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[andyouthoughtdirtwasold]

".. Ugh. The older Kresnik is at the window again."

Yuan's first thought was a resounding, 'Does it matter?'

But he supposed that to the sighted people in the house, it probably did.

"So? Take him some soup then. It's on the stove."

It was probably carrot and potato. The components were probably cooked. It was probably edible. There was really only one way to find out.

[ninthcompanion]

44. How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

[ Character Development Questions: Hard Mode - Accepting ]

Kratos finds it incredibly difficult to vocalise his feelings but when he does put something into words of that gravity, he means it. He finds it difficult to lie at the best of times, preferring to be vague to manipulate the interpretation of his words over outright lying. But he never lies about things as serious as this.

For Kratos, his love is mostly expressed through action or through wishes that a person take care or be safe.

He aims to protect his loved ones, not burden them. Unfortunately that sometimes means not being allowed to be too close.

[ninthcompanion]

“maybe normalcy is a thing we’re meant to protect, rather than enjoy.” (anise)

[ @pikohan | emotionally intense prompts | accepting ]

The statement is unexpected. Kratos had not even been looking at her. It had been one of those moments when he hadn't been looking at anybody, lost of thoughts of a similar nature.

Truthfully, he agrees. In fact, he recalls a similar conversation with Yuan, close to the beginning of all of this business, looking out at a world that was determined to tear itself apart. But he and Yuan were both former soldiers, born in wartime, born of it. They had not known peace. They hadn't sought it for themselves either.

And they'd been old, even when they weren't. Kratos, at the age of 28, had been old already, had worn the weight of thousands of lives lost through his actions. He had already chased his so-called dreams and seen where they would take him.

He'd already lived longer than many in his position, and even made peace with death.

There had been an agreement between them then, that they lived for the sake of preserving Aselia. That their lives, once property of their individual countries, were still not their own.

Sometimes, staring into the inky expanse of the void beyond Derris-Kharlan, Kratos has wondered whether that was why his family was taken from him. That brief moment of normality he had enjoyed, something forbidden to one who had failed in their original purpose. And in allowing himself to shirk that duty to enjoy it, he had damned them.

But Anise is so incredibly young. She is but a child herself. He feels she cannot have even lived long enough to decide what her dreams are, let alone seek to fulfill them.

That is the very reason that normalcy should be protected.

Turning his head to look at her, he does not nod. Truthfully, he agrees, but not for her.

"Can it not be both?"

[ninthcompanion]

"What were you thinking?!" (anise)

In hindsight, it may not have been the greatest of ideas to suddenly step off the edge of a walkway in front of her. Of course, he imagines that his having the ability to fly whilst living in a place like Welgaia, surrounded by people whose wings take the form of flesh, blood and feather, might not be such a shocking revelation. But he hasn't actually... exposed them yet.

Neither did he deign to use them before stepping into what may as well have been an abyss. Time was of the essence. He'd received the report that another intruder had been spotted. He had needed to get down there as soon as possible.

Falling was fast. He could draw upon his wings towards the end of his descent to make a controlled landing - and did. Not that it would have been visible from the top.

"I merely took the fastest route to the required location - a route I'd not recommend you take, mind, since you do not as far as I know possess wings. The report was false, unfortunately, a simple case of mistaken identity."

They happened often in Welgaia, now that the formerly lifeless beings were beginning to deviate from Cruxis' regularly scheduled programming.

[mutualproofs]

Inexplicably and entirely without warning, as if from nowhere a certain fon master guardian is thrown and collides directly with Julius' back at approximately 40 mph.

who will win, a 28-year-old agent capable of destroying entire worlds

or

one 13 year-old hurtling straight for him out of the blue

vote now on your phones.

Julius is immediately taken out by Anise, as he gets bowled into without any warning. Whoops.

[mutualproofs]

"... I don't look that old, do I?"

[fyeahsensoryseaturtle]

hi again! it's completely fine that you were busy, honestly, take your time. this is no rush! but uh yeah i added you on skype about two weeks ago but i'm not sure if you saw the contact request? or maybe you thought it was a bot or something i don't know- or maybe you've just been busy. whatever it is it's no problem at all, i just wasn't sure whether to ask about it again or not as you may not have seen it?

Always send an ask if you’re not sure! My skype’s been on the fritz and I’m not as comfortable with it on Windows 8, but thankfully windows 10 will be free and it will make more sense! As it is I don’t get updated conversation or request info from it. I reloaded it and saw your request just now, though!! So sorry that this has taken about 2 months to sort through hahaha

[dizzy-with-eternity]

OH MY GOD I JUST SAW YOUR POST IN THE FEMINISM TAG THAT'S FUCKING SICK

ahhh thank you!  That means a lot!!