stardust
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Elesis reflects on her relationship with Elsword, and the years past.
The first thing she opens her eyes to is gold. Brilliant, shining orange, the scattered pink clouds as the horizon slowly rises. She stirs, reaching up a hand to wipe her bangs from her face (and brushes an old scar) as she slowly sits up, arms tilted back in a large stretch. Taking in the luxury of waking from a good night's rest, she looks around.
Her teammates lay in various positions across the field (weapons gone and faces young), snoozing contently. Elesis feels the wet dew beside her as she grasps for her claymore and, once her hand is contently sercured around the comforting grip (the blade shining silver), she stands, pausing to smooth her hair down a flick of the wrist.
That is when she realises not all of them are there (and they are very little in number). A certain red-haired swordsman is missing, and Elesis forces down a rush of anxiety (she has no right to worry about him, he can take care of himself now) as she scans the area for Elsword. A ringing distant from their camp brings her back to reality; ah, he is simply training. She slips her claymore into its sheath and surges forward, intending to join in on the session.
Only, as she approaches the meadow, she suddenly stops. WIth both hands on her waist, she suddenly loses her vigour the closer she gets towards her little brother.
Because it is what she sees that draws her from her illusion (that delusional hope) that Elsword is still a boy, an innocent soul that needed to be protected and shielded from this world's horrors. She needs to realise that her younger brother is no longer little (the scars that criss-cross across his back and torso are proof of such) and has gained knowledge, knowledge of their world and the people in it.
He has the Elgang (and he loves them with all his heart) and until recently, she was only a fragment of the past. Elesis watches Elsword train, watches him strike the ground, the trees with his sword again and again, moving in his armour with swift ease (the ease that is only gained after many battles, many losses).
She watches him pause and look towards the camp with a soft smile on his face, and Elesis knows just how much the El Search Party matters to him, how much he cares for a violet mage (that still yearns for knowledge, for power) and the forest elf (who was never, ever supposed to love a Nasod) and all of their strange little party.
And Elesis feels a little proud (a little sad).
( because no matter how much Elsword respects her, he'll never love her )