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Death was not a sight he was unfamiliar with.  His mortal years, long ago as they were, were steeped in war.  He, himself, had taken another man’s life before his sixteenth birthday.  Then came the death of a close friend... then Cruxis, the countless sacrifices... Anna. Well. Corpses were nothing new anyway. Kratos stood silently in the doorway, eyes sweeping the room from behind his auburn hair, as if he were checking for something.  Only when he was satisfied with his search did his gaze come to rest on the small girl in the labcoat before him.  It was mildly unusual for a human to be working in such a lab, from his experience.  No matter how.. “progressive” the world got, half-elves were usually the ones delegated to these sorts of tasks.  Anything to keep them out of the general public. Out of sight, out of mind, as they said.  Still, he let his face betray no emotion, instead studying the girl’s face, coppery eyes almost boring into her brilliantly blue ones. “Don’t let me interrupt your work,” he said calmly, his deep voice echoing slightly in the otherwise silent room.  “I was merely searching for something, but I can see that it is not here.” Kratos gave a silent, apologetic bow of his head, before turning to leave. “My respects to the dead,” he added as an afterthought.

She stared with a silent concern. A corpse was hardly something that really bothered her anymore: she had gone into the death industry on purpose, after all, but this one was…wrong.

There was no human force, or even any sort of force that would have been accessible to anyone in the surrounding area that could do that to a body. Juliette glanced up, assured her hair was pulled tightly into a bun, then began examining the corpse with more detail.

Her alone time with the body was interrupted by the sound of footsteps, causing Juliette to whir around, startled. She blinked at the intruder, then frowned. Anybody who walked into the morgue should have been alerted to the fact that an autopsy was in process (and that she hated being interrupted) and that the girl in the labcoat was mute. 

“Can I help you? Who gave you the elevator access code?”

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THURSDAY PROMPT | Dancing: Who’s dancing and why are they tapping those toes? Can be written in short story format or poem. Original characters or borrowed (Canon) characters may be used. As many words as you deem necessary.   - prompt from @mrfunnybone

Lloyd Irving may have been many things--hot headed, naive, kind, brave and only occasionally obnoxious, but one thing he was certainly not was graceful.  Kratos watched as the young man became increasingly flustered and frustrated as he tripped and stumbled, feet unable to follow the steps laid out for him.

“Agh, why can’t I get this right?!” he groaned in annoyance.  “Everyone told me fighting was kind of like dancing, so why can’t it go the other way too?”  Kratos sighed, running a weary hand over his face.

“Lloyd, I’m fairly certain that rule only applies if you have any sort of recognizable form to your swordplay.” he said.  “I’m not sure it is applicable to your methods.”  Lloyd shot him a dirty look as he regained his balance once more.

“You’re not helping!” he complained before returning to his practice.  “I have to get this right, or I’m gonna look stupid.”  He continued to try memorizing the steps, but quickly caught one foot on the other and nearly fell.  Having been raised by a Dwarven blacksmith, Lloyd had never danced a day in his life--and it showed.  But, what he lacked in grace, he apparently made up for in tenacity, as he kept trying even despite his frustration.  Kratos watched a moment longer with a mixture of amusement and pity before finally showing the boy some mercy.

“Here.” he said, striding over to where Lloyd stood red faced and frustrated.  “Let me show you.”  Lloyd looked surprised.

“You can dance?” he said curiously.  Kratos let out a short chuckle. “I grew up among nobility,” he replied matter-of-factly, putting his hands on Lloyd’s shoulders to correct his stance.  “Dancing was, and still is rather important to nobles.  Your feet are too close together and you’re holding your shoulders too stiffly.”  Lloyd corrected his pose and Kratos studied him for a moment before nodding.

“The steps are rather simple,” he continued.  “You don’t need to move around as much as you’ve been doing.  Here, I will demonstrate.” With proper instruction, Lloyd’s movements steadied and he improved noticeably in a short time.  After nearly an hour, he could at least follow the steps without catching his feet on each other.  Kratos only hoped he could keep up this level of coordination with a partner.

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Later that evening, long after the lesson was over with, Kratos stood alone on the terrace outside of Lloyd’s room, where he’d been staying the past few days.  Leaning against the railing, he gazed out at the forest that surrounded him, not really seeing anything as he thought back to the day he nearly left all of this behind.  It hardly seemed like that long ago that he’d been set to go along with Derris Kharlan and leave this world behind, and his oldest friend had managed to change his mind.  Now that he knew what was in store for his future, he made a mental note to thank Yuan once more. “Hey Dad,” Lloyd’s voice came from behind him, and Kratos was once more aware of how even after four years, his chest still tightened when Lloyd called him by that title.

“Lloyd,” Kratos said in acknowledgement.  The younger man joined him on the terrace and they stood together for a moment in silence.

