#mithos02

[arachno-phile]

carry me out

@lightswake

You run your fingers through your still-wavy hair. You’d gotten used to the braids, but you realize that you’d missed the mess of fluff against your neck. Your other self’s mockery of your previous look rings in your mind. Which is more “you”? Does it matter?

There’s a lot on your mind as you think of what happened the last time you were here, before you forgot and returned to the dreambubbles. These feelings become further tangled when you see drones with a familiar symbol stamped on their foreheads. Honestly, you didn’t expect to run into the effects of your ex’s Alternian self deciding to tear the city apart. You don’t know why you’re surprised, but that’s how it goes. 

You’re not going to try to stop her, and you’re not going to join her. For once, you’re not going to get involved. 

But when you see a small blonde child too exhausted to move as a drone very nearly crushes him, you fly in and grab him out of harm’s way just in time. You don’t know what possessed you to do something like that (you’ve changed too much). He’s the boy who kept trying to be nice to you no matter how nasty you were back. Even then, you were still such an awful person. But before you can reconsider, his small frame is nestled in your arms as you fly to the top of a nearby building. You set him down and stare at the floor.

VRISKA: Uhhhhhhhh...

VRISKA: It’s Mithos, right?

[fateswake]

but even more so i'm afraid to face god and say i was a coward

@lightswake

He steps through the ever-changing streets of Sector oo1, wind tousling already-mussed hair with surprising vigor. Just like that day, a quiet snow falls; he disturbs the resulting sheet of white with every step. He feels the cold, in part because of weakened abilities, and in part because he has decided he cannot allow himself the luxury of forgetting when he was still human. 

A small, familiar figure casts a shadow beneath the corner street lamp. The older man’s first instinct is to turn away in hopes that Mithos did not catch a glimpse of him -- but what if he did and sees his mentor once again turning his back on him? Besides, Kratos’s striking silhouette ensures that he has difficulty passing unnoticed. So, he freezes, expression blank, as he awaits the boy’s approach.

“Hello, Mithos.

He does not turn to look at his former companion. Instead, he lifts his gaze to the sky.

“...The stars are bright tonight.”