Clack!
The sounds of wooden swords clapping against each other filled the clearing outside Dirk's home as yellow sunshine poured down onto the glade. Energy buzzed in the air, heavy with anticipation and concentration. Two men circled each other, waiting for the other to make the first move and break the calm.
Lloyd rushed forward, clenching his practice swords at his sides. Leaping into the air, he yelled and swiped downward. His swords met a single, unyielding blade. Kratos gripped his weapon, and pushed against the weight of his son's attack. Grunting, the young man somersaulted backwards and landed a few feet away, his breathing heavy and eyes focused. Narrowing his eyes, the angel darted towards the young man, catching Lloyd off guard. Sword met sword as father attacked and son parried, their slices mere blurs in the air. Growling, Lloyd shoved forward and Kratos slid backward, assuming a defensive position as he stopped.
Mind ticking, the Seraphim watched the younger man assess the situation. Inside, he smiled; Lloyd's skill had grown since they had last sparred two years ago. It pleased him to know that even though the skills were unnecessary in today's world (peacetime had no need for the arts of war), his son wanted to continue learning the craft of swordplay.
Launching himself at the older man, Lloyd swung his sword forward, a burst of blue energy heading directly toward Kratos. The angel easily dove to the side, but Lloyd was already there, catching Kratos by surprise, landing the winning blow to the older man's left side.
"I win!" Lloyd hollered into the air.
"So it seems."
Dropping the swords to the ground, Lloyd raised his arms and interlocked his fingers behind his head, panting. "Whew! That was a lot."
Kratos stood and sheathed the practice sword, wiping the sweat off his brow. Maybe he was old. Maybe rusty. He preferred to think the latter.
"You've been practicing."
"As often as I can!"
"It shows."
Lloyd beamed. "Thanks."
"You done out there yet?" Dirk stuck his head out of the kitchen window, his brown, bushy brows furrowed and nose wrinkled in slight annoyance.
"Yeah, Dad. I feel a lot better now."
"Good. It's time fer you ta get ready now."
Lloyd nodded and turned back to Kratos. "Are you staying? Or going back to the inn?"
"He's stayin'." Dirk called out, then disappeared inside.
"I guess I'm staying."
Laughing, Lloyd headed inside and the Seraphim followed. The morning spar had soothed the groom's nerves regarding the upcoming nuptials. And it had somewhat mitigated Kratos' nerves as well regarding the wedding.
As well as his situation with Raine.
Situation. The word assigned too much meaning to what had happened. Or hadn't.
Thinking about last night, Kratos inwardly grimaced. The walk itself had been agreeable. The flight though had been as much a surprise to him as it had to her (if he read her correctly). She wanted to see the stars up close, and he offered a solution. It was logical.
Yet it felt different from a gesture of good will. The feeling of holding her in his arms as they flew up into the sky had stayed with him, even after they parted. And when they watched the stars, they fell into silence: an unspoken understanding that words were unnecessary to enjoy the moment. Their companionship was enough.
Lines had started to blur between friendship and—
No.
He could not go there. Already his consideration of Lloyd's request to stay was a violation of the punishment fit for him. Now a situation such as this...it was a betrayal to Anna.
"Yer tux is upstairs. I ironed it while you were out there."
"Thanks, Dad!"
"Raine says the corsages will be delivered in an hour or so."
"Okay."
"And you got yer vows done?"
Lloyd nodded.
"Do you want to practice them?"
"Um...I'm okay." Lloyd blushed.
"What about the rings?"
"The Professor has them."
"Ok. Now ya need to eat."
"Fine, Dad." Lloyd rolled his eyes.
It seemed Dirk himself was having his own problems with nerves.
"Are we ready to get this party started?!"
Fathers and son turned to see Zelos standing in the doorway, champagne bottles in each hand, an earnest expression painted across his face. Tie and collar undone, Zelos had his jacket opening, revealing the suit that clung to him like a second skin, tailored to show off every muscle in his body. The ex-Chosen's ability to pretend he was extremely vain & carefree was convincing.
"Zelos." Kratos narrowed his eyes at the alcohol.
"What? We're celebrating! The kid is getting married!"
The redhead strode into the house, winking at the angel as he passed. Why was the Seraphim surprised? Zelos never played by the rules. Not that Kratos had much knowledge about these occasions. He had always been on the outside, never a direct part of the ceremony. Even after 4000 years, there was still a first for everything.
"I tried to deter him." Regal said, coming into view just behind the ex-Chosen with Neil, Linar, and Genis. Each was dressed in their own tuxedos, polished and traditional. At least there would be some sort of standardization.
"It's fine. One glass won't hurt." Zelos said in exasperation
"He's right." Dirk said.
Kratos looked at the dwarf, studying him.
"Let the record show that Dirk agreed with me."
"Just once, pretty boy."
"I'll take that."
As Zelos popped one of the champagne bottles and began to pour glasses, the groomsmen congregated around the dining table.
"What time is it?" Lloyd asked, fidgeting with his hands.
"About 10:30. Four hours until..." Neil trailed off.
"That's really soon."
"Getting cold feet?" Zelos teased.
"No!"
"It's cool. That's why you need some liquid courage!"
"Don't worry. I'm sure Colette is nervous too." Genis chimed in, elbowing his best friend. The half elf had managed to comb down his unruly hair and slick it to the left. Though Kratos wondered if Genis had done that or with his sister's help.
"You're probably right."
"Why are you all sweaty?"
"Kratos and I were sparring."
"You would."
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
"Okay, enough of that." Zelos interrupted and took up a glass. Each followed his action. "To Lloyd!"
"To Lloyd!"
Glasses clinked together and silence followed as they drank.
With a side glance, Kratos saw Genis quickly down his glass. The teenager caught his eye, and his face crinkled into guilt. The angel shrugged. He thought about sending Raine a message, but decided against it. It was too late anyway since the teen had guzzled it down.
Regardless of Genis' transgression, the man wanted to send her a message. Share with her the morning activities.