“Thanks for your help today,” Lloyd said finally, without looking at him.  “I think my nerves are just getting the better of me.  I just want everything to go right.”  He clenched his hands into fists and made a noise of irritation.

“I’ve traveled all over Sylvarant and Tethe’alla, been to Welgaia, been on the run in both worlds, brought down a corrupt legion of angels, befriended the summon spirits and saved the entire world,” he said.  “And out of everything, this is what scares me the most?”  Kratos laughed and put a hand on his son’s shoulder.

“Lloyd, I assure you, it’s normal--expected to be nervous about your wedding.  You’re going to be fine.”  Lloyd’s face flushed and he looked equal parts embarrassed and terrified.  He swallowed hard and nodded, running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah.” he said quietly, and the two returned to silence.  The sun set over the horizon, and the sky grew dark, with father and son content in each other’s presence, making Kratos marvel at how much things had changed between the two of them.  Only four years ago, Lloyd had refused to accept that Kratos the traitor was his biological father, and now here they stood, closer than Kratos had ever thought possible.  He wondered if Anna would be proud of them, to have come this far...  At the thought of his wife, Kratos’ chest tightened as it always did, but his hand went to his pocket where the feeling of cool metal met his fingers.  He hesitated, then decided that now was as good a time as any, and pulled out the small pendant with a sparkling ruby at its center.

“Lloyd.” he said softly, and his son turned to look at him.  Taking Lloyd’s hand, he placed the pendant in the young man’s gloved palm and looked at him intently.

“What’s this thing?”  Lloyd inquired, inspecting the pendant closely, visibly impressed by the quality.  “This is incredible, where did you get this?  I don’t think even Dad can make jewelry this nice.”  Kratos smiled.

“It was your mother’s,” he said softly.  “This was the only thing I managed to retrieve of hers after... she died.  I gave this to her when we were married.  My father gave it to me.”  Lloyd’s head snapped up and he looked at Kratos in awe, nearly dropping the pendant.

“D-Dad, I can’t accept this,” he said, voice shaking.  He held the pendant back out, gesturing for Kratos to take it.  “I can’t take this from you, even if it wasn’t Mom’s... you’ve had this for thousands of years.”  Kratos shook his head and pushed Lloyd’s hand away.

“Lloyd, it’s because this is so important that I’m giving it to you.” he said firmly, his normally stoic face softening.  “Anna and I had planned on passing that pendant down to you even when you were young.  And now... it can also serve as a reminder.”

“Reminder?” “To not make the same mistakes as I did.”  Lloyd swallowed hard once more and clutched the pendant to his chest, understanding immediately. “Dad...” he said, overcome with emotion.  “Dad, thank you.”  Kratos chuckled, and in a rare bout of humor, smirked at his son.

“Just don’t get too attached to it.” he said slyly, turning to head back inside.  “You’ll have to pass it down to your children, and while I cannot age, don’t think I’ll wait forever for grandchildren.”  Lloyd spluttered, face turning as red as his clothing. “That’s not funny!” he choked and Kratos couldn’t help but actually laugh.  He turned back to his son once more and returned his hand to the boy’s shoulder.

“I’m proud of you Lloyd.” he said simply, before turning and heading back inside, still grinning to himself.  He had many years of getting on his son’s nerves to catch up on.  Today seemed like the best time to start.

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Kratos stares at the chaos in horror, wondering how in the hell he’s going to deal with this one.

Lloyd barrels in with Papyrus, each shouting over each other, tracking mud everywhere.

Kratos: “why”

Sans new Ship

“I was not prepared to deal with this today.”

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“I was not prepared to deal with this today.”

Sans new Ship

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Sans new Ship

You all know about SansxKai, aka @lettersfromthepit , the first (and up until now, only) ship this blog has had, but now I share with you another one…

SansxKratos (AKA, @the-traitor-to-heaven )

Look at them. 

Such love. Much sex. Sad angst. Bad tiemz. Moar sex. 

They plan on someday running away to Las Vegas and getting married by an Elvis impersonator. 

“Do you, Sans, take this man to be your hunka hunka husband?” 

Sans shall take on the role of man-kinds worst housewife ever.

“Hey Sans, I’m home.” 

“sup hubby, how was work?”

“Sans. Sans the kitchen is on fire.” 

“haha, yeah. so, grillby’s?”

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Even if you become an angel, you’re still you, okay?

“Even if you become an angel, you’re still you, okay?”How many times had these words been repeated over the course of the Chosen’s journey?  Ten times?  A hundred, or  even one thousand?  Kratos had lost count.

There were times when Lloyd’s incessant optimism grated on his nerves, reminding him that he’d long ago lost the ability to think the way the boy did, and causing guilt to churn his stomach when he thought of how little Lloyd really knew about the nature of the Chosen’s pilgrimage.Other times, however, the words made him wonder.  Even though Kratos was an angel himself, was he still the same man he had been before?  In his gut, he knew that he was not.  The man he’d been before would have never gone along with Mithos’ ideals and actions, would have never participated in the atrocities that had been committed by Cruxis.  And yet here he was.  He could blame everything on his transformation into an angel, of course.  It would count as running away from his problems, but Kratos was no stranger to that.

