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pengiesama · 4 years ago

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A Log, Carved for Two (Fic, TOZ, Sorey/Mikleo)

Title: A Log, Carved for Two Series: Tales of Zestiria Pairing: Sorey/Mikleo

Summary:

Sorey and Mikleo (and the gang) visit an old inn, with a legendary log. In the process, they learn about life, love, and a certain appreciation for their luck in both.

Part of the Sormik Advent Calendar 2020's Secret Santa challenge! I got @applegelstore's prompt:

"I'm terrible with prompts so how about hot springs but it's a 1000 year old log serving as bathtub (if that irritates you please watch Abroad in Japan, Escape to Mt. Fuji)"

(...well, you'll get what you ask for...)

@sormikadventcalendar / sormikadvent (Twitter)

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It had, of course, always been Sorey’s dream to see a world where seraphim and humans could live side by side. And it was a dream that he had achieved, through sacrifice and pain and determination. Humans and seraphim now lived in one world, laughing together, arguing together…

…but, well, Sorey seemed to have slept through the beginning years of this glorious new world. Consequently, he didn’t get to see the wonder, experience the discovery, attend any of the cool parties, et cetera. He awoke in a world where it was just a Thing. It was the norm. Seraphim? Of course, there’s one that runs the bakery down the street, and one that lives in the pond out back; perfectly good neighbor, he is, he never makes a ruckus and keeps the mosquito population down in the summers.

(“Mosquitos Steve,” Mikleo managed to comment, through his discomfort, as he and Sorey walked to the bakery as the man they were speaking to had given them directions. “Yes. We all know about Mosquitos Steve.”)

Still, it was more than Sorey could’ve ever dreamed of. This sense of normalcy was a hit of comfort and nostalgia for his days in Elysia, in a time when the rest of the world had marched on so far without him. And, moreover, it was really interesting reading all the literature on the intervening period, and then grilling seraphim who’d lived through those periods to check for accuracies and contrasting viewpoints. And, moreover, it was a pleasure beyond words doing it with Mikleo by his side, with all of eternity stretching out in front of them.

This merging of worlds is what led to the subject of the day’s outing: a cozy little inn near the town (now city) of Lastonbell, tucked away from the city’s lights and avant-garde art installations, and tucked away from the Shepherdsmas bustle and the cold winter winds. Known for its history, and its hot springs, it was owned and managed by a merged human-seraphim family. That would’ve been enough to pique Sorey’s interest, but add in the prospect of great food and a soak in the hot springs with a hot babe…

“…And as for the hot springs,” Mikleo continued to explain to the group as they walked up the lengthy stone steps to the inn’s entrance. “You could, of course, just go to the back and soak in the ordinary springs.”

“Which I will,” Edna quipped. She’d grown weary of climbing steps and was forcing Zaveid to carry her on his back; she was bound to him with vines, seated in a comfortable chair of flowers, while Zaveid huffed and puffed.

“But did you know that there’s a thousand-year-old log that the resident seraphim have enchanted to serve as a private spring?” Mikleo tried to steer the conversation back.

“Wow,” Edna said drily. “An old log.”

“Wow…” Sorey breathed, voice breathless with awe. “An old log…”

“A thousand-year-old log!” Mikleo reiterated, voice brimming with excitement. “Do you know what that means?”

“It means that we’ll get to enjoy the hot springs without having to watch you two canoodle,” Edna said, and gave Zaveid a whack with a vine before he could make any sort of lewd followup. “Giddyap.”

“I’m afraid I’ll also have to take a rain check on the, ah, alternate bathing arrangement,” Lailah said. “I’ll leave you two boys to it, but please fetch me from the sauna when everyone’s finished up, woodn’t you?”

Everyone fell into a pained and eerie silence. Lailah’s eyes darted around, and she cleared her throat.

“Fetch me from the sauna, woodn’t you? When you boys are done with your log?”

As the silence stretched ever onward, Zaveid sighed tragically.

“Guys, I’m gonna have to save my own skin on this one. Have fun with the log and don’t get splinters where the sun don’t shine.”

With that, he summoned the power of the wind and dashed up the remaining steps in the blink of an eye, trailing swirling snowflakes and flowers from Edna’s perch as he went.

Lailah stared at Mikleo and Sorey, expectantly.

“…haha,” Sorey offered a weak laugh. “A-anyway, with the log being that old, it means that this inn predated us by a long shot. And could mean that the seraphim and humans running this place could’ve been doing the same thing back then, too…”

“With much less tourist traffic, but yes,” Mikleo agreed. “It’s something I’d love to ask the owners, after we’re done with dinner and our bath.”

Sorey’s ears perked up, hopefully. Mikleo gave a knowing smile.

“The private suite that has the log isn’t easy to get,” Mikleo said, his tone brimming with pride. “But of course, I pulled some strings.”

Great food, and a soak in a really old log with a hot babe. Sorey was the luckiest man alive.

Sorey’s jaw was slack with awe as he saw it. As he saw The Log.

“Wow…” Sorey marveled.

He and Mikleo both crept up to it as if it was a rare animal, as beautiful as it was dangerous, as if it was ready to roll away and into the winter’s night if spooked. It was exquisitely-carved and preserved, and the growth rings exposed at each end coyly insinuated at it being even older than anticipated. There were no plumbing elements installed to spoil its perfection; it was simply pure wood, pure Log. Truly a marvel worth the long trip, the long stair climb, and the painful sting of Lailah’s puns.

“Would our guests care to have their bath, or should this one leave them to admire it for a while longer?”

Mikleo and Sorey were startled out of their reverie by a low, serene voice. It was one of the inn staff, standing so still and so quiet in the corner of the elegant bathing room that they hadn’t even noticed them in the presence of the magnificent log specimen. Dressed in a modest but striking blue-and-black kimono and wooden sandals, the staffperson slowly glided over to the tub-side, regarding Mikleo and Sorey with an unknowable expression. With a wave of their hand, they summoned hot water to fill the tub.

“Well, at least we’ve found someone to chat with about the inn’s history,” Sorey thought.

The fragrance of an ancient forest filled the cool winter air, and the stream from the bath wafted to the open-air balcony to join the dancing snowflakes outside. The staffperson lowered a hand to touch the surface of the water; ostensibly testing the temperature for their guests. The effortless way they’d woven their artes made Sorey suspect that the gesture was more for guests’ ease of mind, rather than any uncertainty on the staffperson’s part.

“Our guests shall find towels and refreshments laid out for them,” the staffperson said. “Please do not hesitate to summon me as needed.”

With that, they bowed, and turned to fold themselves back into the shadows (or the staff corridors) from whence they came. Sorey managed to shake himself free of the enchanting log in time to call out.

“Wait! Can we ask you a few questions about this place?”

The staffperson slanted a look over their shoulder. Their white-blue hair was tied up into a severe bun that was quite at odds with their youthful features, and their ice-blue eyes showed an ancient weariness.

Sorey scratched at his head, mussing its newly-long (and blond) length even further.

“First, um, I’m Sorey, and this is Mikleo…”

“Yes,” the staffperson said, simply. “Of course, this one knows the names of such famous guests. We hope that you find our inn to your liking thus far.”

“It’s great!” Sorey assured. “We just really wanted to know more about its history. Is it okay if we ask you some stuff? I mean, if you have the time. We’ll share our snacks with you? What’s your name?”

The staffperson paused for a long moment.

“Lithia,” they stated, finally. “Please, ask this one anything you care to know.”

Lithia was not only a font of knowledge, answering any question Sorey or Mikleo threw at them – they were also, as a matter of fact, one of the original founders of the inn.

(“No,” they had to clarify, at Sorey and Mikleo’s insistent questions, they were not the ones to chop down the log.)

It was through Lithia that the inn’s history was told, in full.

One thousand and twenty years ago, a seraph and a human fell in love, but they lived in a world that was not meant for them.

One thousand and twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seventeen years ago, the seraph became weaker and weaker, more and more ill, suffering under the malevolence of the townsfolk and their cruelty towards their beloved human. It was different, back then. Humans fear what they don’t understand. Seraphim, also. Surely, our esteemed guests understand this too well.

One thousand and fifteen years ago, the human left human civilization behind, carrying the seraphim on his back, questing to find a place for the seraphim to recover in peace, a place to call their own.

There was, of course, no such place. Living as hermits in the woods would have to do instead.

They lived quite happily, the two of them. They enjoyed the beauty of nature, and the pleasure of each other’s company, for many years. The human eventually felled a tree and carved it into a lovely bath. The seraph used their artes to make it into a log hot spring. How whimsical, how unique; in another time, the two of them could have opened a lovely inn, and become known across the continent for their hospitality.

But of course, the human eventually aged and died, as humans do.

The seraph was left with the home they’d built together, and their silly little log bath.

The seraph was left like this for many, many years.

Eventually, humans began to see seraphim again. They began to live side-by-side. The seraph watched this from their forest house, with their silly log bath that they’d kept preserved all these years. The seraph was bitter for a while; angry, even. How dare they sort things out now, centuries too late?

The seraph was angry for years, with their house and their log bath. The seraph remembered their human so well, even after all this time. They remembered his voice, his face, his laughter. There was no one else to do so. There was no one left to remember him.

The human had always wanted to have an inn of his own, to host guests (which they could never have, without endangering the seraph) and hear stories from across the globe (which they could never explore, without endangering the seraph). The human had died without seeing this dream fulfilled. Even through the seraph’s anger, they remembered this, too well.

