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Ah, there it is. There's that anger and dismay he was looking for. It lasts but a moment, but it's enough to give him some twisted satisfaction. His lips twitch, threatening to break out into a cruel smile before he forcibly put a stop to it.
"I told you. I told you your idealism wouldn't be enough to save everyone. All that blind faith was a disaster in the making."
It's not as if he had given Lloyd a choice in the matter. He forced his hand and used his own warped idealism to hope he would make the right choice and put him down like a sick dog. Really, it was foolish of him to think he would ever. If you want something done, you need to do it yourself and now it was too late for that. Far too late.
The question makes him raise a brow. Isn't the answer obvious? Ah, but it was equally foolish to expect Lloyd to understand even after all those years, wasn't it? Zelos shifted his weight, casually leaning against the nearby wall as if this was an entirely ordinary situation with an equally ordinary conversation.
"What, are you hoping I'll say something like I couldn't bear to see your sad expression? That I avoided you out of mercy? That I'm appearing before you now because I missed you and I'm lonely? Don't flatter yourself, hunny. You were never as important to me as I allegedly was to you."
Twist the knife a little deeper.
Even if he doesn't show the pain, he knows. He knows he hasn't moved on. If he had, would he have allowed him to stand here? In, as he said, his domain?
"Of course I've been keeping an eye on you. I didn't want to see your disgusting face after what you did. As for why now..."
He gave a careless shrug, speaking far too casually for the subject.
"I wanted to see if you're willing to fix your mistake after all these years. Believe me, I've tried to do it myself but I'm afraid you might be the only one who can now."
" I lost that right the day I didn't drag you out of that wretched- " He snarled, long dead anger sizzling to the surface for only a moment before he settled once more.
" I left you to die after doing my damndest to keep you alive. Beating myself up for it got old after a millennia or two. "
Though 'beating himself up' and 'having visceral nightmares from then on' were incredibly different statements to make. Zelos didn't need to know that though. He deserved better.
(He deserved to have been listened to and yet you just left him-)
A n y w a y
Elbows on his knees, he tilted his head onto an open palm. Gone were the days of some naive little boy in red not quite ready to take on the world; here sat a living remnant of an era long forgotten, an angel and lord in his own right. " I pride myself on being hard to locate considering this is my domain, so you must have spent centuries yourself keeping an eye on me. Which leads me to question two,
" Why? "
Why now, when Zelos could have shown up so many years before and torn him apart ( and he would have let him, maybe, at least in his darkest moments in the immediate after ). Zelos knew what to look for when it came to Lloyd's whereabouts when he'd all but erased himself from time itself, had become something of an offshoot of Origin himself in oral and written record. But that didn't explain why he'd look for Lloyd in the annals of history.
#iirvings#v: ghost#casually throws in zelos calling lloyd that even tho i almost never have my zelos say that word#bc gestures to my hc that i still haven't written up and does not exist outside of my brain#but why not let's add a lil more pain it's fine#tw suicidal ideation#y. yeah that was gonna pop up eventually#fuck what else do i tag this as#tw manipulation#uhhhhhhh ask to tag#im sorry he's awful. even more so than usual in this verse
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Now that earns a laugh, though a quiet to keep from waking the others. That would make all this effort in vain, smothering any chance he could have had before it even began. It's clear however that for once, he is not fearful of her ire, grin still present.
"Of course not Professor. But a refresher is always good, no?"
And she said nothing about relaxation methods.
The huff makes him raise a brow curiously, but he does not otherwise show interest in the matter. There are far too many things she could be thinking about for him to decipher as easily as he does for others. She could be finding amusement in his actions and words, or remembering something from the distant past. It wouldn't surprise him, Raine was difficult to read as clearly as the rest, guarded as he is and with good reason.
When she finally makes another comment, he gave a hum. This at the least, he could give a fairly good guess as to what's on her mind.
"Sure I do, no point pretending otherwise. And I'm not picky either, so long as both parties are on board, I'm happy to share the love."
Though that very fact may turn others away, (philanderer, skirt-chaser, womanizer) he had an inkling that wouldn't make much of a difference here. She was at least, entertaining the idea rather than shutting him down immediately.
