I have a lot of homework and projects, so I'm writing to relax a bit.
I don't own anything here
Bokay?
Soren noticed the bright, yellow flowers.
They were pleasant, cheery, and pretty.
The cluster of flowers playfully giggled in the gentle breeze.
The flowers need to go.
Soren abandoned his bench to jump on the blossoms.
He stomped on them, eyes narrowed in concentration and hands balled up in fists. His movements grew desperate, and the scene became a hurricane of dismembered petals.
"Soren?"
Soren whipped his head around to find Ike. Soren inwardly cursed, opted to ignore his commander, and returned to his bench, lust for dead flowers satiated.
"What was that outburst just now?" Ike's curiosity may have been good natured, but it was only making Soren angry.
"Does it matter?" Soren replied, tongue coated with irritation. He did not wait for the hero's answer, and left as silently as he came.
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Soren walked through the army's camp, ignoring any greetings or smiles that were thrown his way.
He had finally arrived at a quiet spot. It was a small clearing amongst dense trees, a pond glittering from its lonely spot.
Soren approached the pond, only to cringe at the corpse staring back at him.
'So this is what I would be like if I didn't have Ike?' Soren mused.
Soren's face was paler than usual, a spectral white, as opposed to his regular shade of porcelain.
His hair was disheveled, the black tresses behaving like splattered ink.
His eyes were crying rubies, irritated red skin radiated from his eyelashes.
Although Soren was so unkempt and pitiful looking, one feature remained perfect.
His brand.
It lay there, on his forehead, laughing at him in its defiance.
Every time Soren saw the cursed mark, he felt alone. The red pattern drained Soren of all happiness, and only one person in the world could replenish it.
"Soren?"
Soren whipped his head around to find Ike. Soren inwardly cursed, opted to ignore his commander, and--
Wait. Déjà vu.
Soren turned his body to face Ike, "Sorry. I always do that to you."
"That's okay, but why are you so down? And you look..."
"Reminiscent of Titania in the morning?" Soren offered venomously.
"Soren, we all know Titania has aged considerably, and she's very self-conscience about it, so we should be kinder to her. And I only meant that you don't look as beautiful as you usually do."
"Is that supposed to be a compliment..." Soren suddenly blushed, "wait, beautiful?" Ike nodded.
"I saw you with Elincia...laughing and smiling with her," Soren's eyes darkened.
"I can't have a normal conversation with my employer? I didn't know you were that possessive, Soren," Ike smiled tauntingly.
"So do you love me or not?"
"Soren, you know I love you. We've been together for almost a year now. I didn't know that if I talked to Elincia it would bother you so much."
Soren wrapped his arms around Ike's neck, "Then I guess you'll have to talk to her less."
Ike kissed Soren, holding him gingerly. Soren saw something in the sky.
'When did it become nighttime?' Soren wondered. The black night was decorated with stars, white lights flickering earnestly.
One star shone brighter than the rest. Soren found the glowing light familiar.
'That's the shooting star from a year ago. The one who carried my wish to Ike. It seems that it rose again to fulfill another's wish. How that star has brought me happiness. That silver plated star.'
I guess we're back to cheesy endings. I really lack skill. As long as they make me happy, I guess. Time to work. Review please.