It was not a quick process. Lithia was known as being standoffish, even among the few other seraphim that had settled around their forest territory. It took years, and many meetings and partings. The young human attacked by forest beasts, who left offerings for Lithia for the rest of his life after they – in a sudden fit that even they could not explain – saved him, healed his wounds, and sent him on his way after his recovery. The travelling earth seraph with their team of human workers, who fixed up Lithia’s home after an earthquake finally brought down one of the ancient walls that could no longer be patched. The fire seraph, wandering through the woods, with the light in their eyes extinguished after losing their human family to disease.

It was not a quick process. But by and by, Lithia’s anger subsided, and eventually, they opened this inn.

“The two of you enjoy a rare gift,” Lithia stated. “It is not common for the love between a human and a seraph to end happily. I ask only that you treasure the opportunity you have been given.”

Mikleo’s hand had already found Sorey’s. Sorey’s hand squeezed back.

“Of course,” Sorey said quietly.

“And,” Lithia added. “Please refrain from having relations in the log.”

Mikleo and Sorey simply stared, wordless. Lithia tilted their head.

“Um,” Sorey said eventually. “I don’t think. That’ll. Be a problem.”

Lithia made a small noise. “Oh. I was not aware that the former Shepherd suffered such an affliction. I can brew a medicinal tea, should he wish to have the urge fall upon him.”

“We’re good! We’re good!” Sorey hastily clarified. “Um, it’s no problem, we promise. Thank you so much for opening your home to us, and letting us use something so dear to you…”

Lithia gave a small nod. “I only allow guests in this suite that I have personally approved. Ones that I personally judge worthy of it. The rest…”

Through the night air, there came the distinct sound of a vine whip against bare ass skin, and then Zaveid’s pained howling.

“The rest can bathe outside,” Lithia finished curtly. “Please, guests, enjoy your stay. I must take my leave to ensure no blood has entered the waters, lest I add the cleaning tab to your companion’s bill.”

“I think you should probably do it regardless,” Mikleo mumbled wearily. “Lords only know where Zaveid’s been.”

#sormik #sorey/mikleo #soreymikleo #soremiku #suremiku #tales of zestiria #sormik advent calendar #a tenderly crafted fanfiction

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applegelstore · 7 years ago

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So we (=my sister plays, I watch her and do other stuff besides) have finally marathoned through Tales of Berseria (only the post-game sidequests left). So here’s excerpts of my final verdict (mostly in contrast to Zesty because sorry but I can’t help it. Plus, it’s the prequel for Maotelus’ sake). Cut for massive length and very heavy spoilers, obviously! No reviews, though, just incoherent ramblings. Many, many incoherent ramblings.

-The plot is indeed kinda more exciting than Zestiria. Which isn’t particularly hard. I mean there are many reasons why I love Zestiria, but the plot (and the villains) sure aren’t one of them. The plot was kinda just… there and didn’t do any harm, but honestly I could just have watched a 200 episode show of plotless party banter and would have enjoyed it just the same. The plot in neither game makes particularly much sense, tho.

-I have a billion questions and somehow most of them concern Zaveid’s gun in both games. Like, how does it actually work? It separates fusings, but it’s the basis for the invention of the armatus? Apparently it also boosts magic? Idk. And where does it come from? Let me guess, there was that super advanced sci-fi-civilization that lived on the planet like 20 000 years ago and is now forgotten *insert dramatic music here*

-How on earth did Velvet get out of that volcano…? But as long as Morgrim is safe, I’m good.

-On that note, Velvet literally screaming WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!!!!!! at the volcano made me kinda happy

-whenever she has facepalm/I’m so done/I’m surrounded by idiots moments, I feel her very much

-Despite the headscratchers, I’m totally digging the Berseria/Zestiria worldbuilding, like hell

-Sue me but I still like the Zestiria characters lightyears better than the Berseria characters. Mostly because they’re funnier, more relatable, and also because I honestly don’t like the Darker and Edgier trope. But also because the costume designs are goddamn awful, Magilou is an obnoxious pest, and it takes Eleanor far too many hours of game play to get that other people than abbey members have human rights (I ended up liking her in the end but honestly getting there was a pain). BTW yes, Velvet, Phi and Eleanor probs have more dramatic changes in personality over the course of the game than the Zesty squad combined, but can anybody explain to me what kind of character development Eizen, Rokurou and Magilou display? …Thought so. Also, no, dramatic 180° turn character development is NOT a prerequisite for good character writing in my opinion, thank you very much. I also think that mental breakdowns aren’t a prerequisite, just in case you were wondering. I’m honestly not a big fan of the Heroic B.S.O.D. trope, although there might be some exceptions where I thought it was well done. I still prefer to do without.

-At least I can tolerate Magilou and Eleanor now that the former got a backstory and the latter finally learned how not to be a dick

-Phi’s constant complaints that he doesn’t want to be treated like a child (I’ve got bad news for you sweetie, you’re TEN) do horrible things to my headcanon that he simply stays physically 10 for eternity, but don’t think I’d give up too soon

-however, I guess we can establish that he plays splatter games with a burning passion

-I am very glad that the monster doggies and the monster bird are safe and sound in the epilogue

-WHERE IS FIRE MUM

-How on earth do people defend the opinion that Berseria was less of a button smasher game than Zestiria?? Because honestly in Zestiria I never managed to win battles by doing nothing but frantically smashing X/Square/Triangle/Circle without any plan or order.

-THE BATTLE CAMERA IS SO MUCH BETTER THO I can control it freely! Oh bless the new camera. I want that so hard in Zestiria. It would help a bunch.

-the equipment upgrade and drop system is also a billion times more effective in the sense that you don’t have to carefully plan your fusings (guess who’s always too lazy to do that) and fruitlessly try to farm the drops for that for hours (guess who’s too lazy for that as well, and also helplessly underlevelled because she’s so lazy and ends up with bosses one or two hitting an armatus even on normal mode *coughs*). Bless.

-I mean the new equipment system in Berseria is basically Final Fantasy IX but for lazy noobs. There’s ups and downs to that, I guess?

-Meirchio is so goddamn pretty, I didn’t even realise that in ToZX. Guess I was distracted by how bad the trainwreck is. Anyway I love everything about this town

-Aball and its surroundings incl. Taliesin also deserve awards

-the dungeons and field areas weren’t anymore interesting than Zestiria, tho

-btw Aball=Avalon? Magical apple island and stuff? Just asking because honestly some of the Arthurian references are pretty obscurely named (it took me quite a while to get the Lastonbell=Glastonbury reference, too, trollolol. Anyone else reminded of Good old Ah! My Goddess translation sins? I mean, come on… Verdandi to Belldandy? Apparently, correctly transcribing Roman letters into Japanese script is even more difficult than Ancient Avarost)

-Morgrim, let me love you, please take all my blessings, you are purrfectly pleasantly plump and I want to cuddle you and give you kisses

-why exactly was Shigure one of the bad guys?? It still escaped me after we cut him in half, sacrificed his soul to some ancient deity, and killed his deceased, reincarnated, dragonised mum

-speaking of which, is it really clever to use the souls of your mortal enemies to revive gods that you want to be on your side!?

-anyway, screw you, Melchior, in particular

-Bienfu is a strong contender for most annoying mascot ever and I still wanted to throw him into the ocean hours into the game. I swear if I have to hear him yell BIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN just once more in my life I’m gonna punch the screen.

-I’m with Jude on the pengyons. I mean I guess killing and eating them is preferable to killing them but not eating them, but still. Everyone speaks about representation, where’s my representation? Is there a single JRPG in which at least one of the playable characters is a vegetarian?

-I was surprised how much I enjoyed the Jude and Milla cameo, cracktastic as it was. Milla was actually my favourite in Xillia, although I had and still have severe problems with her character. But here I only saw of her what I love about her, and it made me happy. You go, Milla

-The skit writing with the constant “all males are perverts”, “all women are deceitful whores” and “men and women are fundamentally different and will never understand each other or be friends unless they’re incestuous siblings” is goddamn awful, period.

-apparently if your vessel becomes malevolent even the tiniest bit (no need to go full tainted), that physically hurts your malak/seraph. I’m glad that doesn’t happen in Zesty.

-Zaveid. Buddy. I feel sorry for you. But it also kinda shocks me how fast you get over your girlfriend’s death. I also have bad news: Eizen’s little sister will still look like a 12-year-old in a 1000 years from now. I actually hope you’re NOT into that.

-btw Zaveid and Eizen jump from mortal enemies to true name basis pretty fast holy shit

-I wouldn’t have minded more Aifread’s Pirates shenigans and nobody is surprised

-I want the cracktastic enemy book back

-I want my elemental powers back. Fuck this don’t ya try to talk down my beloved Magical Dragqueen mode IT’S THE POWER OF LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE y’ignorants

-dear malak NPCs, thank you for establishing that the abbey version armatus is a sucky beta version which will be replaced with the awesome real thing in a couple of centuries, and will eventually symbolise harmony between humans and malakhim. Bonus points for carrying along the motherfucking Galahad ruins bow to drive home the point

-I’m a little too amused by the fact that the ending credit cards are a “everyone’s happy, nobody ever died, and everybody’s friends with each other” AU

-uhm, guys? Did they give Artorius’ sword to Sorey’s gay pride armatus in the anime? I didn’t like it even back then but now I hate it even more, pls no

-I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want

-I know there will never be a Zestiria sequel because it didn’t sell well enough for that, but just in case: the only premise I’ll accept is “Phi, Sorey and Mikleo free Velvet from her prison and finally tear Innominat apart for good”. I don’t know how that would work without killing Velvet and Phi, but hey, I’m sure we’re gonna find a solution because it’s as JRPG and all we need is the POWER OF LOVE *dundundundun*

Everyone is happy. Also what is this “reborn Malakhim aren’t the same people they died as anymore” crap, don’t give me this heartbreak material you assholes

-is it wrong if I wanna play Zestiria after finishing Berseria? Actually, we would have gotten there far sooner if I hadn’t insisted taking breaks so I could play a few hours of Zestiria in between. Whoops.

