This one's kind of AUish. Oh, and please, don't take it as anti-Fia. I actually like Fia a lot. :) So... yeah.
Disclaimer: See first story.
On days like this, so grey with rain threatening to fall at any moment, Ledah sometimes pondered how life now was better than serving Hector as a Grim Angel. Was this, the aftermath, quite as miraculous as his recovery from the incident in Yggdrasil?
Lina was a masochist, going out to play in this gloom. She'd actually asked Ledah if he wanted to join her. He doubted he would have even if the sun were shining. The look he'd given her in response was obviously enough, because she'd shrugged and pranced out before he could voice his answer.
If only Fia would do something similar.
Ledah's distaste for the green haired fencer didn't stem from any fault of hers; it was just the way Ein looked at her, spoke to her, and held her hand that tended to irk the Grim Angel. Even when he was in another room, Ledah could still hear Fia and Ein talking, laughing...
He couldn't bring himself to think beyond that.
Back in Asgard, prior to surrendering his emotions in exchange for the Diviner Lorelei, Ledah had harboured feelings for Ein. The other had seemed too youthful and innocent back then to possibly understand, but as he heard Ein's voice address Fia from below, Ledah wondered if perhaps he'd underestimated the wingless angel. Either way, he regretted having not said anything sooner.
And now, he would never get that chance... because it was painfully clear that Ein had made up his mind. This silent, unintended rejection was something that had no remedy, nothing to ease the sting.
Ledah supposed the fact that he was a bit upset by this was a good sign; his ability to feel was steadily returning... another miracle. He had to wonder, though, was it really worth it when what he felt caused him pain?