But there was no reason to do so. She had not provoked a conversation, and there was no reason for him to do so.
"So Best Man, are you ready to give your speech?" Zelos eyed Genis.
"Yeah. It's gonna be awesome." The half elf winked at Lloyd.
"We'll see about that."
"What's that mean?"
"You don't have stage presence, kid."
"And you do? Just cause you think you have 'game' or whatever, doesn't mean you're good at public speaking."
"What are you talking about?! Of course I have game!"
"Now that you're not the Chosen, you can't catch a break."
"You don't know that, brat."
"And anyway, the person you want a date wit—"
"Why you litt—"
While the others resumed conversation and the argument consumed the human and half-elf, an urge to be alone overtook Kratos and the angel exited the home. With thoughts swirling around in his head about a certain half elven woman, he wished for quiet to sort through them, push them away, and clear his mind. He strode towards Anna's grave, a somberness settling over him like a dark cloud. In four hours, Lloyd would embark on the next chapter of his life. And Anna wouldn't see it.
An image of Raine came unbidden to him, filling up the forefront of his mind as his eyes focused on the gray headstone. He couldn't consider such things knowing it would dishonor Anna's memory.
"I wish she was here too. I wish she could meet Colette."
Kratos turned to see Lloyd, a sorrowful look on his face.
"She would have liked Colette."
"You think so?"
The angel nodded.
"Kratos..."
"Hmm?"
"Um, this is kinda weird..."
The angel said nothing, waiting.
"Ugh okay...have you thought about...you know...dating?"
Pause.
"No."
"Why not?"
"It would not be right to your mother."
"Why not?"
"Because."
"That's not a reason."
"Why are you asking me this?"
Lloyd cast his eyes downward, his cheeks turning slightly pink.
"I just don't want you to be alone."
"I'm fine."
Lloyd rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
Unimpressed, Kratos crossed his arms over his chest.
"I'm just saying. If you wanted to, I'd be okay with it. I think she'd be too."
The angel turned to the tombstone, silent.
"I'm gonna head back inside. Coming?"
"In a few minutes."
"K."
As he heard the receding footsteps, Kratos meditated on his son's words. It was a kindness. A kindness the Seraphim did not deserve. Anna would have been proud of Lloyd.
Though he was not one for religion, the man whispered a prayer and walked towards the house and the nosies of revelry and excitement. It would not do to dwell on things he could not change. It was Lloyd's day after all.
"How are you feeling?" Raine asked as she finished texting the stage vendor.
"Alright."
Looking up at the bride, Raine couldn't help but smile. Seated in front of the older woman's vanity, Colette looked the part of perfection. Her hair was pulled upward into a ponytail with a pearl-encrusted band, a cascade of blond curls falling behind her neck like the twisted icicles. Pink powder dusted across her cheek bones complimented with the same pink shade on her lips, giving her a the signature color of tulips in the springtime. The paint around her eyes, a sky blue on a summer day, matched the shade of her own irises. If she willed her wings into existence, she would resemble the mythical image of an angel.
The young woman shifted in her seat, biting her lip as she stared at her reflection. The half elf walked towards her charge and rested a hand on her shoulder.
"It's okay to be nervous. It's a big step."
"What if I can't do it?"
"All you need to do is walk down the aisle and say 'I do'."
"No, not that."
"Then what?"
"What if it all goes terribly? What if we..."
The unspoken words hung in the air and Raine saw the growing fear in the ex-Chosen's wide eyes.
"Unfortunately, this is one of those times you will never have a guarantee. There is no point in worrying about such things. If you ever come to that bridge, you will deal with it then."
Silent, the young woman nodded, unconvinced
"From everything I have seen, I am certain you and Lloyd will be fine." Raine added. This was one of those times to be diplomatic; it was easy though, as the half elf believed her words.
A small, hopeful smile appeared on Colette's face.
"Thanks, Professor."
The door to Raine's bedroom burst open and the rest of the bridesmaids clamored in, dressed head to toe in their finery: the pastel pink, strapless mermaid dresses Colette had picked out. Raine shuddered: her eyes were glued to the bows stuck in the center of the waists. Each woman looked akin to a wrapped present. If the bow was not there, the dress itself would have been elegant. But with the extra decoration, it made the dress undesirable to wear for any other occasion.
Taking a closer look, Raine noticed each woman's unique makeup color palette: Sheena's was purple, Chocolat's brown, Presea's dark blue, and Aisha's light green. Each had her hair braided in a half up, half down fashion, paired with a quartz necklace and sapphire earrings.
With Colette's attention on her bridesmaids, the half elf looked into the mirror and sighed. In the same fashion, her hair was half up, half down and she also wore a quartz necklace and sapphire earrings. But her makeup was a combination of grays, generating a smoky quality around the her eyes. Her cheeks were painted lightly with rouge and her lips matched with an enticing red. If she were being honest with herself, she looked rather pretty. Her eyes flicked to the bow on her own dress. It looked fine on the other women. However, it was much too young for her. The half elf felt silly wearing the dress and did not look forward to others seeing her in it. Especially him.
But it did not matter how she felt. This was Colette's day.
"You look beautiful." Sheena grinned, taking the bride's hands in her own, her raven hair tumbling over her shoulders.
"Really?"
"Of course!" Chocoloat interjected, proudly holding two bottles of champagne in her hands.
Raine looked at the bottles but said nothing. Perhaps a little bubbles would take the edge off for the bride.
And her.
Kratos skirted across her mind and rivers of anxiety and disappointment streamed through her. The exchange last night had ended rather awkwardly; even the memory caused her to shudder. Facing him today would most certainly be awkward.
Though that would not be an issue. The woman had resolved to avoid him as much as possible. And when not able to, attempt to only engage him when in a group. She would be cordial and friendly, but that would be it. Usually, Raine was not one to avoid confrontation. If there was a problem, she believed it was best dealt with head on and immediately. But this was a different type of situation, if she could even call it that. It was...unsettling.