-my sister was worried that Phi would miss his auntie Velvet very much and suggested Sorey and Mikleo should adopt him once the sweet baby slumber party is over. At this point I’m wondering whether I should give her fanfic recs to brighten her days, or whether that will cause her to forever ban me from her Playstation and refuse to cook for me ever again

-after watching the Zesty DLC, she also told me: “I don’t know what was the point of it, but Rose and Alisha were very cute.” She’s on the path to righteousness.

#Tales of Berseria spoilers #Tales of Zestiria spoilers #like massive endgame spoilers you have been warned

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toradh · 7 years ago

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And for the top 5, I’m sending your ask right back at you! =D Top 5 (or 500) pieces of video game music!

HAHAHA EVERYTHING YOU DO IN LIFE COMES BACK TO YOUOK HERE YOU GO, IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER (except alphabetical per game lol)

I’m gonna… put this under a cut for length. Oh boy.

Chrono Cross (fun fact: I’ve never played the game but I own a copy of the soundtrack):-Scars of Time-Fields Of Time - Home World-On The Beach Of Dreams - Another World-Departed Souls-Dragon Knight-Prisoners Of Fate-Magical Dreamers - The Wind, Stars, And Waves ~-The Dream That Time Dreams-Dragon God-Life ~ A Distant Promise

Assassin’s Creed II:-Earth-Ezio’s Family-Venice Rooftops (my first contact ever with AC was the Soul Calibur version of Venice Rooftops and at that very moment I KNEW I had to play the game that it originally belonged to. No kidding!)-Master Assassin (it’s from Brotherhood but yada yada)

Assassin’s Creed III:-Main Theme-Ratohnhaké:tonThe Liberation soundtrack was also amazing, I could listen to the Main Theme for days.

Dissidia Final Fantasy:-the openings and ending medleys, and also that new version of The Man with the Machine Gun is killer

Final Fantasy IV:-the goddamn opening of the Nintendo DS remake

Final Fantasy VI:-Terra’s Theme

Final Fantasy VII:-the battle theme and boss battle theme, who doesn’t love it-the main theme once you had spent enough time in the menue to actually ever hear the end of it-Cosmo Canyon AKA Valley Where Stars Fall whatever and Become a Great Soldier-Words Extinguished by Fireworks-Listen to the Voice of the Stars-and of course Aerith’ theme-Towards the Mountain-The Day of Our Last Moments-Perfect Jenova-Carmina Burana reloaded uhm I mean One Winged Angel, too, of course-also the opening and ending credits from Crisis Core which is a mediocre game, but it let me hack n slay, had the infinitely more lovable protagonist, and it had some cool music remixes

Final Fantasy VIII (oh boy, the FFVIII OST is my fav right after IX, although the latter wins every other race in the franchise)-Liberi Fatali and also the Overture AKA the motherfucking opening credits when you insert Disc 1 for the first time-The Landing-Force Your Way (honestly this game has some of my favourite of favourite battle themes EVER; the feeling of beating up bosses after spending hours, HOURS in the menue to set up your team is incredible lol; like OH MY GOD MY PLAN ACTUALLY WORKED)-The Mission-The Stage Is Set-Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec-Premonition-Drifting-The Oath-Trust Me-Lunatic Pandora (gives you a headache if you listen to it for too long tho lol)-Compression of Time-The Castle-Legendary Beast-Maybe I’m A Lion-The Extreme-the Ending Theme (yep, including Eyes One Me! I mean it’s cheesy but it kinda grew on me…)(basically the entire end of the 4th disc is a blast, not gonna lie)

Final Fantasy IX (buckle your seatbelts!):-Place I Call Home/A Place to Call Home/whatever AKA the opening credits-Living by the Sword-Hunter’s Chance-Marsh of the Q Tribe-Sword of Confusion-Eternally Good Harvest-Roses of May-City Under Siege-Protecting my Devotion-Light of Destiny-Chamber of a Thousand Faces-Mount Gulug-Four Mirrors-Concurrent Battles-Terra-You Are Not Alone-Assault of the Silver Dragons-Organum (which is an obscure organ version of the opening credit theme which gets a billion variations throughout the game anyway; it’s on a bonus soundtrack CD that I bought at one point before I finally got my hands on a copy of the actual OST)-and of course the One True Melodies of Life

Actually 90% of the soundtrack

Final Fantasy X:-People of the North Pole-A Fleeting Dream-Suteki Da Ne, too

Final Fantasy XII-the boss battle theme-the Esper battle theme-also the Imperial March I mean Theme of the Empire

Final Fantasy XIII:-Blinded by Light (VIOLIN BATTLE THEME VIOLIN BATTLE THEME)-Saber’s Edge-Lightning’s Theme-Caius’ Theme from FFXIII-2 (which was a waste of time BUT it had Liam O’Brien. Can I just have a poster of Liam O’Brien’s voice pls)

Final Fantasy XV (I still haven’t played this thing lol):-Too Much Is Never Enough (I bought sheet music lol)-Somnus (both instrumental and /w lyrics)-Departure-Wanderlust-Ardyn and Ardyn II-Labyrinthine-The Hydraeans Wrath-Homecoming

(notice a pattern lol)BTW every single Distant World CD is a fucking gem and you should buy them

Kingdom Hearts whatever (I’m not gonna go through the individual titles):-Dearly Beloved in all versions ever released-Disappeared-Another Side-all of Vanitas’ battle themes-Ventus’ themeand of course Hikaru Utada’s songs I love that woman; and also the orchestral/instrumental arrangements that were used in the trailers.

Tales of Berseria:-BURN (why is it capslocked tho)

Tales of Destiny:-Yume De Aru Youni-Irony of Fate in that goddamn epic remix from that orchestra CD thingy

Tales of Symphonia:-Starry Heavens and the sweet instrumental version that plays when you thought you had lost all your teammates but they come back and help you while you rescue that one team mate whose affection for Lloyd was highest

Tales of Vesperia:-Ring a Bell

Tales of Xillia:-Progress

Tales of Zestiria:-White Light-Zaveid the Exile-Flaming Bonds are Being Tested-Melody of Water is the Guide in Spiritual Mist (can we set a petition for Mikleo to play his own trial theme on the piano, yes, sign here, thank you)-Competing with the Honor of the Land-Fight Between the Wind and the Blinking Sky-Rising Up

(why do these trials themes have so long names bleurgh. So yeah AKA ALL THE TRIAL THEMES)

(basically all the Tales openings lol)

The Legend of Zelda… oh god why are there so many games.So I’m only gonna go through my two favs:

Ocarina of Time:-Lost Woods-Windmill Hut (aka the Song of Storms)-Gerudo Valley

The Wind Waker:-Dragon Roost Island-Molgera’s boss fight theme

also the bonus orchestra CD from Skyword Sword was so good :O

Valkyrie Profile:-Take A Flight

Xenogears:-Stars of Tears-Grahf, Dark Conqueror (only a JRPG would name a villain Grahf tho lol)-Premonition-Awakening-The One Who Bares Fangs at God-Small Two of Pieces (PLEASE I NEED SHEET MUSIC FOR THIS WHERE CAN I FIND SOME; legally if possible lol)-the battle themes aren’s bad, either(fun fact: I’ve never played this game, either)

Xenosaga stuffz(never played that either lol. I didn’t listen to the complete soundtracks, either, only bits)-The Miracle-Kokoro (whoever came up with that song title has guts, but it’s seriously super beautiful, and Joanne Hogg makes a comeback on vocals!)

BTW I never played anything Wild Arms, either, but I really the openings for the first and third game in the series, respectively.Oh and that one boss battle theme from Shadow Hearts II! (I think it’s called Hardcore to the Brain?) I actually never played that thing, but I watched my sister (who’s super fond of the game!) for like 90% of the plot I think.

…Would you believe that this a selectionI… I’ll better not go into movie soundtracks*faints*

…Uhm, do anime songs count lol

#this is my tag meme tag now #I didn’t exactly plan on spending an entire evening on this ask meme (rather like a few minutes)#but it was worth it lol #anyway I keep saying that the 8bit version of When Time Stands Still On the Iron Hill sounds like a boss battle theme straight from a SNS RP #G

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aurantia-ignis · 8 years ago

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Tales of Berseria Official World Guidance - Eizen

Eizen Gender: Male Age: 1000 (although he looks 30) Height: 187cm Voice: Morikawa Toshiyuki Weapon: Bracelet Battle style: Fighter Species: Malak

Major Berseria spoilers under cut

An earth malak who possesses the blessing of the "Reaper's Curse", which brings misfortune to those around him. He fights using spells, as well as his fists, which he imbues with spiritual energy. His true name is Ufemew Wexub, which means "Eizen the Explorer". He uses a Kharlan gold coin excavated from the ancient ruins of foreign lands as his vessel. As the vice-captain of the Aifread Pirates, he has abundant experience in dealing with the underworld, an attitude of doing as he pleases, and companions who trust deeply in him.

