A/N: Nothing great and the characters are probably OOC. .. But I tried, right? Just a little drabble, so, yeah. Enjoy!
Flanoir was a beautiful city. Especially that morning, as fog rose over the snow and ice, and the morning sun cast a frozen blaze on the horizon. The amber glow reflected in the dark brown eyes of one angel. The only one outside at that moment, watching the sun come up like he had for hundreds of years now... That was a sickening amount of years, but he bared it. The orange glow on the ice bounced from the cold surface and lit up the angel's messy auburn hair like polished citrine.
Those eyes seemed oddly misty as he felt a cold breeze. Winter's harsh kiss did nothing to phase him. Sure, he'd felt it tug at his hair, but he was numb to the feeling of any physical coldness, or heat. His two companions were inside, probably conversing about something Kratos didn't want to fool with. This entire thing was ridiculous. Martel was gone, and he doubted she would even be happy if she ever came back. Yuan must have realized that too, as he began spending less time with Cruxis and more elsewhere. He refused to tell.
Kratos huffed, a cloud of fog rising into the air as he let himself fall backwards into the thin snowdrift on the roof of the inn. His arms were spread out, eyes now closed as he just sort of spaced. Off into some kind of dream land where none of this had happened. All he wanted was a bit of peace in his mind, if even for a little while. Just day in and day out of constant thinking, wondering what was to happen next. Would Mithos ever get his sister back? The man chuckled softly, then sighed in a sort of sad contentment.
His mind wandered off again for a while, and he just let the time slip until the sun was directly over him. He opened his eyes when something blocked the sun, narrowing them in an irritated manner when bright blue fringe brushed over his cheek, "Hey, you. Get your lazy ass up, we're leaving." Yuan flicked the top of Kratos' head before straightening and disapearing.
"Must you always be an insufferable ass...?" Kratos sat up, then stood and brushed off the snow that had collected on his body and in his hair. After that, the trio left Flanoir and continued on, trying to make true the dream of their maddened little leader, Mithos.