Heyo! What's up with you guys? I'm for one am still sick af but I mean, what can you do? It also doesn't help that I now have two dogs in my little twin bed and I'm super squished. 'But Syb, you could just shove them off'
I can't. I'm weak.
But other than that! ! Writing this story always brightens my mood to be honest. That's why I started it! Also because I love Lucatiel and she deserves at least one love story. The only other I could find was like two chapters and the author hasn't continued it in a few years. A tragedy.
Oh yeah! ! I also wanted to mention in this lil note, it says this on my profile but I'm not sure if I said it in this story, but I'm actually agender! I have to say this in my other story too, because there everyone thinks I'm a girl, and here everyone thinks I'm a guy.
The answer is neither, friends.
I'm more of a vague concept.
A vague concept of a person who abso-fuckin-lutely adores reviews and watches and faves and yes! ! ! I love getting those emails. Thank you all so much for your continued support.
Saying you 'really like' her is a colossal understatement, you realize throughout Earthen Peak. Claiming that kissing her is anything but magic is also an understatement, despite how ridiculously cliche that sounds.
She doesn't try anything else though, and you're still too awkward to make a move. You'd like to think you make up for it with reckless bravery on the enemy front, while Lucatiel seems to be under the impression you come from a very strange land with weird courting methods (it takes you a while to explain its just called dating). It's still a challenge to navigate your cultural differences, although it's the fun kind of challenge.
The two of you are now relaxing near the last bonfire before the Snake Queen. She leans against the wall to your right while you dangle your feet off the edge and look down at the recently revived enemies milling about. They wander a lot more than you remember, and seem... Jumpier than expected. As if they're constantly waiting for something to go horribly wrong. It's weird.
Most people would consider being murdered for the millionth time something 'horribly wrong', the snarkier side of you notes. You press your lips together in annoyance. You hate how everything seems to come back to the Curse in Drangleic. It makes you wonder though... What would Drangleic be without the curse? You vaguely remember Vendrick (or maybe Aldia?) saying something about breaking the curse once and for all. God knows we've heard that one before though.
You're brought back to the present when Lucatiel makes an offhanded comment about the Dessert Sorceress' outfits 'revealing too much'. She doesn't sound particularly condemning though, and you think she means it to be more of an observation than anything else.
You blink, tilting your face back to look at her properly and joking, "You gotta admit, I could totally rock that."
Her entire frame freezes and for a second you wonder if you broke her. You forget sometimes that their outfits, while rather racey but otherwise socially acceptable in your world, are downright obscene in Drangleic.
"Lucatiel?" You ask, glancing down at the room below you to make sure the pyromancer's in question aren't gonna be chucking fire balls at you.
She dissolves into a fit of laughter, nearly falling onto her knees. You're not sure whether to be pleased or offended, but you smile anyway. "I- very much doubt it would provide you with good defense." She gasps through her laughter.
"Fair enough." You shrug. The enemies seem to be even more anxious now, but that's to be expected. You'd be surprised if Mytha didn't hear her. Looking back at the sorceress', you say, "You know what I wanna know?"
She pauses to collect herself a bit more and then answers, "What?"
"How they look human all the time. I know they've got a dragon ring, which I should farm for at one point, but do all of them have that Ring of the Dead thing? Or do they just use a ridiculous amount of effigies? Just, just think about this. It doesn't make sense. Unless they've got some hardcore illusion pyromancy or something, which I doubt." You realize you're sort of babbling at this point and decide to shut up.
"Your thought process astounds me." Lucatiel giggles, shaking her head.
You narrow your eyes, "Why?"
"You have such an odd way of looking at things. Most wouldn't look at them and wonder how they keep their skin looking human." She moves to pat the top of your head, laughing again when you swat her hand.
"Hey!" You whine. "We've got stuff to do, you can't go messing up my hair."
"I apologize, future monarch." She hums, making a show of holding her hands out to help you up. "However... I do plan on messing up your hair later."
Wait, wh- oh. It's your turn to freeze, although your blush does no such thing. Heat creeps up your cheeks while you try to wrap your head around Lucatiel making a thinly veiled proposition.
She, for one, seems very pleased with herself as she replaces her mask and starts down the stairs. You slowly trail after her in a state of shock. Thankfully Lucatiel takes care of the nearest sorceress', and you backstab the Gravewarden that tries to sneak up on her. The other two are also easily taken care of, and you mentally remind yourself to thank Rosabeth for her lessons when you get home-
You stop mid-thought, abruptly realizing you just called Majula 'home'.