"My wheel is mine alone to hold...... That is my creed."

Eizen first understood that he was a Reaper when Edna, who lived with him, was the only one whom disaster constantly fell upon. To protect his beloved sister, he left home to find a way to break the "Reaper's Curse". It had been ten years since he used a ship for outer seas exploration as his vessel during his search. Due to the effects of his curse, accidents occurred one after another, so the ship was considered inauspicious and was slated for disposal. But Van Aifread appeared then. The notorious pirate with high resonance was aware of the curse, but he took the Van Eltia by force anyway. Eizen surmounted countless calamities with Aifread and his crew, and finally reached the outer continents, but he did not seek a way to break his curse. "If you were born with the power of that curse, then the curse itself is who you are." With these words, Aifread had given positive affirmation to his power. As a result, Eizen had found a place amongst the pirates where he could live as he truly was. If he stayed with humans, one day he would undoubtedly turn into a dragon under the influence of their malevolence. Even so, he wished to live holding on to his own wheel. Only one thing bothered him---he was worried about Edna, whom he left behind...

A year ago, Aifread disappeared. To allow their ship to progress in the search for him, the pirates, led by Eizen, cooperated with the fugitive Velvet and her company. Velvet, who hated the leader of the Exorcists, was aiming for the headquarters of the Abbey, but shortly after, Eizen's goal overlapped hers. Having escaped from the island prison, Velvet had heard rumours there about Aifread being taken off the island by the exorcist named Melchior. Also, the Abbey's reasoning of "The many over one" went directly against the creed of Aifread and his pirates, which respects the will of each individual.

In their pursuit of Melchior, they often came up against Zaveid, who was seeking Aifread as well. Zaveid used to be a malak bound by the Abbey, but Aifread helped release his will. The two fought fair and square, and at that moment Aifread trusted him enough to leave him the treasure Siegfried, a weapon from the outer continents that the Abbey was after.

Zaveid's creed was to save people without killing, and it clashed with the pirates' creed until the very end. When they finally met Aifread again, he had been turned into a daemon by Melchior. He attacked indiscriminately the pirates who had risked their lives with him, as well as Zaveid, whose moral code he had appreciated. Eizen hadn't wanted to believe that it was him, so he averted his eyes once. But in the end, to save the dignity of Aifread, who had lived his own way of life by his own will, he punched the daemon with fists of determination. So when he learnt of Zaveid's creed and subsequently his lover-turned-dragon, Eizen couldn't leave them alone. He led the soul of the dragon, who had long since lost herself and attacked Zaveid, to her final resting place. For Eizen, who was already resolved to becoming a dragon one day, there was nothing he feared more than his dragonization entrapping those that he truly cared for.

When Velvet devoured the soul of Melchior, revenge for Aifread had, in a way, come to an end. But Melchior had not trapped Aifread for his own circumstances. The true culprit behind Aifread's death was the 'reason' that the Abbey had been pushing. As such, Eizen chose to fight alongside Velvet till the end.

In the world where the Empyrean Innominat's power was lost, Eizen sat on the mast of the Van Eltia. The other pirates could no longer see him. The day that he turns into a dragon was certainly approaching, and he was still concerned about Edna. But when the time comes, Zaveid would surely kill him as he wished. Upon the Van Eltia, Eizen and the pirates sailed off into the deep blue sea.

Misfortune even in the kitchen If he flipped a coin a thousand times, the tails side, with the reaper also known as the Demon King Dhaos, would definitely land face up. If he tried to flip hamburg steaks or pancakes, the cooked side would always land face down, and if he dropped a pizza bread it would always fall on the side with ketchup on it.

Hobby of collecting antiques He has an interest in antique artifacts, to the point where he even dipped into Edna's secret savings to collect them. If he started sharing from his vast store of knowledge he wouldn't stop, but when he came up against Eleanor, who was well-versed with the technicalities of antiques, she immediately raised the discrepancies between what they knew. Eleanor also viewed the antique merchant Donera with a suspicious eye, but Eizen trusted his judgment, and the Fujibayashi rod he used in the daemon fishing challenge was also purchased from him.

Vessel Eizen uses objects as his vessel. The Van Eltia was made from a natant tree more than a thousand years old, which fulfilled the requirements necessary for a vessel. The Kharlan coin was used in ancient cultures, and can likely only be used as a vessel by a malak with the power of the Reaper.

Regarding Eizen's 'Reaper Curse' The truth of Eizen's blessing is, without any misconception, 'To bless a person with strict but adequate trials, so as to incite necessary growth for him'. The blessings of most earth malaks are generally types which include growth (or to give life), to raise and support. Eizen thinks that "This world isn't too bad...", which in itself already leads to him bringing to those around him what they often consider 'strict but adequate trials'. Though there are many injured or even killed by the trials, there are also those who survive and grow from them. Why the Aifread Pirates became known as the best pirates in the world, their ability to get past countless obstacles, not to mention their victories against the Abbey, could possibly all be attributed to Eizen's blessing.

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pokemonruby · 8 years ago

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waking up with amnesia au / soulmates au for sormik?

YO i finally finished this (idk why it took me 5 whole days i apologize) and i think it turned out p good! if this gets notes i may upload it on ao3 heh heh. anywho rip mobile users since this is way longer than what a “short story” should be oops.

Those bright, viridescent eyes were unmistakable to the time-honored Seraph; they were once–scarcely seven-hundred eons prior to this abrupt confrontation–illuminated by a sense of resolution to liberate those tainted individuals from the malevolence which infested them like an unfaltering virus. Those unaware were enchanted by its deadly spell and transformed into monstrous forms without hope of returning to humankind; however, he blazed throughout the kingdom whilst accompanied by the Ceremonial Sword, gnarled by the blue-ish flames of purity–the “Shepherd”, is whom they referred to this courageous man as within his uncharted past. In accordance to that legendary title blessed upon him by the Five Lords who govern this realm, he was entitled to shoulder the burdens of a wholehearted hero and consequently sacrifice his entire being to ensure a future of peacefulness for his treasured ones–for all of Glenwood, and beyond. Alas, the Shepherd was guided to a deep and long-established slumber that many foresaw he’d never wake from; to never be wreathed in those smiles, comparable to a pasture filled with untold sunflowers. Now, Mikleo beheld his dearest companion (whom was identical to his original statute; notwithstanding of the minor wreckage which embellished his chestnut-colored locks, for they were within the midst of a decaying temple) as if those centuries hadn’t transpired at all; it felt dreamlike, and he floundered to restrain the sobs of wholehearted joy. Even whilst time has relentlessly tore them apart from one another, the feelings Mikleo possessed for him refused to waver–the love for Sorey.

….However, Sorey’s angelic gaze lacked a sense of familiarity toward the elder individual–perhaps, it was in consequence to the effect these unbounded centuries bestowed upon Mikleo; for instance, his hair, which was decorated by the fragments of the purest snow to a common mortal’s eyes, has become rather unshorn and was positioned into a sturdy ponytail. Or, how the admittedly “inexperienced” demeanor he wore throughout their fabled journey was substituted for one of an adult matureness–after all, upon the departures of his closest allies (those whom were acquainted with humankind, such as Sorey and even Rose eventually fell victim to the accursed, short lifespans these delicate creatures are imparted with) Mikleo’s world was encountered by a drastic and unwilling change; he felt obligated to ward off the tears, so his fellow Seraphim wouldn’t fear for him, nor his banishment into an ocean of eternal loneliness–there were a myriad of occasions where he vowed he’d drown, for the surface was no longer within his wounded sights. No, it wasn’t acceptable that Sorey–the person whom he’s regarded so highly, like he were a deity, since their childhood, could simply disremember him like he were but an hallucination from a distant past….Right?

Mikleo’s clothed finger-tips were enclosed around the younger individual’s like indestructible binds, and his once, sophisticated gaze became lachrymose due to his desperation and woe–the Shepherd was taken by surprise of how tightly they squeezed his callused palms; regardless of that, he maintained a curious silence upon the greeting of each of their eyes, like he were waiting for those passionate words to spill from his quivering lips. “….Sorey,” he croaked–it was as if Glenwood, or rather, the whole universe was deteriorating all around them and this sentence was the conclusion of their lives; these intense feelings he must convey to Sorey, or the claws of malevolence may imprison him within a cage without a keyhole or possible escape route. Perhaps, it was too theatrical for his tastes–however, for centuries has Mikleo believed his sincerest, and most beloved companion may never witness the magnificent light a new dawn ever again; his aspirations and hopes reduced to a mere erection of ash. His voice was gentler than a rabbit’s footsteps amongst a snowfield, threatening to collapse at any given moment–he abhorred how his weaknesses were disclosed before Sorey within this fragile moment, for this was meant as a heartwarming reunion between the pair; that is, if the former possessed any recollection of his childhood love. “….it’s me, Mikleo. Please, tell me that you remember….at least a little? I….I understood the risks when you decided to sacrifice yourself for the greater good, but if you were truly reincarnated as a member of my race, then….you couldn’t have forgotten about your dearest friend, right?….Right?”

