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martelsnotmypeachWarnings: Spoilers (most likely), fluff.
Effects: Conflicted emotions at first, followed by a feeling of prolonged loneliness being lifted, along with complete and total bliss.
Being around Lloyd's group felt right, after a while. At first he loathed admitting it, even it himself, but Mithos was beginning to like how he didn't feel so miserable anymore.
His contempt for humans was still there, of course, it might always be there--but he was beginning to want to follow Lloyd's ideals. He was beginning to want to give the world another chance.
But... Martel. His sister--what about her? He had been fighting this entire time to bring her back. He couldn't really abandon her like this, could he?
Currently, he was watching all of them. Zelos was being his usual lecherous self, and Mithos couldn't help but snort at that. He wasn't so sure if it was out of disgust anymore, though, and he almost feels sympathetic when Sheena smacked him.
Regal was cooking something for all of them--with his feet, no less. As much as Mithos didn't want to admit it, he found it a bit impressive.
Genis was talking to Presea--or rather, attempting to talk to Presea. As usual, he was stuttering every time a word even attempted to come out of his mouth. Mithos was reminded, in a way, of how Yuan had been toward his sister. Thinking of that makes his stomach turn, though, so he tries not to think about it anymore.
Lloyd was talking to Raine, urging her not to help Regal with the cooking. Mithos laughed, both finding it amusing and relieved that Lloyd was doing so. The professor was far from being a good chef, and her cooking had made even him feel ill before.
Colette walked up to Lloyd after a while, saying something to him. Mithos heard what it was--they were talking about him, how he seemed a little lonely just sitting there on his own.
Mithos wasn't lonely, and he definitely wouldn't be lonely once that blonde chosen became Martel's host. He didn't--
Except when Lloyd and Colette came up and suggested he do something with them, he took their hands with a smile, and for once it was genuine.
"I'd like that," Mithos said, feeling happy when both Lloyd and Colette's faces lit up.
---
[Mithos bolts up, seeming to desperately gasp for air.]
...ridiculous...
[The Dreamberry is recording, isn't it? There's a panicked look on his face before he glares at it and turns it off.]
Effects: Conflicted emotions at first, followed by a feeling of prolonged loneliness being lifted, along with complete and total bliss.
Being around Lloyd's group felt right, after a while. At first he loathed admitting it, even it himself, but Mithos was beginning to like how he didn't feel so miserable anymore.
His contempt for humans was still there, of course, it might always be there--but he was beginning to want to follow Lloyd's ideals. He was beginning to want to give the world another chance.
But... Martel. His sister--what about her? He had been fighting this entire time to bring her back. He couldn't really abandon her like this, could he?
Currently, he was watching all of them. Zelos was being his usual lecherous self, and Mithos couldn't help but snort at that. He wasn't so sure if it was out of disgust anymore, though, and he almost feels sympathetic when Sheena smacked him.
Regal was cooking something for all of them--with his feet, no less. As much as Mithos didn't want to admit it, he found it a bit impressive.
Genis was talking to Presea--or rather, attempting to talk to Presea. As usual, he was stuttering every time a word even attempted to come out of his mouth. Mithos was reminded, in a way, of how Yuan had been toward his sister. Thinking of that makes his stomach turn, though, so he tries not to think about it anymore.
Lloyd was talking to Raine, urging her not to help Regal with the cooking. Mithos laughed, both finding it amusing and relieved that Lloyd was doing so. The professor was far from being a good chef, and her cooking had made even him feel ill before.
Colette walked up to Lloyd after a while, saying something to him. Mithos heard what it was--they were talking about him, how he seemed a little lonely just sitting there on his own.
Mithos wasn't lonely, and he definitely wouldn't be lonely once that blonde chosen became Martel's host. He didn't--
Except when Lloyd and Colette came up and suggested he do something with them, he took their hands with a smile, and for once it was genuine.
"I'd like that," Mithos said, feeling happy when both Lloyd and Colette's faces lit up.
---
[Mithos bolts up, seeming to desperately gasp for air.]
...ridiculous...
[The Dreamberry is recording, isn't it? There's a panicked look on his face before he glares at it and turns it off.]