Is... Is that okay? You wonder, a frown pulling at your lips. Is that even right? Do I have a home at this point?
With a sigh, you decide to shove that particular train of thought down until you can properly think it through. Now is definitely not the time for emotional nonsense.
"You think we should summon Thomas?" You call, stopping in front of the glowing symbol. If Lucatiel weren't here you might've also put your sign down to help other players, but you won't risk being separated again. If your theory is correct, you have until the primal bonfire to stay by her side. If you don't have another embarrassing death, of course. That would suck.
Lucatiel returns to your side while you're busy imaging different scenarios that could kill you, but you snap to attention when she wraps her arm around your waist. "I've decided I don't much fancy Earthen Peak."
"Well. Okay? Why is that?" You ask, relaxing into her embrace.
"It is aesthetically unpleasant and there are too many people provoking my ire." She huffs, digging her fingers into your side. It doesn't hurt, but you sorta want to squirm.
"I cannot believe you just used the word aesthetic non ironically." Laying your head on her shoulder, you laugh. "So..."
She sighs, the tension seeming to melt out of her. "So?"
"Are you ready to pick a fight?" You demand with a grin, trying to hype yourself up. You find you're luckier when you're excited rather than freaking the fuck out. It's sort of hard to feel badass when you're currently snuggling someone, but you're not about to protest.
"Of course. Are we summoning Thomas then?" She shifts a bit, scuffing the bright summon sign but not activating it. You've learned 'in real life' you've gotta touch the sign with the intent of summoning behind it. That handy little feature is what prevents accidental summoning.
"Sure." You say, although you're hoping she'll wait a few more moments to summon him. No such luck, it seems. "He's a pyro jus like me." You say, glaring down at the now glowing sign.
"Isn't everyone?" You can practically hear her eye roll as the sign fades. Summoning Jester Thomas.
"Yeah. Every one. We're all pyromancer's. Even you." You tell her matter-of-factly.
You regret your teasing as soon as she pulls away, but its for the best as Thomas phases into your world a few seconds later. He does his usual gesture and you wave, "Yo."
"Phantoms cannot hear," Lucatiel reminds you, simply nodding at Thomas.
You shrug lightly, "Yeah."
The two of you lapse into silence as you approach the boss fog, and you once again try to banish your nervousness with excitement. Get hyped! You tell yourself, opening the 'door' for Lucatiel and Thomas. The fog clings to you as you pass through, but you're... Arguably used to it.
You're definitely, one hundred percent, not any where near used to being shot at though. Mytha screams when you enter, spitting out a beam of what feels like magic right at you. It hits you square in the chest, but you jump out of the way before it does full damage. Still hurts like a bitch though.
You barely have enough time to get over the fact you were just fuckin laser beamed before she's rushing you. Thankfully spears are pretty easy to evade, and you blow a great combustion at her. Thomas also lands a hit, if you can call a forbidden sun one hit.
You have to wonder how the hell he got his hands on such a spell. Maybe he's been talking with Navlaan? That is where you get that spell, right? You're pretty sure you wrote that down somewhere.
While you think this over Lucatiel moves in to distract Mytha. With Thomas here it's only a matter of minutes before the three of you finish her off. You wave at Thomas again before he disappears, wincing when you notice your arm in still rather sore. Another sip of Estus of you're good as new though!
Lucatiel doesn't seem to agree. "You..." She begins, already sounding exhausted. "I just fixed that!" She points to your shirt accusingly.
Oh. Right.
"I could just go shirtless. you know." You offer lightly, smiling. "The Iron Keep is gonna be toasty."
She falls silent, and you know by the she tilts her head she's trying not to laugh. Your smile widens. "Come on, it's just a little tear. We'll get repair it back in Majula, if at all. I mean, I could always return here and get a sorceress top."
Her shoulders are shaking now, but she refuses to laugh.
"Just picture it, Luca, the monarch of Drangleic showing up in that." You go on, grinning wickedly. "It would be amazing."
You know you've got her with the mental image, but its still very satisfying to hear her laugh. She folds in on herself when she laughs too much, wrapping her arms around herself and bowing her head. You think it's the cutest thing you've ever laid eyes on.
You do have the strangest feeling you're forgetting something though. Huh.