“I–….I’m terribly sorry, but I can’t remember anything besides my own name; I was guided to these ruins by a voice, per se, and you had nearly fallen so–woah, are you alright?” The teardrops were cascading down the elder Seraph’s face like a rapid waterfall; his cheeks had grown embarrassingly flushed, his weaknesses disclosed before the eyes of the muddled Sorey, whose garmented hand was lightly rest upon the other’s twitching shoulder-blade. It was heartbreaking to witness Mikleo, an individual that oft concealed his sadness for the benefit of his friends–so they wouldn’t fret over his welfare like you would a small child, and hence the melancholic dews were restrained beneath an impenetrable fortress none shall enter. A response was unneeded for Mikleo’s fingers to latch onto the spine of the younger man and subsequently, encountered the midst of Sorey’s chest with his nose; thus, his despairing whimpers were muffled and all Sorey could perform was gawk, open-mouthed. However, hands of an unadulterated warmth were bestowed upon Mikleo’s own vertebrae–they belonged to none but his dear friend, he understood; even if time itself had seized the Shepherd’s core memories, his kindness refused to simply fade….that’s the discrete trait which constructs whom Sorey is as a person, after all. However….

He doesn’t remember me. I should have expected it–after all, it’s rare for those reincarnated as Seraphim to evoke memories of their past lives; however, that sliver of fate was by my side throughout these seven-hundred or so years I’ve endured, merely waiting for him to return. Authentic words were impractical for Mikleo whilst his own vocal cords were sabotaged by a chain of relentless weeping–it felt like he were choking on his own tears, this lamentable reunion but a grim reminder of the centuries he spent isolated due to these conflicting emotions; unable to converse with Lailah, or Edna, or Zaveid–they remained in that distant past of theirs, wherein they journeyed throughout Glenwood with aspirations for a brighter future, how the Shepherd so earnestly called for his name upon their entrance in newfangled lands. For they were raised in the forsaken mountainous region with little to no knowledge of the outermost world, of the many wonders which lied throughout the kingdoms prepared for their vehement eyes to uncover. Regrettably had this hero’s magnificent tale entombed into the sands of time and thus, Mikleo could only reminisce of those peaceful days whilst accompanied by a woeful expression. His grip on the younger man’s garments tightened, if at all possible–it’s ascertain that his knuckles were painted with a qualmish hue of white. At the very least, I should be grateful he’s come back to me. Even….whilst he’s forgotten everything about me, that doesn’t mean I’m alone anymore….Someone, please tell me that I’m right. That he won’t leave me again!

“Sorey, pl….please….”

“Huh?”

It’d be unsurprising for Mikleo’s own dignity to vanish by now, for his dearest was faced with such a weak side to himself–these interminable tears which decorated both the Earth beneath and his pale-colored garbs; this was the rare case wherein this blatant humiliation has not bestowed such redness upon his cheeks, rather shattered the nerves of all those surrounding him. Nonetheless, he mustered the courage to properly encounter Sorey’s concerned gaze–they were as gorgeous as he recalled, like a twosome of exquisite emeralds harvested from the depths of an ancient mine. "Don–….don’t….go, Sorey.“ Mikleo murmured, for his voice was comparable to that of the fragilest pieces of glassware; if proper heedfulness wasn’t exercised, it may crumble at any given moment. Fleetingly, his eyelashes had birthed a few droplets which collapsed upon each of Sorey’s thighs–his expression had shifted abruptly within that small second, from confusion to a recognizable sense of melancholy–it encouraged his palms of an unearthly gentleness to comb through Mikleo’s tousled locks. ”….I….I couldn’t bear to experience that loneliness ever again, so I’m begging that you’d never leave my side. I’ve spent nearly a thousand years waiting for you, Sorey….even if I’m a mere stranger to you now, please promise me that one thing. For a life without you….is completely empty.“

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”….Mikleo, this novel you composed is beyond fantastic–it’s almost like I’m walking through history itself! The legend of the renowned “Shepherd” whom brandished a sword and swept throughout these lands to liberate those tainted by the malevolence….it’s unbelievable that you had once accompanied this hero on their journey, and were able to behold these manifesting fables from the past! I….I can’t help but be envious.“ It’s apparent those dreadful centuries have purloined the memories from the days of yore wherein Sorey and his companions once roamed across the kingdoms to establish a never-ending harmony, however none of the influential forces within realm could possibly deprive him of his overwhelming passion–it twinkled through his pair of gem-like eyes, which engendered a minor chuckle from Mikleo, whose hands were preoccupied with the kettle in another section of the makeshift home; it was their temporary resting area until they proceeded with their runic discoveries. To separate Sorey from the thick-paged tome may prove to be challenging, for his attention was glued to it like his eternal lifespan depended on it for nourishment–needless to say, the mature Seraph hadn’t anticipated for such unabating praise. Eventually, Sorey’s smile had descended slightly and the object was gently closed, thereafter placing it upon the nearest table. He continued, although with a softer tone. ”….You mistook me for the Shepherd, didn’t you? That time ago, when we encountered one another within the profundity of those magnificent ruins….you latched onto me and cried your heart out, Mikleo. I wanted to help, but….all I could do was say that you’ll reunite with them one day–that “goodbyes” don’t simply last forever. Like me, perhaps….they’ll be reincarnated as a kin of the Seraphim and hopefully maintain some recollection of their former life.“

”….Yes, I hope so too. Sor–I mean, my dearest friend, risked everything to ensure peace would finally overrun the kingdoms of Hyland and Rolance, perhaps beyond. After all, the responsibilities of a Shepherd don’t merely lie with those closest to them–rather, they are burdened with the entire world upon their shoulders. However, the beginning of our great journey attempted to forge distance between us for they presumed I….hadn’t wished for such a future alongside them, and that I should pursue my own aspirations after we were freed from Zenrus’s domain. How hilariously wrong they were, for….my dream was always to remain by their side, even if the malevolence tore us apart time after time. Bittersweet, if you ask me.“ Mirth embellished the smile resting upon Mikleo’s features as he accessed the living-space which detained the younger individual; his fingers were preoccupied with a duo of teacups, which emitted the fresh and captivating aroma of the greenish beverages. The tray was deposited onto the table neighboring the legendary novel; the cover was shrouded in an abundance of dust in consequence to the hundreds of years since it was published for both Seraphim and humankind to peruse. It’s the very connection Sorey once yearned for between the two races, for the latter was incarcerated behind a wall of transparency and unnumbered folklore or myths–it was Mikleo’s duty to uphold those aspirations of his, he decided. Softer, he continued. ”….Alas, they selflessly pursued a journey that few may return from unscathed; I’ve waited for hi–them for centuries upon centuries, and….it’s a challenge not to lose hope, especially when it’s not guaranteed their memories shall resurface. However, Sorey….I do appreciate your words, regardless of whether the person I’m searching for may truly come back to me, or not. Thank you….“

”….There’s no need to thank me, Mikleo; I’m just grateful to know a person as kind-hearted as you. It may sound cliché, but….it’s almost like a “red string of fate” brought us together, you know? I mean, for months had I wandered throughout this kingdom attempting to unearth my purpose–the fellow Seraphim wouldn’t even glance in my direction, nor would they provide any assistance to somebody without memories a whole. It was….lonely, needless to say.“ Briefly had the former Shepherd paused his statement to place the teacup closest to bridge of his lower lip, and the aforementioned pleasant aroma infiltrated his nostrils like a harmonious breeze–the taste itself was comparable as it kissed Sorey’s tongue, which encouraged him to drone quietly and smile in Mikleo’s direction, as if bestowing upon him silent applause for the delectable beverage. ”….Then, Mikleo….I met you, and abruptly had that loneliness of mine perish into nothingness–one could say our encounter was predestined, even. Or, perhaps your eloquent writing has inspired me to believe such a concept. Either way, I’m glad I was reincarnated as a member of the Seraphim–or else I’d never be able to spark a conversation with you, as a common human. Still, I wish my memories weren’t such a blurr….Who was I within my past life, exactly? Hopefully, one of these days….I’ll be able to discover that truth.“

I know you will, Sorey–after all, you’re still as much of an idealist as you were centuries ago. Naturally were those words not mentioned orally in consequence to the unawareness of their everlasting bond, imprisoned within those memories Sorey has implored so eagerly for–however, the elder one was incapable of suppressing the wistfulness which shaped upon his expression through a pair of half-lidded eyes and the gentlest smile; Mikleo was positive it would ultimately disenthrall and give birth to his less desirable state, still haunted by the weaknesses he exposed to his former companion upon their one-sided reunion. Instead, a sigh was exaggerated and Mikleo spoke with his traditional forte; composed, however the remedy was also flecked by a sense of derision. ”….Well, I plan to journey throughout the continent in search for new material for my forthcoming book; the “Legends of the Shepherd, the Four Trials”–it’s something you’ll enjoy, I’m sure. Many had advocated the possibilities of a Seraph’s memories returning if they were to revisit locations they were accustomed to as a human, and henceforth, I’d….make no objections if you were to accompany me on my quest, per se–“ The remainder of his sentence was left unspoken for fingers were abruptly captured by the starry-eyed Sorey–previously, the teacup was deposited haphazardly upon the ligneous platter and threatened to collapse with the smallest movement. Fleetingly, Mikleo’s heartbeat had frolicked due to the action; he’s nearly disremembered of the warmth which envelops Sorey like sunlight, the discrete trait that impelled the snow-haired man to fall so hopelessly for him. "S-Sorey….?”

