction.

She hadn't said that.

There was no way she could have have said that.

"Martel," He murmured softly in confusion as his brow furrowed, because he knew exactly who he was talking to, who he was looking at. The eyes always gave her away, even if the rest of her looked like Colette, the girl he'd grown up with. 

It wasn't Colette, however, and hadn't been for a long time, but instead a girl out of her time, a woman that had a fiance somewhere in the world and had traveled the lands with his father long before Lloyd's existence was even set into motion.

And who was Lloyd, exactly? The son of one of her dearest friends? The boy from the misplaced memories inside her mind, the one that always comforted her after her bad dreams?

"Are you saying that because you want me to kiss you?"

He almost had, but only once. She'd stopped it and the guilt had almost burned straight through him as he walked away from her that night..

"Or because a voice in your head wants it?"