And yes, there were rumors that half-elves had the advantage of being both magical and still human, exotic enough but still somewhat familiar. Stupid rumors if you asked him, race doesn't have anything to do with whether someone is good in bed or not. No, his lack of experience with them stems from something much more boring.
"Buuuut, most half-elves aren't exactly thrilled at the idea. Most of them seem to prefer me laying down my life than laying with me."
A fair amount of assassination attempts on his life had been by half-elves for some reason or another. Radicalism, business, simple hatred, take your pick. It's difficult not to feel some resentment there after all that, but he could see the bigger picture. It helped that Genis and Raine were sensible too, even if the former got on his nerves often.
Her somewhat expected rejection still earned a sigh. Seems that tonight would be another dull one, unless an enemy decides to break into the Inn- Oh?
Maybe he had been too hasty.
As her foot seemed to tease him, his expression shifted from surprise, before quickly settling into a lustful gaze.
"Mhm, understood, loud and clear. But you know..."
He stood and extended a hand for her to take, as if he were a gentleman rather than living up to all those titles bestowed upon him.
"I'm not the one who needs to worry about making too much noise."
"Do you believe me to be so unread on the topic that I would need anatomy lessons?"
There's something sharp there underneath the warmth of her voice, akin to a spark flying out of a contained fire, a beast catching his gaze in warning. She need not tell him of her moral stains: something told her that, underneath all his bravado, Zelos was not a man to bed pure maidens as easily as he did those in his usual circles. He was a man first and a Chosen second, but a Chosen all the same, indoctrinated under the guise of Martel's wishes.
She need not worry for Colette, no matter how obliviously Lloyd pined for her. While Zelos wore his impurity as a shield, Colette used hers as a weapon. She doubted the girl had thought much of romance outside of marriage and happy, gurgling babes.
The sheer distinction between the two halves chosen had her huff a breath of laughter. Of course she was stained. She came from the same worldly cloth as Zelos. Genis, even born here, had barely spent a full day in his birthplace.
One half filth. One half pristine. Equal.
She took another sobering sip from her cold tea.
"Not worried, so much as curious. A man of your status likely has his choice of partner. Half-elves are few and elusive in nature. I'm not surprised."
(Unsurprised, or disappointed? Were they so few that he simply hadn't the chance, or had he been choosy? They all were the same, she thought, as if an elongated ear made them otherworldly in bed. Nothing such had been said to her, anyway.)
"You'll have to find a better hook to bait me with," she spoke coolly. "I need no instruction on how to put the pieces together - unless you have a novel approach."
She leaned back in the dining chair. Her foot grazed his, eyes gray and flat, sizing up the meal ahead of her. Would the aches and cricked neck be worth it come morn? Would it change their journey, or impact those under their protection?
Would it be worth the time and effort? Well - that was easy to answer. She was like not to sleep anyway, and someone - at least one - needed to keep awake.
She hummed. She finished her tea, the sugar a cloying syrup at the bottom of the mug, and weaseled her foot up the calf of Zelos's pants leg.
"If you wake the children," she leveled, "you will never see my bed again. Understood?"
#nymfaia#ok good bc i can't stop#actually incapable of stopping#zelos: by which i mean i'm gonna bury my face between ur thighs ;)#can't make sound if ur mouth is too busy amirite#and he's not expecting anything in return!#what a guy#nsfw
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"They're poisonous. All of them."
Her tail curled around her foot as she crouched, staring at the line of flowers that bordered the stone fencing of Meltokio. They seemed to stretch on for miles, colors intermingling as they went, welcoming and warm to all who visited.
Had they not been what they were. It tasted bittersweet, the truth of it: that the capital of their land would plant dozens upon dozens of flowers that would kill even the wildlife that thought to nibble upon them.
Maybe it was intentional. Maybe it was a slip of the tongue, showing what lied ahead - that the city was as beautiful and deadly as the flowers they kept outside.
Her thumb caressed one lily white petal, silky and soft, before she rose to stand, peering over her shoulder at the man who would be getting her inside the city.
"... you knew that already," she spoke, "didn't you?"
"Oh?"
Zelos glanced over his shoulder at her, eyeing her figure as she crouched. It's funny how many people would fear her simply because of her looks but all he could think of right now was how small she seemed curled up like that. He did not linger on her form however, shifting his gaze over to the flowers in question. Pretty, yes, but she was correct in saying that.