“….I’m never going to abandon you, Mikleo–that’s the decision I’ve come to, and one I shall not back out on. Alright?” His benevolent words enforced the grin to manifest upon Sorey’s features and thereafter, ushered his elder friend onto both feet to continue with his previous statement, whilst their palms were strengthened into a study grip–much to the discernible embarrassment of Mikleo, who was peppered by the vibrant hue of crimson from front to earlobes. It was extraordinary how a simple gesture could cast an unconquerable flame to engulf his heart, like Sorey’s appearance alone had torn these passionate feelings asunder–the impulse to lure him into an everlasting kiss, to fasten the bond severed by the ruthless centuries which purloined Sorey’s golden memories. Fleetingly, Mikleo vowed their lips establish contact between one another until the former Shepherd released the fingers and took a step back. “….Now, c'mon–let’s forget about this solemn atmosphere and investigate some more ruins–ah, the Ruins of Marlind are nearby, right? I wanna go!” Starry-eyed again; it appeared the childishness he possessed as a human refused to disappear as well–after all, it wouldn’t be “Sorey” if not for the existence of antiquated civilizations and relics of an era beyond their imaginations. However, this had influenced the small laughter to escape Mikleo’s pursed mouth, and he answered with the gentlest nod. Sorey’s eyes shined brighter, if at all possible. “….Woo-hoo! I can’t wait to explore every inch of this realm with you, Mikleo! It’ll be like a new adventure, you know?”

“….Very well, Sorey.” And thank you.

For them to arrive within the aforementioned town of Marlind would require a handful of days, and therefore had Mikleo prepared for the forthcoming journey by organizing a satchel filled with certain necessities–such as spare garments and ingredients for dishes that appealed to Sorey’s discrete taste (it’s acknowledged that Seraphim needn’t fret over satisfying their non-existent ravenousness, however they have grown accustomed to humankind’s lifestyle and hence, they follow through with it). Earnestly had the previous Shepherd awaited for his companion neighboring the entrance of the dilapidated establishment, whilst he released a sequence of enthusiastic drones and tapped the back of his heel against the ligneous floorboard beneath. The door was unlatched upon Mikleo’s emergence from the living-room and subsequently, their departure from the forsaken cottage within the midst of the greenwood kindle the beginning of the “adventure” Sorey had yearned for. The breeze of a midsummer caressed his spine like an elegant melody–one, in which, he’s grown accustomed to, for the young Seraph’s expression was conquered by a mammoth grin; it radiated brighter than that of diamonds, Mikleo thoughtlessly noted. Ahead, a cliff embellished by the wildflowers of indigo and paler hues had tempted the duo toward it, or rather….to disclose the magnificent lands which co-existed all around them, an enchantment which Sorey fell victim too. Undoubtedly, the world had transformed during the near millennium wherein he was imprisoned by the depths of slumber–however, its beauty never faded once; Mikleo knew that personally, for he’s braved several lifespans of traveling across each kingdom to preserve the dream he’s always shared with Sorey. Yes, to ensure the legacy of “Shepherd Sorey” is kept alive by protecting this realm he treasured so much with all of his strength. Mikleo’s gaze was summoned by the mountains which lied in the distance and enwrapped by the firmament’s mist–it was comparable to a wondrous piece of artwork, and a smile briefly manifested upon his rose-kissed features. “….Isn’t it amazing, Mikleo?” He overheard Sorey murmur.

“….It truly is, Sorey.”

Thereafter, Mikleo’s eyes were imparted upon the sun’s embodiment who continued to observe the infinite grasslands encompassing them–unbeknownst to Sorey, he resembled that of a champion who’s returned from a long-established battleground and stood upon this ledge like he’s triumphed over hundreds of them. Although he was no longer chaperoned by that sword which liberates those haunted by the malevolence, his courageousness lived on within the generations of new Shepherds whom fight on behalf of his legacy. However, not once had Mikleo allied himself with those aspiring heroes–after all, he’s always waited for the return of he, whom he referred to as his “one and only”–the individual who brightened the world of desolation that has erected around him with a mere smile. It’s doubtful whether Sorey shall achieve his memories of the grand adventure he, as well as his legion of close companions, once embarked on–let alone, the childhood he and Mikleo spent together, investigating relics from a bygone time and thus, heeding the morals inscribed into the “Celestial Record”. Regardless, they were still attached to one another by some divine force….perhaps, the reddened knot Sorey had formerly described to him? Either way, fate itself has already prophesied this pair would remain together until the conclusion of time–as Seraphim, it wasn’t an impossible feat. The emotions which flourished within Mikleo needn’t be returned by the younger one, for he simply didn’t wish to collapse into that void of loneliness again–his heart, however, spoke differently; the three-worded concept that has danced alongside him since his initial encounter with Sorey.

I love you, Sorey. Those feelings of mine won’t change in a hundred years, nor a thousand. You may have forgotten all that we’ve braved through together–from the good, and the bad, but….I’m not afraid to forge new memories with you, my dearest. After all, our journey….it never truly ended, did it?

“….Let’s set off for Marlind now, Sorey.”

#sorey #mikleo #sormik #tales of zestiria #toz #leo's writing #IM NERVOUS I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS HNNN

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wildhybrid · 8 years ago

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A couple more ToZX ep 21 issues...

In my last post I mentioned I had a couple other issues I meant to cover, so let’s get right to it. However, be warned that a lot of this is me dumping out salt specifically as a Dezel fan with important canon references to Rose and Zaveid. There will be game spoilers in this post and it’s going to get long. Also, nothing here will be shipping related.

On the whole, ToZX has been lenient about letting characters live who died in the game. Mason, Mayvin, Maltran, Dezel... They’re all still alive at this point. Though, really, with the way the story and the histories/roles of these characters shifted, none of them have a real reason to die now, either.

The one I still worry about, however, is Dezel, and that’s even though his revenge plotline was basically given over to Rose and the whole thing has been resolved. His death in the game, after all, was the only way he could save Rose from a bad situation that he got her into via his stubborn quest for vengeance. He died because he screwed up, but also because he cared about her more than he cared about himself and (I believe) because the Shepherd needed his Squire more than he needed a self-proclaimed “crummy seraph” like Dezel. Part of the emotional impact also came from the fact that it wasn’t Symonne who was responsible for the fall of the Windriders and Lafarga’s passing, but because Dezel was an angel of death who’d accidentally brought misfortune upon his beloved family of mercenaries via his backwards blessing. Essentially, Dezel had wasted much of the last five years of his life, obsessing over his grudge against Symonne and using Rose, and in the end he felt like the only good, worthwhile thing he ever did was to die for Rose’s sake. ( Of course, by Rose’s own account, she didn’t feel this was necessarily true.)

All these things have been taken away from the ToZX version of Dezel, save for the fact that he has still been using Rose as a vessel to keep himself anchored against Malevolence (with some influence over her career choices possible, but with no apparent actual possession with full control of her actions). At the same time, the series has now felt it necessary to have him suggest that the Squires attempt armatization when, for some reason in this version of canon, it’s far too dangerous even for someone like Rose, who possesses a naturally high level of resonance. (Something I’ve been feeling pretty salty over because I can’t help but think this was done to make sure the Squires are on par with one another.) My concern now is that forced armatization, whether because it’s done out of desperation in a dire moment or because he’s being impatient and violent, is how Dezel will die.

If Dezel perishes attempting to armatize with Rose (or just perishes, period, for any reason at all), there will very little emotional impact to this, partially because this series has done fuck all to really build a solid dynamic between the two. Certainly, Dezel is interested in keeping Rose safe and, yes, she has turned to him when in need of answers to questions about some subjects. Yet for as great as it was for Dezel to flat out admit how long he’d been around when asked, there was never anything to follow that up with. And one would think that, at some point, Rose would have a lot of questions about when Dezel first showed up, why he was there, etc. and so forth. Hell, the other characters know more than Rose does on these matters; she was never present when a couple of brief conversations took place about Dezel’s personal history. (Of course, this is also how it was in the game, but specifically due to the fact that Dezel asked the others not to spill the beans. In the anime, there’s absolutely no reason at all for the truth to be kept hidden and thus this is yet another opportunity the series hasn’t capitalized on.)

Dezel’s interactions with the others have also been limited, hardly enough to really create an emotional impact. Part of my problem with ToZX involves the lack of endearing character interactions/moments and overall charm the game delivers, and not having Dezel involved with activities like teaching Mikleo to windstep or discussing birds with Lailah or agreeing to help Sorey learn to use pendulums has left his character as just this stand-offish guy with a penchant for lashing out when pissed off or when Rose or the weak are threatened. (Hell, it hasn’t even been revealed at all that he’s blind. Or is he even blind at all in this version? It’s an important aspect of the character and we can’t even be sure at this point that it’s even a thing, anymore.) Don’t get me wrong, I’ll be mad as hell if he dies before this trainwreck of a series is over, emotional investment or no, because at this point why do it all? JUST LET THE POOR BASTARD LIVE. At the same time, lack of reasons for it won’t be my only source of salt because they won’t have even bothered to make it count emotionally.

Secondly, this business with Zaveid...

In the lazily done montage of character interactions in the second half of episode 21, we see Edna, Zaveid and Dezel sitting up on some old ruins remains together. Zaveid and Dezel are drinking, and Zaveid puts an arm around Dezel’s shoulders. There’s no dialog between them and all we get after is Sorey wondering if they’re old friends.

No, ToZX, you do not get to do this.