"You're gonna knock Lloyd's socks off." The Maid of Honor winked at her best friend, pulling her out of the chair.
Colette giggled.
"Time for champagne!" Chocoloat said.
"Oh no, I don't think—" The ex-Chosen's eyes widened.
"No thinking! Just drinking!"
"Not too much," Raine cautioned.
"Just one glass." Sheena promised.
As the bottle was opened and glasses were passed around, Raine wondered what the groomsmen were up to. Certainly they had less of a beauty routine to ready themselves for the big affair. If things were different, she would have contacted the angel to find out and perhaps share the events of her morning.
"To Colette!" Chocolat called out.
"To Colette!"
A round of cheers filled the air and they drank the bubbly liquid. Closing her eyes, the woman savored the feeling of the champagne trickling down her throat. If this were to calm Colette's nerves, hopefully it would silence the older woman's as well.
As the conversation progressed, Raine looked down at her holocom. No messages. A current of dismay passed through her. But it was an irrational wish. There was no reason for him to send her a message.
That didn't change that it would be nice to have one.
"So Colette, are you ready for tonight?" Chocolat said, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
Colette's cheeks filled with pink. "Um..."
"I'm sure it'll be fine." Sheena assured, glaring at the inquisitor.
"Of course it will be. Lloyd's a virgin too." A tidbit shared during the game of truth or dare.
"Do you have any advice, Raine?" Aisha asked cautiously.
All eyes turned to the older woman and she exhaled. She'd anticipated such a question, and had deftly avoided disclosing much about her first encounter during the game at the bachelorette party. Tersely, Raine had confessed it had been with a human man not too long after she and Genis had settled in Iselia. He was a merchant passing through town and had caught her eye. Of course, the resulting tryst had been fairly awkward — it being her first time — and the next day, he'd left.
Lucky for her, the young women hadn't asked about the second time, as they did not know it existed. That one had been more than a single evening of passion. His name was Michal and he was also a visitor to town; a cousin of one of her student's parents. Although her only education about sex came from the novels she'd read since her encounter with the merchant, those words translated into her technique. Michal had said he very much enjoyed the physical intimacy, and the half elf had no reason to think he was lying considering the many times it had happened after the first rendezvous. That relationship itself was quiet and contained, lasting only for a few months. And then he disappeared. After five months, she stopped shedding tears into her pillow late at night —so that Genis wouldn't hear her — but the memories remained.
Another reason to not encourage her growing attraction to Kratos.
"No matter what, things will be awkward your first time." Raine said. Colette's eyes expanded in fright. "But that doesn't mean it will be terrible. In fact, I suggest the two of you laugh when things feel awkward and strange. It is a bonding experience, physically and spiritually. Sharing your mutual nervousness will ease your mutual anxiety."
Heads nodded, the expressions of the younger women thoughtful.
"That's pretty good advice actually. I'll keep that in mind." Chocolat said.
"You're so wise, Raine." Aisha agreed.
The woman shook her head.
An energetic melody burst through the air. Raine checked her holocom: 14:30pm.
"Alright. It's time to go."
"Yes! This is so exciting!" Aisha exclaimed.
"Are you ready?" Presea asked the bride. She nodded.
As the bridesmaids filled the air with reassuring words, Raine exited the home to see two carriages awaiting them. Both were circular, like pumpkins. One was an ivory color, while the other was navy. After sharing a few words with the drivers, the half elf strode back into the house.
"The carriages are here. Aisha and Chocolat, will you hold Colette's train? I will help her get in."
As they made their way outside, Colette walked forward and ascended the small steps of the ivory carriage and attempted to get in, the many layers of taffeta making it a struggle for her. Moving to the other side and climbing in, Raine deftly helped push the folds of fabric inside, taking care to make sure none ripped. Settling Colette into the plush seat, the half elf arranged the skirts around the bride in an orderly fashion. The ex-Chosen had chosen a ballgown with an off-the-shoulder neckline, making her look exactly like a princess from a fairytale.
"There we go. Sheena and Presea, ride with Colette. Aisha, Chocolat, and I will take the next carriage."
The ninja and pink-haired girl climbed into the carriage. As the carriage began to move, the remaining three climbed into the second carriage and were on their way.
Chocolat and Aisha chattered about the upcoming ceremony, the tones of their voices reaching higher registers than normal as they wondered what the groomsmen were doing and how many people would be in attendance. Instead of joining in, Raine stared out the window, her mind elsewhere. Soon, they would be at the wedding site. Though she tried desperately, the half elf couldn't deny it. She wanted to see him.
However, recalling the memories of Michal, her heart shivered. Although she was frustrated Kratos would leave, it was for the best. Suffering the disappointment of another failed relationship was not something she wanted to experience again.
And yet...
Once commenced, the wedding unfolded just as rehearsed. Though the bride's party arrived fifteen minutes late, causing Lloyd a huge amount of anxiety — Kratos considered texting Raine to ask about their status, but instead suggested Zelos check with Sheena — the rest of the ceremony proceeded as planned. The music began, and a sweet melody from the harpist and violinist filled the air. First, the flower girl skipped down the aisle, throwing rose petals in her wake, followed by the bridesmaids, the first of which was Raine.
His eyes stuck to her figure when she appeared.
She looked beautiful.
Although he never doubted she would. As the half elf glided down the path, taking her predetermined spot at the front, he studied her, ignoring the rest of the procession. He liked the way her hair was fashioned and how the dress clung to her figure.
The memory of her body against his pulsed through his anatomy. With a clenched jaw, he stamped it out.
Turning his eyes back towards the wedding, the angel saw Colette was now at the front, Frank taking her hand and passing it to Lloyd. Both bride and groom wore wide smiles, unable to contain their mutual joy. As they ascended the stairs to the platform where the minister awaited them, Kratos thought of Anna. They had never had this chance to be properly married, though from the moment they'd escaped and she told him of her pregnancy, he considered her nothing less than his wife.
