#spiritedidealist

[guardianofmana]

[meltokioknight-blog]

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Shit! He’s been discovered. Abort! Abort!

[ninthcompanion]

Your son procrastinated again...but he tried real hard so cut him some slack

@spiritedidealist:

Lloyd had wracked his brain for ideas on what he should make for Kratos. Initially he went the practical route. Forging some form of battle accessory he couldn’t quite visualize properly in his head, he tried to put his craftsmen skills to work. And failed. As expected. Deep down he knew his father had no use for his amateurishly designed battle gear when he could rely on Cruxis technology, but then what else could he make him? Certainly nothing edible because it wouldn’t be.

Collapsing on his bed about to resign for the night, he felt the thunk of metal against his skin and regretted his actions. He pulled out the locket his father entrusted to him during that time in Flanoir. After checking his chest for a bruise where the locket collided, he opened it up to find the familiar picture of his family that he examined whenever he felt a little lonely. Then it hit him. Was this the only picture Kratos had of them all together? Then…!

He jumped out of bed, gently placing the locket on his workstation desk, and examining his inventory for the best wood he had to work with. He had more experience working with wood than he did with metal. He had no doubt that he could pull off a replica of the locket in the short amount of time he had. He wood work all night long if he had to, but even then, it was hard to carve out the details when much of it was missing from the original picture. He just had to make do with what he had to work with.

A day late, but he was finally satisfied with the finished product. After finally locating Kratos, Lloyd delivered the gift personally. He handed over his creation, which was enclosed in a simple wooden box. “I know I never really thanked you for the locket you gave me before, but thanks…Dad.”

For once, confusion was plain to see in Kratos’ eyes as he looked between the box and the boy who had placed it in his grip. As understanding dawned in the wake of Lloyd’s words, it was replaced a soft look, a genuine smile, if tinted a little with the same old sadness.

Dad. That word was as much a gift as the box in his hands. A well crafted box, no doubt made by Lloyd himself. Surely none of it was anything he deserved but then Lloyd had the same kindness that had so drawn him to his mother, the same belief, the same determination. Whatever feelings of inadequacy or guilt he had were washed over by the fact that he was proud of the man Anna’s little boy had become.

Fingers working to open the box, Kratos’ eyes flicked once to the sky as though his wife was somehow there, looking down, warmth seeming to settle over the two of them as though to prove it. It was nothing but fancy. But it was nice.

It took him a moment to recognise the gift. He saw a wooden carving, made by his son, and that was gift enough to make something in his chest constrict, bring that old grief and this new smile to his eyes in equal measures. It was not until he lifted it from the box that he truly saw that the carving was.

When he did, his heart skipped a beat, breath catching in his throat. His family, the picture from the locket brought into three dimensions by Lloyd, like the pictures of stick men he used to make of the three of them only so much more. Countless drawings passed before Kratos’ eyes. Memories. 

His own hand curled around Lloyd’s tiny fist, guiding him to form the letters of their names above his masterpiece because the little boy had been so insistent that he had to write them himself. Three ‘mud men’ and a mud dog with stick arms and grass hair, presented by his very own mud monster. Wide grins, ruffled hair, a warmth settled against his shoulder. Anna’s soft voice, her gentle laughter. Red shoes. They always had red shoes.

He took in a sharp breath, opening his mouth to speak only to find that he did not know what to say.

“Lloyd,” he managed, and it sounded strangely choked. His eyes were misted, Lloyd’s face blurred to him the way it had been the first time he had held the little boy in his arms and been able to do nothing but stare.

He’d cried that day. And Lloyd had cried. Then they had had all been crying except Anna was laughing too.

“I-” There it was again, that funny way his voice seemed to get stuck in the back of his throat. He swallowed, taking an unsteady breath.

“Thank you.”

[ninthcompanion]

“Do you think about how to kill everyone you meet?”

Kratos was taken aback by the question. His eyes widened almost imperceptibly before he turned to regard Lloyd for a long moment.

“No,” he said. “I have no need to.”

He hadn’t for a while. His body knew. Perhaps it knew better than he did. Battle was not effortless, not thoughtless, but reflex played the key role. He was unsure that was a lesson he wanted Lloyd to learn.

“Do you not think it is better to think how you yourself might survive?”

[lightning-of-kharlan]

//A little birdie may or may not have informed that today is your birthday...but that's besides the point! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TEI! I hope it's a wonderful one overflowing with lots of laughter and good times!

A little birdie named Jishin? XD

Thank you thank you! Mom and I took the day and went to a fabric warehouse. Oh man. You’d think that if I couldn’t find it there it didn’t exist--it was the size of a Costco and stuffed to the gills. I did not find what I needed (found all kinds of other things that were great, the selection of velvets was to die for XD) but it was a great day and I’m glad we did it! ...we might go to a different one tomorrow in hopes of finding what i need there. Who knew blue sateen was so hard to find?

[guardianofmana]

           ❛ you’re as insufferable as him. ❜ the door began to slowly close before picking up in speed to try and slam shut in front of the brunette. a large scowl beginning to form on the guardian’s features. 

@spiritedidealist

[thisominousblog]

"Well, nobody's perfect."

“You have a point there. Though we should all strive to be the best versions of ourselves that we can possibly be, you agree? Which doesn’t mean being above mistakes, just… owning up to them and accepting the responsibility for the consequences.”

[broadswordandpistol]

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//Oh seriously? It looked so natural on you I had no idea it was a wig. XD Then again it’s kind of hard to have normal hair like that without a huge heaping of hair gel… I’m so easily fooled. :P

(( Dude, it’s totally cool -- I had someone at Hanadoki-con think the same thing! Apparently his coloration and mine go really well together. ^^ Arda makes really fantastic wigs. ))