Honestly, this entire set of scenes was poorly done on the whole because so much of it was unearned and rushed as hell (not mention lazy due to just being the closing of season one), but I’m especially mad over Dezel and Zaveid because 1) they should have history with one another that could’ve been explained at some point and wasn’t (yay more wasted series potential) and 2) for anyone who’s seen the ToZ DLC skits, this bit with them is honestly a whole lot of nothing.

For anyone who gives a damn about having Dezel and Zaveid together with the others at the same time, the DLC skits were helpful in providing that. Granted, they’ll never be quite enough to even begin to cover all that could be done, but at least they feature the wind seraphim holding actual conversations with each other and the rest of the crew. Meanwhile, ToZX has yet to even have them talk to one another or even engage in group discussions at the same time (and no, I’m not counting that word game skit that served as the next episode preview).

I do want to think that at some point in the remaining few episodes, we’ll get something specifically Dezel and Zaveid related. A conversation meaningful specifically to them, a moment of back-to-back fighting where they take on some hellions together and it’s clear that they’ve done this before or that Dezel’s learned Zaveid’s fighting style well. Something with some actual substance. At the same time, my faith in ToZX is so down the tubes right now that I’m not sure we will. This series has long since taken to wasting time with a lot of things that don’t really matter, that don’t develop most of the characters and their relationships in a satisfying way or even advance the plot in an efficient manner. It’s damned disappointing and a source of frustration for me as a ToZ fan.

But I don’t know. I guess we’ll see, as part of this could be salt for nothing. I’m just not holding my breath in the meantime.

#tales of zesteria the x #dezel #zaveid #rose #spoilers #fandom discussion #episode analysis

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sylphistiasymptom · 1 year ago

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Some Demon! Dezel & Zav doodles….

Faun/Baphomet-Inspired Dezel and Incubus Zaveid.

#tales of zestiria #zestiria #dezel #dezel my beloved #zaveid #Zaza zestiria

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8bittheatrics · 8 years ago

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*long, drawn out sigh* Aight. Let’s go.

Hey Vivia Subterranean Aqueduct. You’re only like 17 episodes late. Glad they remembered you existed. Still really not into this plot point. Also, is it just me, or would Game Alisha be a bit more flexible in her idealism? It could just be that I’ve been writing her as heavily affected by political climate in the Tales of IX AU since she rules the kingdom, but I feel like Alisha would and should understand that while she can strive for “no one dies,” it’s in no way an absolute/a guarantee. Idk, I just don’t like how they’ve been writing her character. Please refer to last week’s post for that rant. (This, of course, is all without even counting the fact that there’s no way in hell this large a section of the Hyland army would be fighting against Alisha. Justice for my knight daughter, goddamnit. Pretty sure she was pretty widely beloved in the game.)

Bored. Bored. “The dragon cannot be purified. Edna, Zaveid, and even Lailah said so. But it’s not that the dragon cannot be purified... I think it’s because there was no Shepherd who could take on the dragon’s Malevolence.” ...I’m listening. Most of me is yelling that you’re incorrect and taking away from one of the most poignant and painful lessons Sorey has to learn by giving him godlike powers where one of his greatest strengths came from his kindness and empathy while being like any other Shepherd and uuuuugh, buuuuut the part of me that desperately needs 10000 Eizen Lives AUs is totally listening.

Lailah, you can’t just claim Sorey’s matured. Sorey hasn��t changed much at all. We haven’t seen anything. I miss my sunshine child. This isn’t my baby.

That whole scene between Alisha, her father, and Bartlow would’ve been a lot better if Bartlow actually deserved this level of deceptive villainy (and if I didn’t laugh my ass off at his jump). This plot honestly could’ve been pretty cool...if it had been clearly in play since the beginning. This is the kind of thing that needs hints, foreshadowing, buildup. Show me Bartlow revealing himself as a competent villain. Show me Alisha rebuilding rapport with the soldiers against her. Show me, anime. That’s writing rule number one, and you have the best platform to do that.

But hey, fuck yeah watersthetic and Rising Up. And that bit with Rose and Alisha, god bless.

Oh hey, Symmone. Looks like they finally remembered the actual antagonists. Lord, the anime’s pacing is making the game’s look perfect.

Five more episodes.

#8bit talks about zestiria the x #zestiria x ep 20 #i did get a laugh out of the whole 'my dad is better than your dad'-esque banter betwen alisha and rose in the preview skit #at least the episode didn't actively make me angry?#as questionable as the dragon purification was #at least the scene was pretty nice #and they kind of remembered that hey yeah mikleo is super important to sorey he should be here for this #especially since APPARENTLY there was a chance he could die #remember back in the day when mikleo pretty much said if he was gonna die it was gonna be at sorey's side or not at all?#i'd like to think it's the same for sorey

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sylphistiasymptom · 1 year ago

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Dezel bag

And a tiiiiny bit of Zav :)

#tales of zestiria #zestiria #dezel #dezel my beloved #*barks*#*cries in a corner*#*whimpers*#he can step on me #zaveid #ZAH-VEID(?!?!)

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pengiesama · 6 years ago

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A Cat-astrophic Curse (Fic, Sorey/Mikleo)

Title: A Cat-astrophic Curse Series: Tales of Zestiria Pairing: Sorey/Mikleo

Summary:

“I have my doubts that Little Miss Hotpants meant for it to turn out this way. If she even had a gameplan in the first place.” “My plan is to go out and play with Mikleo!” kitty-Sorey announced proudly. “And then we’ll read together and eat Mikleo’s de-lic-ious treats and cuddle all night!” Edna rose one critical eyebrow at kitty-Sorey. “Are we a hundred percent positive that she actually did anything to him at all?” she asked flatly.

In which a cunning villain turns the Gentle Shepherd into a Japanese cartoon cat mascot.

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“What’s on the menu for today?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see. Go back to the tent and read, and I’ll bring it over once it’s finished.”

“Well, now you’ve gotten me all curious, so there’s no way that I can just go and read. C’mon, Mikleo, tell meeee…”

“It’s a new recipe! Telling you anything about it would jinx it.”

“Everything you make is amazing. But I think this recipe could maybe use a little bit of extra spice while you stir…”

And then the tickling started. It was an altogether entirely revolting display. Symonne scowled down at the heartwarming scene beneath her feet, mulling over how to best destroy it.

Symonne had initially been perched atop a nearby cliff face, for it was the highest point in the area, and to properly loom menacingly over one’s unsuspecting prey one needed to be at the highest point in the area. But it was also a little bit too far away for her to see or hear anything, which was also an important aspect of looming and menacing, so she had to move to a nearby tree instead. She managed to climb up it well enough, but didn’t really know how to get down. The bark scratched her, there were bugs, and tweety little birds and fluffy forest animals. Leaves and twigs were stuck in her hair. And now the Shepherd and that water seraph were flirting and canoodling and being generally loathsome right in front of her.

All these various inconveniences compounded on Symonne’s psyche, upsetting its delicate (and questionable) balance, and drove her to a single conclusion:

She needed to kill them both immediately.

There was the matter of her master’s wishes to consider, but...Symonne squinted and thought back. She kind of forgot what her master was going for with this Shepherd. In fact, she couldn’t really remember the last time she got a specific and direct order about performing acts of chaos and various mischiefs. Her master had always been rather hands-off with his management of his loyal followers. He just kinda let them do whatever, and then wandered off to stand in a single spot in the middle of a field for weeks at a time. It was nice on paper, and allowed her a lot of artistic freedom, but sometimes she felt that she could do with a bit more direction. She would have to remember to bring this topic up in her next employee evaluation.

“S-sorey! S-stop! You’re going to make me spill everything everywhere!”

“I can’t help it, Mikleo! I’ve been possessed by the dreaded Tickle Hellion! Remember me as the man I was, not the man I have become!”

That laughter. Those kissy noises. This would all end now.

Symonne raised her wand, and began to wind up an incantation. She would addle that Shepherd’s mind, make that water seraph of his look like a delicious and irresistible treat to devour, and -- when he’d eaten his beloved whole -- she would restore to him his senses and allow him to fall to despair. A perfect plan, and one that surely would have worked flawlessly if not for the rogue falling apple that dropped from its branch squarely onto Symonne’s head. It disrupted her concentration, and also disrupted her balance, causing her to plummet to the forest floor below, screeching and firing off magic all the while.

Sorey and Mikleo’s romantic interlude was thus interrupted by a falling, screaming, spellcasting, disturbingly-half-dressed visitor. They barely had half a moment to take in the situation when one of her spells ricocheted off a rock and hit Sorey square in the chest. He was enveloped in a cloud of sparkly pink smoke, obscuring him completely from view. Mikleo let out a frantic, panicked shout of Sorey’s name, and dove into the cloud to try and retrieve him before whatever wicked curse Symonne wrought took its hold.

The commotion brought the rest of the team running, abandoning their foraging efforts to rush back to the campsite. Rose reached the site first -- she prepared herself for the worst: to be greeted by swarms of hellions, a squadron of soldiers, the sight of Sorey’s crumpled, bloodied body in Mikleo’s arms. But she could not have expected the sight of what truly awaited her.

“Hey, hey--! You’re back, you’re back!”

Rose stared as a tiny cat-like creature toddled up to her feet. Its pure white fur was accented by black whiskers, and a big blue bow jauntily bounced on its head as it hopped up and down in front of her. She would have written it off as just another oddity of this new Squire gig, some sort of distant normin relative, but…

That mop of mussed brown hair atop the creature’s head was eerily familiar. And this tiny creature was dressed in a perfect, equally tiny replica of Sorey’s clothes. The complicated cloak, those goofy feather earrings, the whole shebang. And the real Sorey was nowhere to be seen in their camp.