"Dearly Beloved. We are gathered here today to join these two, Colette Brunel and Lloyd Irving, in holy matrimony." The Minister said and continued, "Over the years, you have witnessed the growth and development of their relationship through both the good times and bad. Now, they are ready to take the next step together, embarking on a journey that will last for the rest of their lives."
The Minister carried on and Kratos watched as his son and soon-to-be daughter-in-law grasp each other's hands, eyes gazing into one another's. A small smile appeared on his face; their happiness was infectious. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a small movement. The angel shot a glance in Raine's direction, but her gaze was squared on Colette and Lloyd. He could have sworn she had glanced at him.
"At this time, if there is anyone who wishes to speak against the union of these two, do so now or forever hold your peace."
Silence greeted the statement. Of course there would be no one. Besides, if there were, Kratos was prepared to take matters into his own hands.
"Good. Now, I invite the groom to read his vows."
Lloyd pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and held it in front of him. From his seat, Kratos could see the young man's hands tremble as he began to read. "Colette. You've been my best friend for a long time. Longer than I can remember. Honestly, I don't know what I'd do with you and can't imagine my life without you. I can't wait to see your smile in the morning, or hear your laugh during the day. You always support me, and I'm really thankful I get to spend my time with you. I love you and I promise to always protect you."
Swallowing, Lloyd put the vows back in his pocket. Tears brimmed in the corners of Colette's eyes, and she brushed them away.
"Now, the bride may say her vows."
From behind her, Presea took a step and offered the bride a folded note. With a whisper of thanks, the bride exchanged the bouquet she held for the piece of paper. Turning back, Colette met Lloyd's eyes and then began to read.
"Lloyd. You've been there for me always. Through the difficult times and the happy times. You're the most special person I know and I can't say how much you mean to me. I was so happy when you followed us to Triet and told me you wanted to help. I heard your words when I couldn't say or feel anything; you made me feel like I wasn't alone. I...I admired your determination to merge the worlds and I was so happy when you said you didn't want me to go alone. I love you. And always will."
Lloyd's jaw dropped and she giggled. Handing the paper back to Presea, the blonde took up the bouquet once more and winked at the groom, who blushed.
"Do we have the rings?" The Minister asked.
Roger appeared in a flash, holding up the pillow on which sat the wedding bands.
Lloyd slipped the gold ring onto Colette's finger and she did the same. Their hands held one another, unwilling to part during this spiritual bonding.
"Do you, Lloyd, take Colette as your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do."
"Do you, Colette, take Lloyd as your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do."
"Then, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Delicately, Lloyd pulled up Colette's veil and leaned towards her. Hastily, she closed the distance and her lips met his. Surprised, the young man blinked, then closed his eyes, bringing her into an embrace and melting into the kiss. After a moment they pulled away and the guests began to cheer, both bride and groom turning a beet red at the attention.
Shyly, Colette and Lloyd walked down the path, hand in hand. The bridal party began to follow: first Presea and Genis, followed by Sheena and Zelos, then Linar and Aisha, Neil and Chocolat, and finally Raine and Regal.
Something grumbled in Kratos' stomach as he watched the final two walk down the aisle together, arm in arm.
But as the half elven woman passed Kratos, she met his eyes and smiled. The negativity in him disappeared, replaced by a simple warmth, which he proceeded to push away. These were things that did not need support and validation.
Guests rose from their seats and began to mill about, eventually making their way towards the carriages that waited to transport them to the reception at Il Mare, another highly regarded restaurant in town. However, the wedding party headed towards the single oak knoll twenty feet away from the wedding site. There, a young man was setting up a camera and some lighting equipment. Kratos had forgotten there were pictures to be taken and followed Dirk, Frank and Phaidra.
In her usual, commanding manner, Raine directed who would be in which shots. Soon, various combinations of the wedding party were standing in front of the camera. First was the groomsmen. Six different configurations were made, each with their own set of eight to ten pictures of smiling, laughing, and general silliness. Next were the bridesmaids. They too shuffled through different positions, Raine included, as the photographer snapped pictures. When encouraged to do silly ones, Kratos watched the half elf as she grimaced. Her eyes darted over to his; he smirked and she glared back.
After a few group pictures of the groomsmen and the bridesmaids, the rest of the wedding party was dismissed as the only pictures left were the family pictures and the newlyweds alone. As Raine supervised, Colette took multiple shots with her father and grandmother. The bride glowed as she held onto her father's arm, and then hugged her grandmother. The photographer kept shooting between the posed shots, in accordance to Raine's insistence to capture candid moments as well.
A few minutes later, it was his turn with Lloyd and Dirk. Hesitant, the angel hung back. He did not want to intrude on Dirk and Lloyd's moment together.
The dwarf and young man walked to the spot where Colette and her family previously occupied. The photographer advised them how to pose, and began clicking away. The two posed moderately well, following Raine's directions. Then, as the photographer was changing the lens, father and son began talking. They laughed, talked, and hugged with such ease.
Kratos wished that that same ease of interaction could translate to his relationship with Lloyd. But that was impossible.
"Your turn."
The voice brought him back to the present and he looked to see Dirk next to him. Nodding, the angel walked over to his son, who stood with his hands tucked into his pockets, positively jubilant.
"Ready for this?"
"Sure."
Stifling a laugh, Lloyd gave his father a knowing glance. A small smile crawled onto the older man's lips. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad. They stood side by side as the photographer shot a few photos, engaging in a small conversation about the awkwardness of pictures.
"Um...sir? You look very...stern."
He looked in the direction of the photographer and saw Raine smirk behind the camera. He returned it with a scowl.
"I wasn't thinking that..." The photographer said.
She turned away, smothering a laugh.
"Hey...Dad?"
Cautiously, he turned to his son. It was always a surprise when Lloyd used that moniker. Some spec of happiness bloomed inside him as he met the young man's eyes.
"Hmm?"
"Thanks for being here."
"Of course."
"No, really. I know you didn't have to, so thank you." Lloyd hesitated and continued, "I'm gonna...miss you when you leave."