He had paused when she had spoken and now turned to approach the flora, not quite touching them but leaning over the bed instead. Many people were captivated by these, he remembered all the times he would hear ladies exclaim and point, whispering to each other how beautiful they were and how many. Not unlike the way they looked at him.
Superficial and ravenous. Entitled and greedy.
And unlike them, he didn't smile or stare in wonder at the white lilies adorning the walls. The second she moved again, his eyes were drawn to her once more.
"Nope, I had no idea. D'you think it's meant to be symbolic of something? 'Cause I thought they're just there to look nice."
Practiced liar as he is, something in his tone betrays the deceit, hinting at the true nature of his words as well as suggesting he did not even intend to fool her with pretend naivety.
No, he knew very well of their toxicity. How could he forget, when it was a core ingredient of one among many concoctions forced down his throat once upon a time? For his sake they said, to help build a resistance they said. Truthfully, he wasn't sure if their fears were ever worth their salt or not.
The city wasn't the only one mirroring the flowers.
But she didn't need to know that.
Thus, he merely turned back on his heel, taking a few steps forward and calling back out to her over his shoulder.
"C'mon then, you wanna get in don't you?"
He twirled again on his heel to face her and continued walking backwards, arms now behind his head.
"Or did you change your mind?"
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The fact that she hadn't yet thrown him out on his ass or had any visible signs of the usual irritation had him perking up rather quickly. Could it be that she was actually... considering it? How interesting! Not that he offered that for a laugh, he was quite willing to make good on it should she accept. Perhaps a bit too willing, but can he be blamed?
You put a gorgeous, intelligent woman who does not care for social status and other frivolities, who is not afraid to put him in his place, who has suffered and still remains strong in front of him (and that is just to name a few qualities) and expect him not to try and work his magic? Well that's just setting yourself up for disappointment.
As she leaned, he did the same, smirk still on his lips and strengthened by her daring to indulge him for once. His fingertips drummed on the table below, smirk growing into a sly grin before he replied, making sure to emphasize in all the right places.
"Why, I can offer you exclusive insight into the benefits of physical stress relief. I also happen to be very knowledgeable in anatomy~."
Zelos was about to reach over to brush his hand against hers before her next question had him halting before he could so much as move, surprised at both the interest and bluntness with which it was asked. For a moment he shut his eyes and gave a sigh, almost acting as if she had caught him out.
Alas, no. It takes much more than that to shake him and shortly after he met her gaze directly without hesitation nor attempt at deceit.
"What, you worried you're gonna be my first?"
That might have been endearing if he didn't know better.
"Truthfully? Wish I could say yes. I'm probably more open to the idea than most but it's not just me who needs to take the first step."
He paused, only to give another smile later.
"So? Wanna take that step, Professor?"
#nymfaia#holy shit @ me can u not make this a mini novel for once#me: clearly u ask the impossible#ANYWAY NO NEED TO MATCH OFC smooch
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that is all my replies! if i missed something feel free to let me know!
#ooc#i would do like a starter call but#i have been feeling icky about my writing lately so i'm#gonna hold off for now until i get over it#i still have a good amount of asks to get to as well so if i feel#up for it i'll work on those!
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Her stuttering earned a roll of his eyes.
"You thought what? That this was special? Give me a break."
The rising intonation does not do anything to placate his apathy. If anything it merely strengthened it as he reached a hand up to his neck and cracked it, rolling his shoulder like he hadn't just thrown her sweet words to the wall to shatter.
'Why are you doing this?'
A meek voice, one he recognized to be from a younger him called out. Before everything came tumbling down and he was still a delusional child who thought he could one day earn his mother's love rather than her indifference. Before he learned just how unlovable he really was by merely existing.
You know why.
This is mercy, as twisted as it is. To let her go before he dragged her down to his level in the murk, where light doesn't dare tread and all you have is your own thoughts keeping you afloat even when you wished you could just drown.
Zelos continued to stare through her and her words brushed past him like an annoying pest. If her ire was growing, so was his. Why bother putting up a fight? He had already dealt the killing blow, hadn't he? Left her to bleed out upon the rug where she sat, drain all that ridiculous idealism about whatever they could be out before it infects the rest of her.