Mikleo -- the resident expert on all things Sorey -- was busy binding an unconscious Symonne to a tree with a sort of manic, frantic determination. He seemed so engrossed in the effort that Rose almost felt that she shouldn’t bother him. But, considering the situation, she really had to bother him. She coughed lightly, and Mikleo’s head whirled to stare at her; his eyes wild.

“...,” Rose began. “...uh. What’d we miss?”

“Mikleo was making us dessert, and I was tickling him!” the kitty-Sorey squeaked out. “It looked sooooo tasty, and Mikleo is so so so pretty--!”

“Uh-huh,” Rose replied. This kitty-Sorey seemed to have the same general thought processes as the normal Sorey, if a bit higher-pitched. “And then what?”

“And then there was a biiiiig crash, BOOM! And then all this pink glitter, and I got little!”

Which was Symonne’s doing, no doubt. Rose walked over to where Mikleo had secured her. She heard the rapid patter of tiny feet behind her as she went.

“I’m guessing you haven’t gotten any info from her,” Rose observed. She cautiously reached out to turn Symonne’s head enough to bring the big bump on it into better view. “She’s out like a light.”

“I... I should have been more careful,” Mikleo managed to get out. His body looked like it was wound up so tight, it was a wonder he could even breathe. “I was distracted and didn’t hear her coming, I didn’t shove Sorey out of the way quickly enough, I…”

His despair was interrupted by the intervention of kitty-Sorey pattering up and nuzzling his chin against Mikleo’s knee -- with Mikleo crouched on the ground, it was the tallest part of him that kitty-Sorey was able to reach. kitty-Sorey made a soft noise, and raised his stubby little arms in the air until Mikleo picked him up -- carefully, gently, as if he was cradling something infinitely precious and utterly irreplaceable. He brought kitty-Sorey close to his chest, and sighed raggedly. kitty-Sorey made a satisfied noise, and continued to nuzzle whatever part of Mikleo was closest. It seemed to settle Mikleo, and bit by bit, Rose saw the tension in his shoulders ease.

By this point, the rest of the team had finally made their appearance. kitty-Sorey waved both little arms in excitement as they approached.

“Hi! Hi! Hello! Yay, everyone’s here--!” he cheered.

“Oh my…” Lailah murmured. “Sorey, you’ve…you’ve entered something of a cat-atonic state.”

Lailah puffed out her cheeks, trying to suppress her laughter. Still holding her breath, she looked around excitedly at the rest of the team, waiting for someone to celebrate her wordplay. Celebration failed to occur. Edna strode up to where Mikleo crouched, to where their prisoner was bound, and poked at the bump on Symonne’s head with the end of her umbrella.

“I have my doubts that Little Miss Hotpants meant for it to turn out this way,” Edna said idly. “If she even had a gameplan in the first place.”

“My plan is to go out and play with Mikleo!” kitty-Sorey announced proudly. “And then we’ll read together and eat Mikleo’s de-lic-ious treats and cuddle all night!”

Edna continued to idly jab her umbrella at various parts of Symonne. She rose one critical eyebrow at kitty-Sorey.

“Are we a hundred percent positive that she actually did anything to him at all?” she asked flatly.

Lailah’s held breath exploded from her with a graceless, trumpeting wheeze, and she clapped in helpless delight.

“POSITIVE! PAW-SITIVELY PAW-SITIVE!” she announced to, like, the abstract concept of anyone who found her sense of humor appealing. “Purr-haps there’s a paws-sibility that we can break this absolutely a-paw-ling curse on our dear Shep-purred…”

Slowly, gently, Zaveid approached Lailah; making soothing noises and sidestepping her in her erratic movements like one would when approaching a bucking horse. He removed his hat from his head and lowered it onto Lailah’s head; pushing it down until her face was obscured and her voice was muffled. She did not appear to fully be aware of the additional accessory to her person, and continued to ramble on; her voice muted by the hat’s felting.

“Thank you, Zaveid,” said Rose. She checked the back of her hand, examining the skin there. “...I think I just got hives from saying that.”

Zaveid gave a cheeky little bow, and then sat down next to Mikleo. His composure was a blessing in itself, and seemed to further calm Mikleo’s rattled nerves.

“Lemme take a look at this little squirt for a quick second, Meeboy.”

Hesitantly, Mikleo unwrapped himself from Sorey just enough for Zaveid to give kitty-Sorey a quick look-over. Zaveid examined his tiny cloak; the embroidery on it so delicate that it looked like it was wrought by fairies, the feathers so small that they looked like wisps of dandelion fluff. He poked his white cheek; squishy and soft like mochi, and it elicited a sweet giggle from kitty-Sorey that jingled like a bell. kitty-Sorey buried his face back into Mikleo’s chest for a moment, then wriggled until he’d scaled Mikleo to perch on his shoulder and nuzzle against his neck and ear.

“Well. I can tell you that he’s definitely the real Sorey -- he’s got the same soul rattling around in that cute little noggin, and the same air about him,” Zaveid said. He scratched at his chin and frowned. “She definitely cursed him good. I don’t know how long the transfiguration spell will last, though. That kinda magic was never really my bag…”

“Who does know about that kind of magic?” Mikleo asked quietly. His hand came up to touch kitty-Sorey at his shoulder, to confirm he was there, or to comfort himself. kitty-Sorey giggled and grabbed Mikleo’s finger between his paws, steering it to poke his own nose. “Please. You must know of someone.”

“Are you in despair!? Do you feeeeeel the agony crushing your heart like a vize!?”

The team slowly turned to look at Symonne, who had woken up and broken out of the rope bindings while they were chatting. Her hair and clothing were a mess from the fall. She wobbled on her feet, and couldn’t really focus her eyes, so she probably had a concussion brewing in her fevered little skull. Still, she managed a manic grin, and tilted her head back to crow with laughter.

“Experience a taste of the magnificent salvation my master will bring to this wretched world!”

“Heldalf wants to turn us all into cats?” Rose asked, confused. “I mean, I guess cats are like...his thing.”

“Ah,” Edna said, making a face. “So he’s one of those.”

“One of what?” asked Mikleo, confused. “A cat person?”

Lailah un-hatted herself long enough to rejoin the discussion. “I think Edna means he’s a fur-midable opponent!”

“Yes,” Edna replied. “And no.”

Zaveid huffed. “Hey now, I’m not just gonna stand around while y’all besmirch the much-maligned name of a proud and noble people!”

“We all know what you think, Zaveid. We know your tastes.” Edna emphasized the last word, deliberately. “I’ve seen the stuff you like on Twitter at two in the morning--”

“Stop misinterpreting my master’s glorious vision!!” shrieked Symonne, nearly falling over in her rage, and present lack of inner ear function.

“What is your master’s vision, exactly?” asked Mikleo.

Symonne’s eyes went unfocused again, and she was silent for a long moment while she visibly tried to think of an answer. kitty-Sorey raised his paw politely, and waited for Mikleo to boop it with his finger before speaking.

“I have a vision! I spy, with my little eye, something that begins with -- Mikleo!” kitty-Sorey cuddled up to Mikleo’s neck again, happily. “It’s ‘Mikleo’! I see Mikleo! Mikleo, I love you--!”

Symonne turned green, and made a retching noise; doubling over as if she was about to vomit all over the forest floor. Edna tsked in disapproval.

“Oh come on,” she said. “They’re insufferable, but that’s just overdramatic.”

Symonne lurched upright, and brandished her wand once more. The group immediately went on guard.

“No more. No more of this,” Symonne said, pointing her wand squarely at kitty-Sorey.

kitty-Sorey blinked, and placed a single paw on his chin. His ears twitched with the motion.

It was the last straw. The last, adorable straw. Symonne shrieked in rage, and in the blink of an eye, kitty-Sorey was surrounded by the same glittery pink smoke that transformed him at the first; obscuring both him and Mikleo from view. There was a thud, and the sound of Mikleo yelping. When the smoke cleared, Sorey was back to his original form, and was cradling Mikleo in his arms as he knelt on the forest floor.

“Are you okay, Mikleo?” Sorey asked, concerned. The big blue bow was still firmly attached to his head. “I’m so sorry; I must have hurt your shoulder when I changed back…”

Mikleo couldn’t even try to hide the smile that crossed his face, and allowed his fingers to trace the line of that jaw that he’d already missed so dearly. “I’ll be fine. I’ll be fine, now.”

Sorey leaned into Mikleo’s palm, then leaned in for a kiss. The shimmering pink smoke floated about them in the midsummer breeze, catching rays of sunlight as it drifted. It showed no signs of settling or dispersing; as if it was content to frame the pair in their own little world for a while longer.

“They...just don’t stop,” Symonne said, as much in awe as disgust at the scene before them.

“You’re preaching to the choir,” Edna grumbled. She turned to face Symonne, and tapped her umbrella against the palm of her own open hand. “So, listen. You’re gonna teach me that spell so I can use it to torment the plebeians that orbit me, or else I’m going to shatter your kneecaps…”

#sormik #suremiku #soremiku #soymilk #sorey/mikleo #tales of zestiria #i guess this is my personal tales of zestiria tag now #a tenderly crafted fanfiction #writing commissions #commissions

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