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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.
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[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.]
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Date: 2011-09-02 03:29 am (UTC)Heh... I guess so.
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Date: 2011-09-02 03:49 am (UTC)[Do you feel ominous chills yet, Mithos? You should.
Well, maybe. Hey, who knows? Maybe Lloyd will come up with something Mithos genuinely enjoys!
For now, though, Lloyd is pulling his car into its parking spot. Look, Mithos! You survived~]
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Date: 2011-09-02 03:54 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-09-02 10:40 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-09-02 10:46 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-09-02 11:11 am (UTC)Of course, if you think of anything you want to do, let me know, okay? We can always do that instead.
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Date: 2011-09-02 11:20 am (UTC)...what is ice cream like?
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Date: 2011-09-02 11:32 am (UTC)His eyes widen a fraction because it only just now occurred to him. Mithos is an angel. But Kratos is an angel, too, and he can still taste.]
Did you... lose your senses, too? When you became an angel? Can't you taste and feel?
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Date: 2011-09-02 11:38 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-09-02 11:50 am (UTC)Ice cream's really good. It's cold and sweet, and you can mix anything in it you want. Well, maybe not everything. Some things wouldn't taste good with it at all.
But if you can taste, why don't you have some? You don't know what you're missing out on!
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Date: 2011-09-02 11:56 am (UTC)I want to have some with you.
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Date: 2011-09-02 12:12 pm (UTC)There's no question to Lloyd's response.]
Of course! Did you want to do that now? I could drive us there!
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Date: 2011-09-02 12:17 pm (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-09-02 12:38 pm (UTC)Well, I guess it's not that far. And... you're right. Dwarven vow number four: Don't depend on others, walk on your own two feet.
He locks the car doors, then puts his keys in his pocket.]
All right, let's go!
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Date: 2011-09-02 12:42 pm (UTC)Okay.
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Date: 2011-09-02 12:50 pm (UTC)It's this way. I'll take you there!
[And he takes off, leading the way, because if Mithos really hasn't been outside that much, and if he's never had ice cream, he wouldn't know where to go.]
Do you remember if you had any favorite flavors at all? For anything?
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Date: 2011-09-02 12:56 pm (UTC)I don't. ...I think I used to like sweet things in general.
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Date: 2011-09-02 01:19 pm (UTC)Then we'll start with chocolate, or maybe vanilla. Or maybe both! Everyone likes one of those!
[And there will be future trips, oh yes. Lloyd's now has a personal mission to make sure Mithos tries every flavor of ice cream there is!]
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Date: 2011-09-02 02:25 pm (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-09-02 02:56 pm (UTC)Feeling extremely pleased with the way things are turning out, Lloyd leads his friend into the ice cream shop.]
Two ice cream cones, please! One vanilla, one chocolate!
[The vanilla goes to his friend~]
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Date: 2011-09-02 02:58 pm (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-09-02 03:02 pm (UTC)Go on, try it!
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Date: 2011-09-02 03:06 pm (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-09-02 03:31 pm (UTC)It's going to start melting, so make sure you turn it and lick all the sides before it starts dripping.
[Now he takes a bite. He's got a little time before he has to start worrying about drips.]
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Date: 2011-09-02 03:36 pm (UTC)[action]
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