'But what if it's different this time? What if-'
"-But - you're saying - you're saying - nothing?"
The inner child, still hopeful and Alta, trying her best to understand, spoke almost in tandem, forcing his eyes to screw shut, a sneer beginning to emerge at the sudden burst of frustration. Yet the target was not her, not this time, and it shows in the way he clutches his head as if in pain.
"Yes! That's what I'm saying! There's nothing!"
Nothing here because there's nothing to love. Why can't she understand that? Why has he played his game so well that he can fool even her? She was meant to be smarter than this! She wasn't like the others who fell for all the glitz and glamor he never wished for. She didn't just want him for status and power. She could see past that title and looked at him directly with all his countless flaws so why, why, why?
"You're just deluding yourself!"
You are better than this. You deserve better.
"Don't you get it? There's no way you love me!"
No one loves me. No one ever did and no one ever will.
"You say it's not the same, but can you really prove that?"
He bites his tongue from saying more. Saying something he knew he would regret even more than what he already had spat out. The end will be the same, she will be left with a gaping hole in her chest, perhaps even worse as there will be no heroic tale to back up the loss. Just a deep seated exhaustion and a mask finally falling, cracking as it hits the ground.
There is nothing to love here.
I'm doing this for you.
Just as he had done so much for her before. Those times he made her laugh, times he had her back from hostility, times he had brought her some flora simply because it reminded him of her, times when he'd let her enjoy luxuries she otherwise never would.
I'm doing this for ..?
There is nothing here. Not to love, not to even like.
"All you did was make room for another ghost Alta."
The child's voice is gone now, back six feet under the ground where it belongs. Instead a more familiar growl takes it's place.
'No need to lie Zelos.
You're doing this for you.'
He looked as if he were seeing a ghost.
Alta's uncertain smile melted away as he shifted. There was something odd about his movements, mechanical and hollow, as if she would hear herself echo if she spoke once again, and then he looked at her as if she were nothing more than a speck of dust to peer past.
The cautious, fond warmth that had fluttered into her chest stilled, a wellspring of affection beginning to freeze. His eyes were crystalline and sharp where hers were placid and still, as if his own gaze had the ability to hold her at knife point, the blade glassy and clear.
Alta opened her mouth. It closed. It opened again, fumbling with his words and her understanding, with the sudden way her heart felt as if it had been wrung out. She pressed a hand to her chest, as if that would alleviate her aching.
"...what?"
She knew it sounded stupid, so wholly and truly stunned that she had little and less to offer at his words. Her hair leisurely dripped down her shoulder. She felt a chill, the cold settling into her bones far beyond any true breeze could reach.
"But - we had - I thought -"
The hours spent aside him, tending his wounds and tending to him, on his lap and on her. She would be unable to quantify how many times she had felt warm and lazy after he spent on her, the sheer pleasure and comfort his companionship offered.
His love had felt the same. His flattery was similar. But she had never looked upon him at her side - at him bent over her, sounds like velvet rolling off his lips - and imagined him.
Had she misunderstood? Had it not been - lovemaking - ... at all?
"I thought - ... I understood," she said, her words airy and adrift, as if she barely had a grasp on them herself. "I thought... we were -"
(Her fingers intertwined with his in the darkest hour of night, when he dwelled and she awoke, when she brought them to her lips and mouthed sweet things on his knuckles, not a confession but all the same.)
The hand over her chest abruptly clutched. Her eyes focused, wholly disbelieving the words that dripped from his lips, purposeful and venomous. He had always been good with his words, a weapon that needed no whetstone - not when she so easily offered him the softest parts of herself to cleave.
And he had committed to the swing with such ease that she scarcely had time to flinch.
"Nothing?" She echoed. Her chest ached. Her stomach felt tight, her voice high as her composure shook, somewhere between frenzy and fury.
How dare he. There had never been nothing. He might have laid besides others with little mind to his heart, but she never would have let him have his fill if she hadn't believed there to be something - a rope, a thread, a glimmer of spidersilk connecting their beings.
"Zelos," she said, "I - ... I want to love you. I do. I wanted - to - ... make sure you knew. But now - now - ..."