Silent, the angel nodded. A powerful emotion overwhelmed him, closing his throat, rendering him speechless.
"Alright, we got it!"
Startled, Kratos looked back towards the photographer, the intimate moment broken by the shout.
"Okay, now just the bride and groom."
"See you at the reception." His son winked as Colette walked over. The groom took her hand and they began speaking quickly, a cadence only the two of them knew and understood.
Confused, the angel turned and began to follow Frank, Phaidra and Dirk to a waiting carriage. Embroiled in his thoughts, the angel heard Lloyd's words echo in his head.
His son was going to...miss him. Had he heard correctly? Considering the lack of time they had spent together overall, it left him incredulous. Never in a thousand years had he believed he would hear those words from Lloyd.
And yet he had.
His gut clenched together as his heart twisted in turmoil. For the last twenty-some years, the angel believed he had to atone for his mistakes for following Mithos in his horrible crusade, for the death of Anna and the loss of his son. However, now presented with this opportunity to get to know his son, could he truly pass it by?
Was this divine intervention, absolving him of his crimes?
His hands shook and he tucked them into his pockets, hiding it from any onlookers.
Was leaving truly the right course of action? Would it be a mistake?
As the carriage pulled away, the angel's mind descended into a sea of doubt and questions, forceful emotions blocking all efforts to find a logical answer. As he attempted to sort through the various feelings and thoughts, a small whisper breezed through his head. He rejected the idea, though it returned, nagging. Once more, the angel rebuffed the possible solution, and once again it reappeared, only this time stronger. Urgent.
Adrenaline rushed through his body, tensing his muscles and constricting his chest, though he was careful to keep his face completely neutral in the presence of Colette's family and Dirk.
If seeking Raine's advice was the only way to find clarity, so be it. It would be nothing more than a conversation of peers. He would see to that.
And yet he could not get the image of her in the pink dress out of his head.
"Announcing Mister and Missus Irving!" Zelos cried at the top of his lungs.
The party guests jumped up from their seats and applause reverberated off the walls, a few shouts and excited hollers accompanying the welcoming noises. Bride and groom entered arm-in arm, their faces pinked in bashfulness for the 'nth' time that day. Across the room, Raine observed from the bridal party's table. As the newlyweds made their way through the crowd, the other bridesmaids, save for Presea and Raine, squealed and rushed Colette, bouncing up and down and hugging her in congratulations. Lloyd himself was surrounded by his groomsmen, shaking hands, and being subjected to too many pats on the back.
Sheena took Colette's hands and led her to an empty seat at the middle of the table, which had a view of the tables scattered across the ballroom filled with friends and family. Next to the blonde, Frank leaned over and whispered in her ear. Her face brightened and she wrapped her arms around her father. Raine smiled; it was wonderful to see her former student so joyful.
Conversely, Dirk had pulled his son away from the groomsmen, who began to take their seats. The father and son were exchanging words that could only be described as affectionate in the way that Dirk knew how (he was gruff, but when the time was right, he knew how to express his feelings). Finally, the dwarf took his seat, and Lloyd headed to where Colette was, taking the seat next to her.
The half elf swept her eyes over the row. All the seats were filled except one; the one next to Dirk was vacant.
Kratos.
Where was he?
The program was about to start and she furrowed her brow as she took her place between Phaidra and Presea. Lloyd would not want his biological father to miss his wedding reception. Nor would Colette.
She ought to text him.
No.
It wasn't her business where the angel went and what he did.
But the half elf didn't want him to miss it either. After all, the only reason he was here was to see Lloyd tie the knot.
Folding her lips into a grim line, the half elf pulled out her holocom. As Zelos began to MC the evening with a series of jokes that fell flat, Raine's fingers flew over the tiny keyboard.
Where are you?
She clicked the send button. And immediately hated herself.
Looking up, the woman squeezed the holocom in her right hand as her heart started to pound. What if he didn't respond? And didn't care to?
It buzzed.
Eyes darted downward. Wedding gift.
Detailed as ever.
The reception is starting.
I will be there soon.
Fine. If he was going to be mysterious, she wouldn't worry about the matter anymore and tucked her holocom in her purse. She'd done her job to inform him. Besides, her wedding responsibilities were all but fulfilled. The guests had been transported from the wedding site to the reception without mishap (not counting the one carriage that broke down). All the vendors had followed through on their obligations. The catering service was prepared for the evening. Yuan was on guest and security duty. Everything was running smoothly.
The half elf could finally relax.
Or at least attempt to do so.
Within a few more minutes, Zelos' speech came to an end. Across the ballroom, the woman's eyes spotted a figure pass through the doorway and quietly close it.
"Looks like we've got food! Enjoy folks!"
The ex-Chosen sat down as the waiters began to place plates in front of each guest. Under her eyelashes, Raine watched as Kratos took his seat next to Dirk. The tuxedo coat hung loosely on him, and his hands were in his pockets, just like they were during the photo session that morning. Even then he had looked calm, casual, aloof.
And effortlessly handsome. Too handsome.
Stop.
"Presea. How are you? I feel as though I haven't had a chance to talk with you this whole time."
"I am happy that Ozette's rebuilding is moving along." The girl said, her face rather blank despite the emotion she described.
"Regal told me some exciting developments have happened in the past few days."
"Yes. We finally have permission to finish the last of the renovations to town. Hopefully, this will help the villagers resume their normal lives."
"Congratulations. It is a big achievement as the project has been extensive."
"I look forward to the project being finished."
"What will you do after?"
"No, I haven't considered that yet. I realize I should soon though." Presea tilted her head to the side, her face assuming an expression of contemplation.
Plates were set in front of them, and they began to eat. As they cleared their plates, Zelos stood again and took up the mic. Raine was starting to regret giving him the opportunity to MC the reception.
"Now it's time for the first dance. If we could get the lovely bride and groom out on the dance floor..."
