#traitorsjudgement

[ninthcompanion]

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➏ a “morning after” letter

Dear me Kratos

Hello

I do not know who or what you are. I wondered at first whether you were a mirror, or an illusion, or hallucination created by my tired mind. But having felt your body, I am assured that you are at least flesh and bone.

And as I awoke beside you this morning, you owe me an explanation.

I will be outside by the fountain. Come if you do not wish for me to trail you.

- Kratos Aurion

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traitorsjudgement

Opinion on;

Character in general: Well, I’m sort of biased b/c my friends spoiled Symphonia for me before I even started it, but, I’ve lived Kratos throughout the game. Not saying I liked everything that he did, of course, there was just some hidden (probably made up by me) softness there that I really responded to.yeah, so many tears were shed at pretty much every little interaction between Kratos and Lloyd. It’s a little embarrassing, actually. /laughsThat reminds me though, I really need to finish that game at some point.How they play them: Every time I see you on the dashboard, it’s always Kratos being pissy, and the other person responding how they do. And Iunno, I’ve always really found it really entertaining. And then, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, comes a random bag of sadness, and then right back to the first thing. I think it is amazing that 1) you can even switch gears that fast; and 2) that it actually suits the character really well. that probably made no sense sorryThe Mun: I think we might just be the only people here to have met in the way that we did, and I am quite proud of that. ouo Even despite of that, I think you are one of the sweetest (and most understanding—) people I have ever met. All in all, I really hope we can continue to be friends(?), and write/talk together more!

Do I:

RP with them: I don’t think I’ve started a thread with Kratos!Want to RP with them: Of course, always!!

What is my;

Overall Opinion: Wonderful. Amazing? I’m running out of adjectives already, so I have sort of given up on this part tbh;

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty lol but everyone’s great though

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traitorsjudgement replied to your post

;; {{ Really? I thought your queue tag was adorable just like your Sora uWu

((ah thank you haha! it's just it was supposed to be 'thinking of queue wherever you are' which comes from an actual KHII quote said by kairi [I don't know why I clarified that because you obviously know omg] but I accidentally had typed 'whenever' instead which...makes distinctly less sense lmao.

I fix all of the posts currently in the queue and fixed my autotagger extension but now my shame is permanently imprinted like a tattoo on my blog oops :p))

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traitorsjudgement

If an enemy were insulting me,     I could endure it; if a foe were rising against me,     I could hide. But it is you, a man like myself,     my companion, my close friend, with whom I once enjoyed sweet fellowship     at the house of God, as we walked about     among the worshipers.                                 — Psalm 55:12-14

...and if he showed the remains of blood beneath his nails, what then? The currents swept what little red remained back then, dull stained clothes permitted and cast aside for new. His sister's blood, of arrow to bury itself into the crook of neck, and collarbone. Exsphere protected from one single bow, but that was all.

It shattered.

Kratos expression be damned, he accused -- and then he fled.

There was no time for mourning, no time for tears. For if it should have permitted, he was the target for those blows. Her intervention changed nothing. Kicked his heels and his own life extended, but through cowardice. And Yuan remained as a defender of that man through the accusations.

"Undine."

He took a leap into the water, stepped across like solid surface, and in the middle -- he stopped. The familiar expression stared at him, through fringe of hair, and in that instance -- fear squashed. He was watching, ever so watching, and sure to make more excuses.

"...where are those friends of yours? Don't you want to have them shoot more arrows at me?"

Because there was no one left to kill by proxy.

Undine's form rested within his peripheral, unsure as much as can be expected. After all, they grew so close together, hadn't they? Yet the truth of his betrayal was evident. 

"...or are you going to do it yourself for a change, traitor?"

His voice lost it's edge, wavered with the simple word, but that was his reality -- wasn't it? He was fourteen, this shouldn't be happening. He was still crying, even now, eyes never straying far from the perpetual look of red from rubbing too often. The stage of grief where that was all he ever wanted to do anymore, and that was pathetic.

He should... avenge her. Not cry, and wish for Kratos to tell him to get out of that River, sis is worried sick.