She hated how she struggled. She hated how she sounded, cowardly and weak, stumbling over her words in a way she rarely minded but now wished she didn't. Her lip curled, a pinpoint of quiet falling between them before she finally fought back, her wounded heart pulling forth a shield.
"-- Nothing?"
Her tone spoke for her. How dare you.
"I had - made peace with it. With the hurt. Because - I want to. I want - ... wanted - to make room for you. For you. Not because you were the same. Because you - ... brought me the same happiness. But - you're saying - you're saying - nothing?"
It was nothing? Her voice had been gentle, cautious, a wounded animal in distress, desperate to placate the beast that loomed: but now it was a pyre, volume rising as it tumbled toward the end of it all. The final word came from her like a wolfish snarl, her enunciation wholly lost to her mother tongue: he need not understand what she spoke when he knew how he had cut her.
#aurouze#honestly idk what either of them were expecting#alta and zelos vc: not fuckin this#alta just tryin to be nice and cute and wholesome and#YOU GO AND RUIN IT LIKE AN IDIOT ZELOS#anyway does his mental breakdown turn u on alta. is it sexy#tw suicidal ideation#if u know what i'm getting at
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It wasn't even throwing all those sins back in his face, it was fact. Yes, the road to hell may have been paved with good intentions, but it was still a road leading to damnation. What had they hoped to accomplish? How many people were killed before that group lauded as heroes began to doubt their methods? Too many, and enlightenment came too late. Therein lies a difference between them. Zelos never once claimed to be doing things out of the goodness of his heart. Yes, he lied with the same ease as breathing, but he never lied about being a good person. If anything, he was more than happy to reveal how rotten he truly was, right down to the core.
"You really are pathetic. So willing to show your wounds when you know it can get you killed. I'm sure all that honor will be very handy when you're rotting in your grave."
The deadly look Kratos gives him does nothing. It does not incite fear as it would for most other living beings, but nor does it feed his ire. It does absolutely nothing, speaking volumes of how little anything the other did was actually worth noticing. His words however, do earn a roll of the eye and a disappointed sigh. Seems excuses were still on the menu for this so called 'redeemed' man.
"If those atrocities were said by someone other than me, they would still be true. Merit isn't an issue here, not when it's history, no matter how much you try to bury it."
The venom spat in his direction may as well have been rain as his indifference remained steadfast. Words from him may be sharp, but not sharp enough to pierce his skin. He waits for something further, more justification behind his change of heart and how it suddenly made him higher on the moral ladder for it but was left wanting. Disappointment in himself is not new, but Kratos truly was constantly fighting for the spot at the top of 'most miserable, disappointing piles of shit' list. It makes him click his tongue in reprimand.
"Aw, is daddy dearest upset? Boo fuckin' hoo, my son was too stupid to see through the lies. If only I wasn't such a coward, I could have protected him! Give me a break."
He doubted he needed to mention that Kratos could have looked harder or that he should have gotten the drive to fight back when his wife turned into that monster instead of just lying down and accepting it like a typical lap dog. He may know Zelos' story, but he also knew some of his. Not all, but enough.
"When are you gonna stop hiding behind Lloyd and standing in front for a change? Say whatever you want about me, but at least I didn't sit around on my ass, moping for so many years. At least I didn't use my own bloodline to solve my problems nor did I put all my hopes and responsibilities on the shoulders of a child."
A helpless one at that, one still so blind to the ways of the world. One who still thought there was good and that it would triumph over evil like that infuriating Dwarven saying he and his companions would bring up from time to time.
It did not matter if his actions were just or reprehensible.
"At least I made a move to change things."