Embarrassed, Colette and Lloyd rose from their seats. Lloyd took Colette's hand and led her to the dance floor. As they assumed a dancing position, a woman's voice floated on the top of a blissful melody. Together, the newlyweds swayed from side to side, blushing and whispering to each other. Raine smiled and swept her eyes over the band situated on the opposite wall from the buffet table. The live music was a nice touch.
Finally the song came to an end, and another round of applause broke out.
"Now let's get the father-of the bride up here."
The half elf's stomach clench. The woman knew there was supposed to be a mother-son dance as well, but with Lloyd motherless, she cut it from the program without telling anyone. The last thing she wanted was an awkward moment for the groom at his own wedding.
After a few minutes, Colette and Frank's dance came to an end. They walked off the dance floor, arm in arm, whispering to each other. It seemed the bride was getting everything she wanted.
"Now everyone can join in! Food's gonna still come though, so don't ignore that. But make sure you save room for cake later." Zelos's voice rang out.
"He's really terrible at this." Sheena whispered to Presea.
"It is strange. He is usually charismatic."
"At least Colette and Lloyd don't mind."
"I don't think they even notice," Chocolat snickered.
The older woman was about to interject when she felt the slight tap of a finger on her shoulder.
"Raine."
A gasp escaped her lips as the sound of the voice ignited a surge of adrenaline through her. Controlled, she turned and looked straight into those dark, brown eyes.
"It seems you made it."
"I did." He paused. She could see a question in his eyes; something he was uncertain of whether to ask. Then he opened his mouth: "Would you care to dance?"
It took every ounce of self control to keep her from widening her eyes in surprise. The last thing she wanted was to be embarrassed, especially in front of him. Instead, she said cooly, "You are aware I don't know how."
"But I do. However, if you do not wish to, I will leave."
Hesitating, the woman shook her head. If anything, it would be good practice. "Alright."
Standing, Raine placed her hand in his proffered one and he escorted her to the dance floor. The skin to skin contact made her muscles tense; she could feel callouses on his strong hands and the thin structure of his fingers. This had not been a good idea. But it was too late to back out without appearing rude.
Then he placed his hand in the middle of her back.
A shiver of pleasure swam through her, and she fought to keep her face indifferent.
As they began to spin around the room, the half elf found the angel guiding her where she needed to go and her worry dissipated. He was an excellent dancer; there was no question of where to place her foot, or which way to angle herself as they span around, passing other couples. In fact, she found it becoming increasingly easier to follow his non-verbal cues, and soon he began turning her to the outside as well as inside.
Gliding around the room, Raine felt as if she were floating on air. She looked at Kratos, observing the fine, straight lines of his profile. They locked eyes for a few moments before he turned his gaze turned away, making certain they would not collide with any other dancers. Blushing, the half elf too swept her gaze to the front, concentrating on spinning under his arm as he lead her to do so. Inwardly, the woman hoped he would not see the scarlet of her cheeks under the rouge she already wore. She found it increasingly difficult to maintain an attitude of nonchalance. The endorphins themselves were reason enough to bring a smile to her face. But she knew the joy originated from a different reason.
The song came to an end and transitioned into a slow ballad.
With no pause between the two songs, the angel slowed their turn and moved in a few inches towards her. To her relief, there was still adequate distance between their bodies to not be intimate. But still close enough that Raine felt herself stiffen at the proximity. Her pulse quickened as he focused his eyes on hers. The end of the song couldn't come too soon.
Pushing down the anxiety, Raine cleared her throat.
"Are you enjoying the wedding?"
"Yes. It has been well executed."
Was that a thinly veiled compliment?
"I'm glad Lloyd and Colette are enjoying themselves."
"I assume your responsibilities have come to an end."
"Yes."
"You sound relieved."
"I am ready for a small break before I return to work."
"When will you go back?"
"Most likely in the next three days. I am taking tomorrow and the next day for myself."
Kratos nodded.
Pause.
"Now I understand."
"What?" She asked, curious.
"The bow."
Raine glowered, pursing her lips.
"I told you not to laugh."
"I'm not."
"But you're teasing."
Kratos' eyes glinted with laughter, though no sound passed his lips.
"Perhaps. It doesn't change the truth."
"Which is?"
She watched as he fell silent. Her heart stilled in her chest, the anticipation of what he would say causing butterflies to flap wildly in her stomach. After a moment, he said, "You look beautiful."
Her heart leapt and she swallowed, her eyes darting away from his.
"Thank you."
Though Raine wished to return the compliment about his own appearance, she held her tongue. It would do no good to dig herself further into this hole. Instead, the woman inquired, "Where did you learn to dance?"
"During my time as a knight. It was required."
"That seems odd."
"On the contrary, it was standard practice. Especially as knights were always in attendance at royal functions."
"Did you attend many of those? Balls and such?"
"Too many."
"Kratos not a fan of parties? I would have never thought such a thing."
He raised an eyebrow and she smiled smugly.
"Neither are you if memory serves me."
"That is true."
"And yet here you are. Coordinating a rather large wedding. Perhaps you are more of a people person than you give yourself credit for."
The half elf crinkled her nose. "Don't be so pleased with yourself."
"What gave you that notion?"
"I can see it in your eyes."
The music faded out and the hall was once again filled with the noises of conversations. Slowly, they came to a stop, though they did not release hands. As people moved on and off the dance floor, they remained in place.
She would allow herself a few more seconds in his arms. Just a few.
Why was it so easy to talk with him? Or banter? And yet there were times when they struggled to converse, she in her head and he in his. It was confusing. He was confusing. She had to put a stop to it.
To her relief, Zelos was waving her over ecstatically. Or urgently. She couldn't tell. It was time for the toasts.
"I am being summoned. Excuse me." Raine dropped her hands from his and began to walk away, but after two steps, she stopped, and turned. "Thank you for the dance. I...enjoyed it."
Directing herself towards the ex-Chosen, the half elf felt a tremble in each step that took her away from the angel. The feeling of his hands on her body...
Dancing had been a mistake.
"Zelos, go ahead and bring everyone's attention." She said as she reached him.
