Longing
The sound of Crackling fire could be heard throughout the night. The desert seemed to be cool even though the heat was devastating in the day. Six figures laid near the fire in this dark night. Most seemed to be asleep except for one individual. The males Auburn hair swayed slightly in the light wind the desert provided at this late night. One of his hands went through his dark red locks as he looked out into the wilderness of the dying land. His dark red eyes gazed upon the sleeping form of a chocolate haired teenager. Cold red eyes softened upon looking at the younger one's form.
Memories flooded Kratos's mind as he kept looking at the young boy. Memories that made the man remember THAT night. That horrible horrible night. The Night that made Kratos regret everything. The look on Anna's face that night. How scared she looked. Frightened for her life. For her son's life. Even for Kratos's life. The night that Kvar tore Anna's cursed Exsphere. The night she turned into a grotesque monster. Everything was lost. The night she attacked their precious Lloyd.
He never wanted to kill that precious woman. She was everything to him. He loved her to the best of his abilities and would die for her. That night she let out an anguished cry. The cry for him to kill her. Didn't she know what that would do to the seraphim? How much it would hurt? How much he would want to cry for her yet he couldn't. No, she didn't even know he was a seraphim. He knew though he knew she thought something was going on. As he killed his beloved Anna, one word came into his mind.
'Lloyd!' He looked everywhere for his beloved son. Kratos thought him to be lost forever to the Seraphim. He looked everywhere. Everywhere for his son. If maybe he was a minute earlier, he could have seen the dwarf drag off his son and Noishe. However, Kratos didn't seem to be that lucky. He loathed the fact that he hadn't found his son that night. It was something that haunted him ever since that disastrous night.
It seemed he was happy though. Lloyd looked like he enjoyed life with his foster father. The memory of that night. It was such a harsh memory. Seeing his dear son brought back all the pain. The pain of losing his sweet sweet Anna and losing his beautiful son. Looking at the stars, he knew he could never have the past back. He also wished that his son hadn't followed them. What his son would feel at the end of the journey frightened him to no extent. Kratos expected him to feel betrayed. The boy was so naive.
Even if Lloyd felt betrayed, Kratos knew. He knew that it would be bliss for him to spend what little time the man had with his son.
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Author Notes
I have mixed feelings about this very short drabble thing...I don't know what they call it D
Anyways I am not sure if I totally butchered Kratos's character or what. I hope I didn't I hate OOCness.
I was going for a little Oyako when I thought of this, but I think it just turned out to Kratos brooding about the past. D :
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