Even if that move could spell disaster for all.
unfortunately, even if only mentally, kratos had to concur with zelos’ point there. he was delusional and had spent far too long doing wrong. by clinging onto the twisted idealism of the once saving but now corrupted and fallen hero, mithos yggdrasil. but, his reason to put an end to it had been given life once more upon the steps of the temple of martel ( the hearing of the name lloyd / finding anna’s well tended to grave ): it served as a catalyst that reignited his original mission of smiting mithos’ down fourteen years ago, one piece of his family might be gone but the other ( the living embodiment of their loved had survived ): but how long could one man go back on his word, kratos had exceed his quota aeons ago.
kratos had no need for zelos to try and toss in his face the sins he had committed. was that not the purpose of what he was doing now? to right the mistakes of the past, to have even acknowledged the plethora of errors he’d committed along the way. even if their intentions had been pure, even if they had meant well, and only sought to make the grief of losing a friend well: the road to hell had at one point, too been crafted with good intent.
so the seraphim of cruxis looks at the current heir of the mana lineage of tethe’alla and his expression turns to one that hadn’t seen play since he drove his blade deep within kvar’s chest and before then, since the formation of cruxis when kratos had tossed aside his remaining glimmers of humanity. it was a look of cruelty and atrocious by creed. ❛ these atrocities of mine hold no merit if the tongue that speaks them is accountable for equal crime against lloyd. ❜
they both knew it was true. zelos was no better than kratos when it came of playing a masquerade of falsehood and deceit. the two wearing cruxis crystals inkind held the label of traitor in their own right. the one with sunset painted wings still had time to choose a different course of action, a living future. yet, who was kratos to try and get another to pick an alternative path? hypocritical. he was well of every flaw and defect of his person, of his existence ( who could know you better than yourself? ): however, when weighed on the judgmental scale kratos was interrogated and given a much harsher sentence. he knew of why when the means of deceiving ones own family, one’s own son came into play.
❛ chosen, i’ve much mistakes—much crime, yes, i shall admit. ❜ from his lips spills a venom more toxic than vipers and snakes. language so sharp it could be forged from orichalcum. ❛ unlike you i no longer stage a front. if i be torn and broken i will show it. if this makes me delusional then i concur. ❜
there was no more point in really lying anymore ( to himself or to lloyd ): or trying to hide anything. with lloyd as their same common factor nothing was secret when it came to one another. his flesh and blood had the natural gift of reading people, but only if they’d allowed themselves to be read. still, kratos knew much on zelos ( on his past, on his mannerism, on his life ): things he couldn’t have gotten just from working for cruxis alone. like back when they’d first saved sheena back in luin, kratos thought the same as he did then: his child was far too soft-hearted for his own good. but maybe, a soft and kind heart is just what aselia needed after an era of an ironclad wills controlling it.
#osovereign#v: bad end#you say that as if zelos does not CONSTANTLY want to yeet him off a cliff#or stab him. or fling him into space. anything just GO AWAY OLD MAN#'how does zelos know anything about kratos'#looks at yuan. looks at pronyma. looks at mithos.#i'm sure he heard bits and pieces and put it all together
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we still makin' progress lads
#ooc#SLOWLY BUT SURELY#I AM GETTING THRU DRAFTS#but now nap bc it's been raining a lot and im sleeby#(and my net has been a pain too bc of it)
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Though he was sorely tempted to remind the other that it was merely an expression rather than any insight into his thought process, he instead refrained for simply finding it too pointless a venture. Such practiced words make him raise a brow, almost instinctively looking over the man again just in case he had missed any detail that would give him an advantage.
For whatever reason, the lackadaisical way the gambler deposited various items to serve in any game they chose to play only irritated him further. Or was it the challenge in his words? Some tools were obviously tampered with in the way they precariously wobbled or tilted in one favored direction.
The cards however, seem relatively normal.
But the fact that he had pushed them towards him, rather purposefully, still has him suspicious. Everything about the other is rehearsed, likely due to the sheer amount of people he has swindled before with similar situations. The factor of luck makes him scoff, but not for the reasons the other likely thought. If he put any stock in luck, he wouldn't be here right now.
"Awfully cocky for a blind bat, aren't you?"
Or a not so blind bat if his intuition was correct. The original question still stands, what will he get out of this? Besides the poor satisfaction of beating some old man, there really didn't seem to be any advantage to partaking in the gamble. He is not so low as to thrive off the suffering of the most disadvantaged.
"Great pitch and all, but you're appealing to the wrong crowd still. I have yet to find a single good reason to play and the more you try to push it, the less inclined I am to give in."
The man would need to pull out something truly tempting to get the redhead in a game. Rather than go for pride, perhaps catering to different sin would get his interest?