Eagerly, the ex-Chosen began to tap the champagne glass with his knife.
Then it shattered.
Glass shards littered the ground, glinting rainbows in the overhead lights. Raine covered her face, stifling a groan. It had been to much to hope for: there had to be one mishap during the course of the night. Selfishly, she hoped this would be the only one, though it was unlikely. As the evening progressed, so did the general intake of alcohol.
"Dammit! Sorry!"
"I'll clean it up." Raine shooed the redhead away.
As she turned to find a broom and dustpan, Regal stood in front of her, holding one. He smiled at her, an understanding expression drawn across his face. A gush of relief coursed through her.
"Thank you."
"Let me help you."
"It's alright. I can take care of it."
"I insist."
Acquiescing, the woman took a step to the side and watched as he swept the shards up. It was a kindness she much appreciated, especially as she felt her energy wane. Weariness had begun to set in her bones shortly after the pictures; it was as if her anatomy could sense the end was near and she could collapse into deep sleep without any repercussions.
"First, the father of the groom." Zelos called out.
Raine watched as Dirk stood, and cleared his throat, taking out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. Like father like son. Soon, his voice boomed through the hall, strong and resolute.
Next to her, she felt Regal stand. Turning, the half elf saw delicately took the dustpan and broom from him with a whisper of gratitude. Earnestly, she retreated from the bridal party table, wishing to be out of the spotlight.
Passing the kitchen, Raine caught sight of multiple waiters and waitresses running too and fro, collecting dessert plates and taking them out to the eagerly awaiting guests while others returned with empty plates ready to be washed and dried. Behind them, the cooks barked orders, cut berries furiously, and banged pots and pans together. Raine shook her head: she would never understand the science of cooking, though Genis called it an art instead.
After depositing the broom and dustpan in the maintenance closet, the half elf allowed a sigh to escape her lips. Her shoulders slumped a little. Her back met the wall in the corner of the ballroom and Raine watched as Dirk continued to speak, not registering his words. Her mind was in another place.
Her eyes flicked over to Kratos, who had resumed his seat.
Even looking at him brought out feelings she had last experienced almost a decade ago. It was disturbing how her body reacted to his voice and touch. Had she always been this quick to feel attraction?
"This is boring."
Eyes darting to her right, she spotted Yuan. The angel had his arms crossed and eyes narrowed, observing the scene with a certain aloofness.
"I am glad. If it were exciting, we would have many issues." Raine countered.
The angel rolled his eyes.
"A little excitement wouldn't kill anyone."
Silent, the half elf turned her attention back to the toast.
"What's going on between you and Kratos?"
She stiffened.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not blind."
"You two danced."
"And? Sheena and Zelos danced together and I doubt anything is happening between them."
That was a lie, but Yuan wouldn't know that.
"Something is bothering him."
"Why do you think that has to do with me?"
"It's my job to be observant." He flipped his ponytail behind his shoulder, the gesture one of arrogance.
"You don't think it's about Lloyd?"
"Are you denying it?"
She exhaled.
"We've had a disagreement."
"Is that it?"
"Yes, but I'm not sure why it's any of your business."
"It's not."
"Alright."
"I've just known him for 4000 years is all."
Sometimes Yuan was too much. Exasperated, the half elf looked him dead in the eye. "What do you want, Yuan?"
"It's the first time I've seen him confused in a long time."
"And that's a good thing?"
"The last time I saw him this way was with Anna."
Anna.
She did not respond, sweeping her gaze back to the toasts. She didn't trust herself to say anything at all.
"Interpret that as you will."
Yuan stalked away, looking for something else to occupy his attention.
The Maid-of-Honor was now giving her toast; Sheena said something that made the room bubble with laughter. But Raine did not hear her. She only heard Yuan's words repeating themselves in her mind.
She and Kratos had yet to broach the topic of Lloyd's mother, if it were ever to happen. Most likely not.
The woman wondered if he still hurt from her death. She hoped not.
Slowly, Raine turned her eyes back to the stern-faced angel, who sat straight, stern and forbidding. Briefly, the woman wondered if she would see him smile again before he left, no matter how small it was.
A frown graced her lips. Momentarily, the half elf had forgotten his inevitable departure. It didn't matter what Yuan said. Kratos was leaving and that was the end of the matter.
As she walked back towards the bridal party's table, a small part of her wished it weren't.
Finally, the evening came to a close. Guests began to exit the reception hall, ready to retire for the remainder of the evening. The angel swallowed as he neared the bride and groom, who were giving their thanks and good-byes to lingering guests.
He stood just outside the group of guests, awaiting for an opening to take his son aside. Since Lloyd's comments from the morning in addition to the confession during the photography session, Kratos struggled to find his resolve in leaving the next day.
The last persons began to drift away from the newlyweds and towards the exit, leaving Lloyd and Colette to their own devices. In the background, staff began to clean the area, folding up chairs, carrying in empty trays of food to the kitchen and so on.
"Lloyd."
The young man spotted Kratos and walked over, leaving Colette to her holocom, no doubt texting Sheena or Frank.
"Hey. What's up?"
The angel shifted to the side, a wave of uncertainty flowing through him.
"I wanted to say...thank you for including me today."
Lloyd brightened. "I'm just glad you came."
"And I wanted to give you this."
Out of his pocket, the older man proffered a small red box. A ring box.
Confused, his son took it gently and opened it. Inside was a ring: a golden diamond attached to a silver band inset with a carving of tree branches.
"This was your mother's ring. The ring I wished to give to her."
"Dad..." Lloyd's eyes widened.
"I know you and Colette already have wedding bands, but in Tethe'allan culture, it is customary to give your fiancée an engagement ring as well." He shrugged.
"Wow...are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Thanks, Dad. This means...a lot."
Kratos nodded and cleared his throat.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning."
Lloyd nodded enthusiastically. "Deal."
Then the angel turned on his heel and headed out of the hall. Once more, confusion filled his head as he thought of Lloyd's exuberance. And once again his resolve to return to Derris-Kharlan faltered.
