4 | Dream

[martelsnotmypeach]

Warnings: 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.]

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[redcladidealist]

[Of course it's a good idea, Mithos! What are you talking about? You can trust Lloyd to at least not kill himself, right? And he'll definitely protect you if they get in a crash. Guardian sure comes in handy.

Being rescued by Lloyd, though...]

Hey, Mithos! You ready?

[Lloyd holds up his right hand, still grinning, and there they are, the keys to a car.]

My car's parked to the side.

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[martelsnotpeach.livejournal.com]

What is a car?

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[redcladidealist]

[Trying to explain what a car is isn't something Lloyd would really succeed at. Fortunately, he has the perfect analogy for someone from their world.]

It's kind of like a Rheaird, only it stays on the ground and has wheels! You can use it to go places faster than walking! Come on, I'll show you!

[Already headed for his car - look, it's parked right there! A bright shiny red - are you surprised?]

That's what a car looks like. You really haven't seen one yet?

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[martelsnotpeach.livejournal.com]

I haven't. I've spent a lot of time by myself since arriving here...

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[redcladidealist]

Why? [The question is honest and curious.] Are you worried that people here will discriminate against you because you're a half-elf?

[Unlocking the doors and climbing in the car.]

Here, get in on the other side, then pull this thing over your shoulder so you can snap it into the buckle in the seat.

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[martelsnotpeach.livejournal.com]

...are you sure about this?

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[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd's pretty sure he's already guessed the answer anyway, so he'll let Mithos drop the subject. Instead he grins confidently, almost cockily.]

Of course I am. I've been practicing, so I've been getting pretty good! [HE HASN'T CRASHED YET, OKAY?]

[Once he's sure that they're both buckled in, Lloyd starts the car with all the skill of a pro. After that, though...]

You ready?

[Three... two... one... Lloyd guns it. With a squeal of tires, the car peels out.]

YEEAAAHH!

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[martelsnotpeach.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?!

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[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd, however, looks like he's having the time of his life. His driving isn't steady, and he keeps swerving dangerously close to the curb, and-

Aw, crap, brake brake brake! Screeeeeeeee! The car almost tilts onto two side wheels as it takes a curve too fast.]

I told you, I'm driving! Isn't this amazing? You can really feel where the car is going!

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[martelsnotpeach.livejournal.com]

You're going to get us killed!

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[redcladidealist]

[There's another car narrowly dodged. Lloyd laughs breathlessly. It isn't that he's not scaring himself, it's that he's thriving on the rush of adrenaline.]

Aw, come on, I'm better than that! Do you really think I have a death wish?

Hey, I have a great idea! I could teach you how to drive, too!

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[martelsnotpeach.livejournal.com]

NO!

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[redcladidealist]

[Somewhere up ahead, a light turns yellow. Lloyd sees it and-

Crap. He's still not very good at judging when he has enough time to make it. Making a split decision, he reluctantly hits the brakes. His driving might be bad, but he doesn't deliberately break the laws he's learned so far, especially ones that can have deadly consequences, like running a red light.

Have a brief reprieve, Mithos. They're coming to a stop. Taking advantage of the opportunity to take his eyes off the road, Lloyd grins at Mithos.]

Hey, it got your mind off of things, right?

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[martelsnotpeach.livejournal.com]

...right.

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[redcladidealist]

And you have to admit it's fun. Definitely better than being cooped up inside!

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[martelsnotpeach.livejournal.com]

Maybe if I preferred almost dying.

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[redcladidealist]

[The light turns green. Oh, hey, look at that. Lloyd manages not to peel out again. He's just speeding up at a reasonable pace. His steering's still a little wavy, though. Especially when he looks at Mithos again.]

It's not like you're in any real danger, Mithos. Can't you just fly away or use Guardian or something if it looks like we're going to crash?

[He doesn't know that Mithos's powers have been nulled.]

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[martelsnotpeach.livejournal.com]

...focus on driving, Lloyd.

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[redcladidealist]

Oh. Whoops. [Quick veer to correct his drift. A cat screeches in alarm as he gets far too close and bolts like a bat out of hell.]

Well, even if you didn't fly away, I still have Guardian, too. I can protect us both, so you don't have to worry at all.

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[martelsnotpeach.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

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[redcladidealist]

[Good job, Lloyd, unwittingly rubbing Mithos's helplessness in his face. Completely oblivious, Lloyd takes a hand from the steering wheel and reaches out to put it reassuringly on his friend's shoulder. In moments like this, it's so easy to forget that Mithos is Yggdrasill.

Oh, right, he needs that hand to turn the corner now. This becomes painfully obvious when he nearly runs into a hydrant.]

So, what about you? What do you want to do?

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[martelsnotpeach.livejournal.com]

What... what do you mean, what do I want to do?

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[redcladidealist]

I mean, what do you want to do? We're hanging out and I already picked driving, now it's your turn to choose something to do. What kinds of things do you do for fun?

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[martelsnotpeach.livejournal.com]

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[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd isn't about to have any of that.]

Come on, there has to be something. Don't you ever get bored? What do you do so you stop being bored?