"No dice? It sounded to me like you were considering the offer."
He ran his fingers over the laces of the boot on his knee. The eyelets were cold and metallic, the black leather soft and worn from overuse. He was due a new pair.
He could afford it now, certainly - but the purchases were more fun on another's coin.
"You make a monster of a mere man," he said dismissively. "A cheat I may be, but only in games. If you don't wish to be touched," Setzer finished, "then so be it. But people don't speak rules into existence without reason. Having second thoughts on saying no?"
He leaned back. With a casual, overly televised motion, he reached into his trenchcoat pockets. Onto the low table between them he deposited a handful of dice, all wobbling, desperate to fall on a specific side; a set of throwing darts, weighted and lofty, their tips sharp enough to draw blood.
And then, from a breast pocket, his playing cards.
They were horrid, well-loved things. The edges were soft and fuzzy from age, like a book that had been pursued for decades, and the suits printed on the cardstock were sun faded. He placed the tower of cards on the table, pushing them toward the other man.
"You see, all of these are simply... tools. In the same way your sword is deadly because you know how to use it, I suppose. But even without them - I still believe that my luck outweighs yours."
Setzer pulled his arms from his coat sleeves. He rummaged through an inside pocket, letting out a hum of achievement as he withdrew another set of playing cards... prestine, still in their box, as if they had yet to be touched.
He put them on the table.
"I will still win," he said. "No matter the odds."
And he left it at that. He fumbled with the cuffs of his dress shirt, rolling one up to his elbow and then the other, the buttons pearly white against the midnight satin. His arms were covered in scars of all depths and varieties, both new and pink and long faded.
He had won so far, he thought. He had lost too much to give up now and stay safe. Setzer let out a long, quiet exhale, carding his fingers through his hair as he watched the younger man make up his mind.
#nymfaia#shows up ten years late without starbucks#when u rly gotta strangle ur writing juice making part of the brain#but i did it finally ilu#convince him to gamble with u setzer#say u got the numbers of many babes looking for a good time
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Is it not the duty of a father to guide their child through life? To warn them of dangers lurking nearby when they can not see them on their own? If your child decides to associate with someone you know is rotten to the core, that will only bring despair and pain, is it not then worth your time to try and steer them away?
Ah, but who is he kidding? Kratos was an absolute failure of a parent. Expecting what should be typical of one is like asking for blood from a stone. Even someone as twisted as he, with no father to ever guide him, not for even a minute, could understand that. As such, his dismissal only earns a brief scoff.
His next rebuttal however, gives him pause.
But before anyone could mistake it for a sign of defeat, the corner of his lip twitches, curling and shoulders begin to tremble as eyes crinkle slightly. And then it begins. At first a quiet sound, akin to a giggle before growing into a laugh befitting of a hyena. A sound that comes from deep within his chest, more genuine than perhaps any laughter he had ever shown and with a hint of madness.
"You think I'm naive? Has all those years of doing fuck all deteriorated your mind? I don't care how Lloyd feels, and I don't care for your self-righteous attitude. But please, do enlighten me why now, of all times, when you've finally decided to stop looking away from the atrocities you were compliant with, things will change? You think one little boy is going to topple the order of things with his idealism just because he has a few people who believe in him?"
Oh, if only the world and it's problems were so simple! All the starving masses, all the abandoned souls left to rot in agony, all they needed was to believe a little more! The answer was right there all along! How lovely! How easy! How ignorant.
"You really think the son of someone who lacks the balls to go against his boss, the same boss that is responsible for the death of thousands of Chosen over the millennia, is gonna do anything? If I'm naive, then you are delusional."
Now, would this humorless joke of a man bother arguing, or would he just continue to run and make excuses?
❛ and, thankfully, unlike you i hold lloyd’s opinion far above my own selfish desires. whom he chooses to associate with is no matter of concern. ❜
hell, it could even been said that across this journey kratos had been given a second chance, a waterless baptism if you will by the words and ideals of his own flesh and blood. the future of aselia would be woven by a young man clad in dazzling red—crafted by a dwarf that kratos owed more than any word in any language could properly convey.
kratos was one who felt and felt and felt. as a mother bear to her cubs he would even lay down his life for those he cherished. for he had done so again and again without rest nor end in four-thousand years and if need be, would continue to do so for thousands more. ❛ naive idiot? throwing stones at glass houses i see. lloyd will be sad. ❜ zelos was such a disgrace of a man. to himself and for his son to have someone like the chosen to call an ally. to call a dear friend.