He wondered what path the Chosen would take if she were to be allowed to live after fully becoming an angel.  Would she walk the path he had taken?  Or would she forge a new one, going against the ideals of Cruxis?  But of course, the thought would remain only that.  A thought.  The moment the Chosen completed the angel transformation, Colette would be gone, leaving behind only an empty body for Martel, and in that moment, Lloyd would see the truth.

Kratos sighed.

What would the old Kratos have done?

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Tales of Symphonia Inspired Memes Part I

SEND ONE OF THE FOLLOWING FOR MY MUSE'S REACTION.

They're all so violent.

Whatever will be, will be.

You're in for a world of hurt.

I don't quite get it, but I got it.

I simply MUST dissect him!

What you have done...is wrong.

This isn't a field trip, you know.

Don't do anything you'll regret...

You should have never been born.

People fear and hate what is not normal.

People...change. For better or for worse.

You're an obnoxious brat, you know that?

I'll revert this entire world back to nothingness.

He probably left to find himself some chicks.

You want him to live in eternal damnation?

Even I make mistakes. I made a terrible one...

And I thought I’d finally earned the right to die.

That is merely logic. People are not moved by logic.

Sometimes running is the only way to save yourself.

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Second Chance - A playlist for the silent angel of judgment, Kratos Aurion.

Listen HERE.

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Why do I feel as though I’m being dragged into something I’d rather not be a part of?

👌 ✎ ▼

Mun2Mun Meme

👌 — I’m not sure if our muses would get along, but I love your muse anyway!

    Let’s get those nerds together and FIND OUT. 

✎ — I love the way you write your muse(s).

    ;-; You were my first ever Tumblr-RP partner back with Hope, and it means SO MUCH TO ME that you’ve stuck around as I developed and settled into Sans. I’m so glad you like how I’ve chosen to write him. I would never want you to leave me!!! 

▼ — I follow at least one of your RPs I’m not involved with.

    That’s because you are awesome and amazing and ilu. Gushing with you on the side of RPs is A++, love iiiiit.

    also @lettersfromthepit , this person right here (AKA Hope’s Mun) know some of our secrets. We must keep them forever. One of us, one of us… >:) 

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So, Kratos. Do you think your son hates you?

I would assume with your initial question being something like that, you must know some things about my past that I am not particularly proud of, and are trying to get a rise out of me.  However, to my knowledge, no.  Lloyd does not hate me.

Though he would be entirely justified if he did.  I have not been a good father, and the things I have done are shameful.

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Is this an ask blog too or just rp?

((While this blog is mainly RP, I’ll still also answer any asks sent in as in-character as possible so long as I don’t get spammed with too many silly ones.  They’ll be a mix of art or text or both, depending on how motivated I’m feeling.))

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To the person who sent in the prompt anonymously, while I appreciate the sentiment and effort, there is not much I can do with this particular prompt without a character to tie it to.  Otherwise I’d only be writing to myself.

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Tales of Symphonia Inspired Meme Part II

SEND ONE OF THE FOLLOWING FOR MY MUSE'S REACTION.

Is it a sin to be weak hearted?

I...I’m going to wait here. Go on ahead without me.

Even if you become an angel, you’re still you, okay?

Is this what happens when one is raised by a dwarf?

In order to change the world, I must first change myself.

Okay, that's enough. You're not allowed to apologize any more.

Wow, that was an amazingly corny speech. Congratulations.

Are you hiding your face because that outfit is embarrassing?

From the moment they are born, everyone has the right to live.

The deeper the wound, the more important it is to overcome it.

Well, in the end, we're the same. Nobody wanted us to be born.

All I want is a fun, easy life. That's it- nothing more, nothing less!

What value does one burdened to exist with cursed blood have?

It's more painful not being able to believe, than to worry about betrayal.

No matter how painful things have been, you just can’t dwell on the past.

I have no intention of becoming part of the food chain without a fight!

What will you accomplish by dying? Nothing! There is no meaning in dying!

I promised I wouldn’t make another mistake, but it looks like I have again…

Sometimes I think it'd be easier if everyone and everything were just destroyed.

I don't have the right to ask for your forgiveness, but I still want you to forgive me.

Not everyone's strong. Not everyone can stand being despised.

I've got no choice but to work with you. Don't think I want to be your friend or anything.

At this moment you have two options:choose what you desire to do or what you must do.

No matter how right your words are, you have to actually carry it out in order for them to have any meaning.

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My apologies.  It seems that I’ve had asks turned off this entire time without meaning to.

They’re open now

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