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(☉_☉) But of course Ami-chan~

Hehe but you play such an amazing Kratos! I am not worthy of your stalking!

[life-survives-blog]

☯ + The day Mithos was born

It was so long ago, I'll give you all the details I can remember. I was afraid at first, because he was crying. A bald little angry red mess with a head that was far too big. I thought something was wrong with him, and so, eagerly, I stepped closer to the bed where my mother was happily holding my new baby brother. "Mommy." I said softly, not wanting to upset the fragile thing. "Is he okay?"

She smiled and told me, "Yes, he'll be alright. It's a difficult thing to be born."

I stood on my tiptoes by the bed, leaning as close as I could. I remember my mother once told me she never saw my eyes quite as big as just then. I watched as the crying quieted and stopped. He had such big eyes, and they looked around as if in wonder. I leaned in even closer, and he looked at my face. He just stared, as if I were the strangest creature in the world. I was probably looking at him the same way, really.

"What?" I finally frowned at him. He puckered his lips and went on looking at other things. I tried not to be offended, but I think I was.

"Would you like to hold him?" asked Mother as I dropped back to the flats of my feet.

I stared at her, waiting to hear the punch line, but none came. She did things like this often, offering for me to try things I wasn't sure children my age were allowed to do. She trusted me so often with important things that I didn't know I could handle, but this was beyond that. This was my baby brother. What if I hurt him!? But I knew how mother could get when I wasn't up to a task, and somehow, I felt like I might insult my brother by not agreeing to hold him. And so, I just nodded, holding out my arms.

She handed him over, ever so carefully, and I held him as if he were made of glass. So small. "What's his name?" I asked.

"There was a name we agreed upon, remember?" she prompted me. We had gone over many names in the past few months, and I did vaguely remember agreeing excitedly on one name in particular, but the excitement had wiped the memory clean from my head, at least for the time. I shook my head, and she answered, "Mithos."

Yes, that was exactly the name I had loved. "Welcome to the family, Mithos Yggdrasill." I recited, as I had always imagined welcoming a sibling into the world. His eyes were closed tiredly by then, already exhausted from all his looking around. And so I kissed his big bald head and handed him back to my mom.

I remember her giving me a strange look, then. The first of many to come. I didn't know what it meant back then, but now I'm sure. She knew I would end up being the one to raise him. She knew she would never be able to. It was a look that said, 'I know I can trust you.'

I only smiled in return, believing she was just tired. I think- no. I'm sure that was the best day of my life.

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traitorsjudgement replied to your post

;; {{ I know the feel Ami x3

Our characters beg for the angst, though.

They really do. Especially poor Kratos like is he ever actually happy during the game ever, the poor thing?

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☯ + Let It Go

Send me ‘☯ + a scene from my characters canon’ and I will drabble it from my character’s POV.

        So reckless. How could she have allowed that to happen?

        Bantam flakes of snow drifted down, catching in her dark lashes and blonde hair. A kiss of winter. Just as cold and reclusive as it seemed. A gentle, caressing touch against her bare cheek; billowing against soft flesh. It was the only thing she had now. The comforting embrace of a frigid atmosphere…

        Her lips moved, forming words that drifted into the air and back through her ears. Describing the vast area around her, the sound of the howling wind. And the terrible fate she faced. Were her father’s words not clear enough? Even after chanting them repeatedly for years and she couldn’t even abide to them. How foolish of her. And yet, it was too late regardless, was it not? The truth had been revealed. No more secrets lay behind her mask. There wasn’t a need to continue to be so concealed. Freedom…

        The glove slipped off her dainty hand and into the wind, drifting up and out of sight. With a smile painted on her lips, the Queen held out her left hand, a tingling sensation spreading across her palm before snow burst into the air, imitating the same action with her other hand. The smile widened further across her face, turning on her heel and waving her hands in the air with fluidity. Snow gathered together in a diminutive swirl before collecting into a single form, taking the shape of an old childhood creation. Thin arms rose high above her head as she formed more swirls of the soft elements, flakes drifting down atop her.