Now was the opportune time to seek her out.
Stars dotted the skies as he exited the restaurant. Guests boarded carriages while others walked back to their homes or the inn. The Seraphim glanced at his surroundings. She was nowhere in sight. Disappointment bubbled within him. She had already left.
There was no reason for her to stay behind now that the wedding had concluded. But something in him wished she had.
Pausing, Kratos considered his next move. Most likely she headed home. He set off in that direction, walking faster than normal. He had to catch her before she retired for the night. Otherwise, there was little chance he would see her before he left.
That would not be ideal for multiple reasons.
Thoughts circled through his mind; he wasn't entirely sure what he would say. He was certainly not used to asking for help. And he wasn't even sure she would help him. But he had to try.
In the streetlight, just a few feet ahead, Kratos saw a head of silver hair gleam under the blue light.
"Raine."
She stopped and turned. As he came towards her, his eyes looked into hers; there was an unreadable look swirling in the icy depths. It made him uneasy.
"Yes? What is it?" Her voice formal.
"I need to speak with you."
"Could it wait until tomorrow? I'm exhausted."
"It's about Lloyd."
Her composure changed; the mystery in her eyes disappearing in place of concern.
"Is he alright?"
"Yes, he's fine. It's..."
Silence.
Raising an eyebrow, she observed him. It was difficult to maintain complete stillness under her scrutiny.
"Having second thoughts about leaving? Did he say something to you that's making you reconsider?"
"Yes."
"So forthcoming."
Kratos glowered at her but she leveled her gaze. The gray around her eyes only made her presence more commanding. Hesitating, he said, "He said he would...miss me."
Her eyes widened. She hadn't expected that. Neither had he but it had happened. "That's quite an emotional declaration. And now you're conflicted."
He nodded. This is why he had come to her. The way her mind worked, drawing conclusions and generating inferences from even a small amount of evidence was impeccable.
"I'm assuming you're here to ask my advice?"
"Yes."
That among other things. But he knew better than to pursue those.
"What do you want, Kratos?" Raine asked. "I mean, what do you really want out of life?"
He was silent, contemplating her question.
"And to follow-up: when were you the happiest? And why?"
Once again, he did not respond, unsure of how to begin to answer that question.
"You've lived for so long. Surely if you reflect on your experiences, you will come to a conclusion. I think if you can answer those questions, you will figure out what to do."
Though the idea was simple, it weighed heavy on his mind.
As his eyes cascaded over her features, they settled on her red lips. Various thoughts attempted to invade his focus, but he refused to be determined and brought his gaze back to her eyes and those icy depths.
"What do you want, Raine?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Curiosity."
Foldering her lips together, the half elf rolled her eyes to the upper right in contemplation. After a moment, her eyes found his once more.
"I thought I knew. But now...I'm not so sure."
"What happened?"
"My whole life has been mothering Genis. What if I let go?" Raine looked at him slyly. "I suppose I have you to thank for this existential crisis."
"Forgive me."
"Never."
He did a double take, alarmed, but saw the mischief in her smile.
"But in all seriousness, had you never posed the question, I would have never asked it of myself. At least, not for the next six years." She brushed an errant lock of hair over her shoulder.
"When have you been the happiest?"
"You are asking very personal questions."
"I apologize. I did not mean to overstep."
"It's fine." Raine sighed. "Unfortunately, I don't have an answer to that question either. I would have to give that some thought."
He nodded. Silence settled over them as they found the topic finished and the conversation at a stand still.
"I guess this is goodnight then." She said.
So it was. He didn't wish it to be but there was no justifiable way to continue their time together other than admitting something he would not.
"When are you leaving, should you choose to do so?" The half elf asked, looking up at him from under her lashes.
His jaw clenched.
"I haven't determined that."
"Alright. Then I'm sure I will see you at some point tomorrow."
"Yes."
"Well, goodnight then."
"Goodnight, Raine."
Pivoting, the woman resumed her course down the path towards her home.
His heart thumped in his chest.
"Raine." He called, her name out of his mouth before he could stop himself.
"Yes?" She turned back quickly, looking at him expectantly.
What could he say? There was noth—
"Do you know when Lloyd and Colette depart tomorrow?"
"Oh." Raine said. "Early afternoon I believe."
"Thank you." Kratos said. "Goodnight then."
"Goodnight." She spun around and left, leaving him standing under the blue light.
Cursing, the angel veered towards the inn, avoiding the light of the street lamps, choosing the evening darkness to cover the anger now etched across his face. Why had he not simply said goodnight the first time and left it at that? What was the point of delaying her departure?
There was no point. It was all based on...feelings. Things that were uncontrollable, volatile, and illogical. And following the lead of these emotions was senseless and would only lead to disappointment. For either party. That he was certain of.
Raine had her life, and Kratos his. It was best left at that.
And no definitive action had been taken to evolve their friendship to something more.
He faltered as the thought came and went, passing so quickly through his head that he had not the chance to dispose of it before it materialized. A tremble traveled through his body, sending his stomach into a free fall.
Did he want that? Did he want things to be different between them?
Regardless, he didn't have any concrete evidence that she held the same inclination other than his instincts. And from his 4000 years of observing people.
When the man reached the door of the inn, he shook his head. He could not consider these 'what ifs' when there was a more pressing matter at hand: his departure in relation to his son. Though she now occupied his mind for different reasons, Kratos knew he needed to think on the questions that Raine had posed to him.
As he walked inside and took the stairs, his mind mulled over the last time he had truly been happy. That was simple: with Anna. And then having Lloyd enter his life, both as a baby and teenager years later. But before that? Memories from his life before the Great Kharlan War were fuzzy. The days themselves were unmemorable. But a few things still stood out amongst his years of memories: painting, sparring with his father, and studying mathematics though his father said there was no point in pursuing the subject, just like painting).
When his head hit the pillow, Kratos awaited the calm that sleep usually afforded. But sleep did not come readily to him that evening. It eluded him, as if a punishment for what he had denied.
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