Not Forever. AlwaysThe path had grown ever harder for us since we had taken down Seymour back in Macalania Temple. We had been branded traitors of Spira; heretics of Yevon. There were few plaes we could go without the risk of being persecuted for our 'crimes.' All because we had taken down a lunatic bent on manipulating those weaker than him. Rikku's home had been destroyed. Wakka's faith in Yevon had been shattered. I don't think Auron or Lulu had really cared what Yevon thought of them in the first place; only that justice had been misplaced. Khimarhi Was still a mystery to me. I can never figure him out. The one who had been hit the hardest, though, was Yuna.More Like This
Right after we had rescued her from a forced marriage, and had escaped to Macalania Woods to recuperate and rest, she had gone off into the Woods. Khimarhi, always the one by her side, had gone with her. Everyone seemed to think it better to just leave her be. No one seemed to be able to find words that would offer her solace. As for me
Zemyx -- Music NoteDemyx was sick of it, all of it. No matter what he did, he couldnt get his beloved Schemer to drop his mask, even when they were alone. It seemed as though Zexion didnt want the Nocturne to around. With every Not now, or Stop annoying me, Demyx! and non-verbal rejection Demyxs supposed non existent heart shattered more severely.More Like This
It had been an average day in the World That Never Was: cold, dark, gloomy, with a downpour on the side. Number IX found Zexion curled up quite comfortable on his favorite couch in the library with one of his favorite books. For Demyx, today had been rough: he was sent on a rather dangerous mission to some world whose name he couldnt even pronounce, got injured, given shots by Vexen [a lot of them], and made fun of by Axel, his supposed friend. Demyx somehow managed to snuggle up next to Zexion on the couch, his head resting on the Schemers shoulder.
Demyx, what the hell
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(Hooray, a Skyrim fic. XD)
A soft groan is the only sound in the large room accompanied by the turning of pages. Crysta just returned to Jorrvaskr from being away on her adventures. It's been a while since Kodilak named her Harbringer of the Companions. Most of the members welcomed her as their new leader while a few find it strange, she was just a new member two weeks before given the title. Njada made it clear that she was envious with the claim that Crysta's friendship with Whiterun's Thane made her a favored candidate. If only she knew what Crysta had to go through with her friends to get the title. It's been over two months since she last stayed in the Harbringer's quarters she calls home. It was late last night when Crysta left her companions, Etrand and his husband, Balimund to have their brief vacation in Breezehome. She had to come back and see her husband. It's far too long. Crysta sighs and takes a sip from her goblet while turning a pag
A Companions' Holiday "Kodlak, no!" I yell, coming in from the cold with my arms full of firewood. Even if I throw the firewood and dive for him, I won't make it in time. I'm about to try anyway when my thirteen year old daughter, Sofie, comes in from the side and scoops him up.More Like This
"I've got him, Papa," she says, lifting the 18 month old into her arms and launching him into the air, causing him to giggle loudly. I breath a sigh of relief and make my way to the hearth, setting down the pile of firewood before turning and smacking my brother upside the head. It's done hard enough to make him spit his ale all over the table.
"Hey! What was that for?" he asks, dropping his mug and trying to wipe the ale off his shirt.
"Kody was two feet from you and about to pull that ten foot tree down on his head. You couldn't have reached out to stop him?" Farkas waves his hand at me dismissively.
"Come on, Vilkas. They've gotta learn sometime. You