#osovereign#v: bad end#i warned you this was gonna grow#i could have made it longer but. that can wait for another reply#zelos can go a lil insane as a treat#kratos route may make me cry but HOO DO I LOVE WRITING BAD ZELOS
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i am... slowly finding my will to write again
#ooc#for now tho i go walk doggo#and play game#i tire#but i have written up half of another reply so yay me#also i'm such a slut for bad end zelos#like yes i get UPSET but also#evil zelos. shitty apathetic zelos. 'fuck the entire world' zelos#eats my own hands#LISTEN KRATOS ROUTE IS MEAN BUT IT ALSO JUST. GIVES ME MUCH THOUGHT ABOUT ZELOS#AND HIS NIHILIST VIEW AND EVERYTHING#AND HOW MUCH IT SAYS#FOR HIS MENTAL STATE AND EVERYTHING HARHGLJKADFG#BOUNCES OFF THE WALLS
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Reap what you sow, old man.
"Oh, I'm sure you'd like that wouldn't you?"
Ever the actor, he would be remiss to ignore such an opportunity to imply such things. Even if the mere thought brought revulsion beyond anything various poisons forced to ingest ever did. If there was a goddess she would no doubt be thankful that Zelos did not possess the means to read Kratos' mind for if he knew of his idea involving his sister, one of them would not be leaving here alive.
"Funny though, for someone supposedly beneath you, your son seems to prefer my company over his own bloodline."
He waved a hand dismissively, intentionally irritating the sore spot.
"A shame he is a naive idiot. Seems failure is hereditary, hm?"
❛ shocking. it does indeed have the ability to be self aware. ❜ shark and a spit fire tongue meet tethe'alla's chosen in earnest. the worst part of this whole ordeal was a product of his own making--kratos wondered if cruxis had a good return policy, mithos had no need for such an idiot chosen, they could always marry off seles within the mana lineage ( then martel's soul would once again be in the flesh of a half elf ): truly, nothing came of zelos' continued existence. other than making his son sad. ❛ nothing has been forgotten except your place beneath me. ❜ just another failure waiting to float across the mana currents inside the tower of salvation.
#osovereign#v: bad end#kratos rly out here like: u made my son sad so u are nothing to me#zelos vc: i'm nothing to MYSELF you ain't special bitch
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(insert mikleo booping zelos here)(i cant boop u back for some reason)
He has been booped!
Well you know what that means.
There's a nice puddle of mud waiting for you Meebo.
#1amsong#IT'S TRADITION#also yeah i know :( my boop thing just. broken#took me like ten tries to get it to work before i gave up#and then ofc as soon as i did i could boop and u were there#i now can no longer boop. true sadness
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…sheelos amirite ( i don’t remember the origin of this ok )
"Whoa, check out this handsome thing! Damn, little dude must get all the ladies."
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i have finished hsr 2.1 storyline
first of all, WHAT THE FUCK
second of all thanks for making me cry and care immensely for stupid gambler man. kudos to you hoyo honkai team
i NEED him and zelos to meet. I FUCKIN NEED IT TO HAPPEN and also maybe have him meet acheron too eventually
but also thanks for feeding me more ideas for zelos' hsr verse and confirming i picked the right path for him
would i have any idea what all that meant if i had literally any knowledge of honkai impact 3rd beyond lesbians.......
#ooc#q#hsr spoilers#again not really bc im vague but#me first seeing aventurine: haha look at this loser#me going through the story: /oh no/#me finishing story: OH NO#he didn't topple jing yuan for fav spot but#man is he real close
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ok teehees aside time for my nap
#ooc#when will i return? we don't know#writing hard. bed soft#(but i'm hoping this lil teehee will help kickstart the juice)
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🥺 zelos.... boys.... p-please stop fighting....
HE STARTED IT
#stxllaris#he started EVERYTHING HES#HE STARTED IT 4000 YEARS AGO#crack#but star wife star wife star wife star wife-
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