        Adrenaline coursed though her veins at this newfound excitement, spreading her hands out before her and watching as more whirls of snow formed all around her, pins and needles forming in the pads of her fingers. Slightly narrowing her eyes, she glanced over her shoulder, reaching up to unclasp the fandango cape from around her neck and watching as the wind carried it away until her glacial eyes could no longer see it.

        Elsa continued treading through the snow, a clear change in how she held herself. Confident. Proud. Free. She allowed herself to gaze upon her new surroundings, taking in every detail of this icy scenery. The vast space all around, spreading far beyond in which the eye could see. Mountains jutting out from the ground coated in the soft, white blanket. It left her in awe; made her realize just how far she could go. An endless distant. Continuously satisfied with what the world could provide her. There was no limit.

        Clenching her pale hands into fists, she lightly hopped in the balls of her feet like a child awaiting a great present in anticipation. Turning back on her heel, snow shifting over her feet, the blonde broke out into a run, the air blowing directly in her face, increasing that relief in her chest. Her eyes narrowed against the blast of icy air, grin remaining etched on her face. Eyes widening at the trench approaching, she came to a stop, spreading her arms out and watching as the snow lifted up and, with a subtle flash of light, solidified into stairs. Trekking up to this manifestation, the woman gazed upon it with admiration, satisfied with her discovering her capabilities.

        With slight uncertainty, she hesitantly places her right foot on the first step, the ice smoothing out and gleaming brightly. Taking in the crisp, frigid air, she set forward, quickly climbing up the steps and further building it up as she progressed, intent on getting to the top. Once she reached said goal, she jumped from the stairs and into the snow, turning around and viewing the space from a higher perspective, reveling in the sight before her. Running forward, she lifted her leg before placing it down again, ice forming beneath her feet in the shape of a snowflake. Brows furrowed together in thought, observing the amount of space around her.

        A castle could do wonders if she was intent on remaining out here. And there was just enough of an open area to create one. If she could tap into her powers just enough… Clenching her lower lip between teeth, she slightly curled her fingers and rose her arms up, imagining her physically pushing the ice out of the ground. It quaked beneath her feet, vibrating through her body and in the air. Along with the platform of ice she was standing on, pillars began to rise and stretch above her, tendrils of snow spinning around, whistling past her and encircling the forming castle at the wave of her arms, gliding across the ice in a small dance. Like a flowing river did she move, commanding the ice to conform her wishes, placing intricate detail into every inch. Her arms brandish gracefully, flicking her wrists. The ice continues to spread higher, angling into soaring ceiling, a delicately made chandelier hanging from the very center; layer upon layer.

        Returning her gaze to a leveled height, a slight frown replaced her bright smile, pinching her fingers around the small golden crown on her head and pulling it from her hair; few strands catching and pulling. Azure eyes narrowed at the piece, unsatisfied with it. Permitting her smile to return to her lips, she pulled back her arm before stretching it out, the head piece flying from her fingers and hitting one of the walls, landing with a small clink. Coming to a stop after twirling in a single circle, she reached back behind her head, fumbling with the tightly made bun. Finding the end, she pulled it out, feeling it loosen and the braid falling down her back.

        Brushing her platinum blonde bangs out of her eyes with her slender fingers, she pulled the woven braid over her right shoulder. Briefly glancing down at her dress, Elsa found herself displeased with it, wanting a change in attire. Lips tilting up, she waved her hand, the bottom of the teal dress being consumed by the expanding ice, weaving through and coating each individual fiber until it encased her entire figure, perfectly hugging every curve of her body. Stepping forward, a thin icy cape formed from the back of her new dress, trailing behind her as she headed for the balcony.

        Her arms widened out to the sides of her, no longer afraid of showing herself to the world. With the rising of the bright sun, she enjoyed how the light reflected off the ice, a concoction of blues and purples embedded in the ice. Standing at the bannister on the balcony, she gazed out in the open, the blanket of white glistening in the light of sunrise. The sky spreading out before her in a blend of similar colors with an addition of pink. Clouds smooth at first glance. And it was all hers to claim, no one to judge her for who she is.

                                                                                    So this is freedom…