"What"? Really guys? You do realize that I'm nowhere near pretty enough to be a Maia, right? I'm only the other half, not that pretty. *amused*
“One, not all Maia are pretty. Two, I’d say you are regardless.”
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"What"? Really guys? You do realize that I'm nowhere near pretty enough to be a Maia, right? I'm only the other half, not that pretty. *amused*
“One, not all Maia are pretty. Two, I’d say you are regardless.”
"You're a foolish creature...but, a beautiful one. I think I'll keep you for awhile." (Sora. Sorta.)
This had been a bad idea. This had, perhaps, even been a spectacularly bad idea. He should have known better than to disturb faerie-flowers.
But he needed these flowers if he was to save the child gasping for air in his clinic. So he straightened and raised his chin. “You cannot have me, fae. Not until I have made the potion I need from these. ...After, you may come for me. But not until then.”
“I could never find the right way to tell you; Have you noticed I've been gone? Cause I left behind the home that you made me, But I will carry it along.
And it's a long way forward, so trust in me; I'll give them shelter, like you've done for me. And I know, I'm not alone, you'll be watching over us-- Until you're gone.
When I'm older, I'll be silent beside you, I know words won't be enough. And they won't need to know the names or our faces, But they will carry on for us.
And it's a long way forward, so trust in me; I'll give them shelter like you've done for me. And I know, I'm not alone, you'll be watching over us-- Until you're gone.
Oh, it's a long way forward, trust in me; I'll give them shelter like you've done for me, And I know, I'm not alone, you'll be watching over us-- Until...”
(Sora) "D'you want to build a snowman?"
“...That sounds like fun, though we’ll need to get a full-sized carrot.”
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It had been a long time since Yen actually felt excited, yet apprehensive about a spar. But a fight with someone whose reputation was vast and wide? Well, that was to be expected. The Terran General had been careful to make sure all the conditions had been met.
Yen himself had never met this Sora face to face. Fact was, he only knew of him through his talks with Vanitas and Ienzo and of course hearing about that incident from Ienzo...
The spar would take place on the outside sparring ring. And like any of his other spars, it drew an audience. They were being kept far away as Sora had instructed.
The ring he had chosen was sparse. Really just a very large field with borders marked with poles and rope. Yen wanted this to be a pure skill of blade work with no frills.
As for Yen himself, he had chosen modest attire instead of his combat armor: just a semi loose sleeveless shirt over black sweats. He did choose to wear combat boots though, footwork was important and he wasn’t about to allow himself a chance to loose footing in a fight that no doubt was going to be intense.
Yen’s brown eyes sought out his aide who nodded. The invitation and coordinates had been sent to his sparring opponent. Now all he had to was wait.
(clothing) (Sora) Comfortable pajamas because not goin' anywhere.
“I like this idea.” He gently kissed his boyfriend, then went to change.
Was Sora trying to exhaust himself back into a dreamless sleep? That was the only likely explanation that Yen could come up with. Honestly, the amount of magic that Sora was throwing around awakened that fledgling sense of fear in him.
But it soon passed. After all, it wasn’t aimed at him. That familiar numbness was starting to come back to him and Yen still wasn’t quite sure if he welcomed it or was disgusted by it.
Regardless, he silently watched Sora for a few more moments before he would finally speak. “Do you wish to talk about it?” Ironic for him to ask such a thing considering how little he shared with the others. But he somehow felt compelled this time around.