#martel 03

[iniquitousideals]

( @greatseedling​ ) MARTEL ! ♡

✿           mithos is like a piece of her, making her feel complete with his mere presence. four thousand years of sin still was not enough to break the love she has for her little brother. for when mithos hurts, it breaks something in her in synchronicity. how could martel welcome his clinginess with anything but open arms? it made her feel loved, more so than any shred of worship would– this simple act of trust.perhaps she spoiled the boy… no, she knows she has, but her heart would ache to do anything but swallow him in well needed embrace. this wasn’t coddling, it was healing. or so she said to herself.“come here,” she curls over him, arms crossed behind his back as if to tell him to stay: it’s more than okay to stay. whispers of comfort come in a language they share, a language long lost, “I’M RIGHT HERE, my light. BE LIKE aska and luna DANCING HIGH IN THE SKY, AND shadow SHALL NOT SWALLOW YOU DOWN BELOW.” an old elven folk tale, passed down. a suggestion to keep one’s chin up.

and martel, too, was a great piece of him. always held close, always so admired, he could never, ever imagine a world without her. when he was forced to, he had refused to accept it, worked endlessly for her return, for the chance to be safe and sound in her arms again. these moments, these embraces, and any other moments with martel, was a moment of reprieve from the harshness of the world. for just that short moment, he forgot all his troubles. he only knew of her. and he was happy with that, fully content ... he wished this moment could last forever. martel was warm... and her arms around him was a reminder that she was really here. there were times in which he still couldn’t believe it. when he thought she would slip through his fingers once more. he didn’t want to let go. he still had so many nightmares of that day. he couldn’t save her. he couldn’t protect her. 

“yes, i know...” he says softly, “it’s just that i... i still sometimes think i’ll lose you...”  

he fights back any tears, and instead a smile of fondness graces his features. it was light and comfortable. an expression hardly ever seen on mithos for quite some time. it could have been different, but... she wasn’t there. and it was only much, much later that he met lloyd’s group. they had made him feel at home, but... he had already gone so far. and he didn’t want to let go of the chance to have his sister with him again. he was so, so close. but now, here they were. he could have everyone with him. he could finally be truly happy. 

“i... don’t want to lose you again. i want it to be like this forever... 

but that’s ... that’s impossible, right? so i want to spend as much time with you as i can. i don’t want to take what time we have for granted. that’s... alright with you, right? i’m not bothering you, am I? you want me around, right?”

martel may have reassured him a few times already, but... he couldn’t shake these feelings, like martel should be disappointed in him... that she should hate him for what he had done in her name. she had expressed her discomfort when she had taken the chosen’s body as her vessel for that brief moment ... and he wasn’t sure how she had felt before then. surely it was the same. surely she was hurt, watching him for so many years. unable to do a thing to stop him. unable to scold him or even take him into her arms and tell him it was okay. she always seemed to calm him, but she ... she couldn’t be there. he hoped she didn’t blame herself at all. it sounded like something she would do, and he didn’t want that. 

“you... you aren’t upset with me still? it’s okay to just live like this after everything i’ve done? crimes should be punished, right? and with all of the lives i’ve taken, i ...”

[otherworldly-healer]

@greatseedling​

Another turn in the narrow path between the mists brought the half-elf to yet another familiar dwelling from her memories. Thatched roofs atop wooden homes, and forest surrounding the settlement in every direction. The trickling sound of flowing water from nearby streams and rivers. A cold sweat itching at the back of her neck. The feeling of mana stronger in this illusion than it had ever been in Spirale. Or perhaps it was more accurate to say it was the memory of the essence of mana. This was Heimdall, the hidden village of the elves. 

In a way, this town had always made her feel like a prisoner. She had never truly felt accepted, and had to spend most of her childhood in hiding even in the place she called home. Across the foggy river she could see the men who initially banned her and her brother from stepping foot inside all those years later. Even if Raine still often lingered in her past, the irony was that finding the truth here was what allowed her to slowly start moving forward. So she could overlook their blunt distaste for her kind and find a moment to rest here on a wooden bench and stare up at the stars. The very same sky she knew as a child.

As much as the elves made their distaste clear, they were still a community that frowned upon use of violence, unlike some of the other apparitions she’d seen since she returned. Her feet ached. After a few minutes of resting her eyes, she heard the sound of footsteps rustling through blades of grass. She turned to see who had joined her.

“Martel. What a coincidence that we would both be brought here in the mists. But no, perhaps instead it must be by design?” Raine slowly patted the bench next to her to invite the other half-elf to join her. “No wonder why everything feels so much stronger. It was being amplified by another with ties to the same place.”

[iniquitousideals]

@greatseedling​

Martel was... everything to him. When he had thought that he once more would be without her, his heart broke -- completely -- he had lost what little desire of living he had left. Truly, he had been ready to face whatever would come his way, which he expected to be Lloyd’s group, and he very much expected to fall should they face off as was expected in his own reality. 

And then he was back. 

This constant tug back and forth was exhausting. He wasn’t sure what to think of it. If it was karma, perhaps he deserved it. He never really believed in such a thing, but maybe it really did exist. 

All he wanted now was to be with her. So he searched everywhere he could think of that she would be interested in. Until he finally crossed paths with her. 

“Martel...”

“I’m sorry for disappearing again. 

I know I must have worried you.

I thought ... I would lose you again forever.

Can I stay with you, just for a while? Please? ”