Disclaimer: All appearing characters and places belong to Namco unless otherwise specified.
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Setting: In-game.
Warnings: Spoilers! Spoilers ahead! If you haven't reached the Tethe'allan Tower of Salvation for a second time then you should probably stop reading.
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Normal Version,
#15 – Impression
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Her first impression had been that of light and therefore that of beauty.
She had been falling – for how long now, she wasn't sure, but light had long ago disappeared and she knew she was still falling only because of how her hair and clothes moved wildly around her body.
And then there it was: light, coming in soft old-gold hues as spring sunrays falling onto the ground just before the sun starts painting the sky in pinks and purples.
The light then changed and became orange and full of tendrils and shadows, as if it was being blocked by something that was altering its coloration.
And then the light called.
"Sheena!" it said, and her eyes, which were just starting to adjust to the new luminosity, finally distinguished the figure that was hiding amidst the light – a redhead she had once thought she knew all too well and that had just proved her very wrong.
And yet there he was, calling her name.
She didn't answer but reached up towards him anyways, and that seemed to be enough: as soon as he realized she was conscious he sped up, golden and orange wings batting furiously and arms outstretched. His hands reached hers and went past 'till she was suddenly submerged in a sea of red hair with his arms holding her close to him and she, too, clung to his neck and stopped caring for a few short seconds while he brusquely changed directions and shot upwards and soon his wings ceased to be the only source of light.
Given he was not really used to flying he landed rather gracefully, or at least didn't trip and fall on top of her. He eased his hold on her waist but allowed his hands to linger on her sash just as her hands, too, left his neck and rested on his arms.
She took a deep breath and then started laughing.
He raised an eyebrow and then frowned. "You just have to ruin the moment, don't you?"
"You stupid Chosen..." she still laughed, "What were you thinking?"
"When I left with Colette, when I tripped this morning, when I stole Lloyd's breakfast, when I dived to save you?"
The girl shook her head. "No," and lightly pulled at one of his wings, "Really, orange and pink? Hasn't anyone ever told you those colors just don't match?"
Zelos looked confused, then raised an eyebrow and prepared to say something before laughing as if he was just giving up.
"Fine, fine," he managed to answer, "Next time I see my local evil overlord I'll ask him to make them purple. Would that be fine with you?"
She snorted, "You're girly enough without wings, idiot."
"Girly? It's not my fault you – "
Someone coughed lightly behind the pair, as if trying to stop the 'argument' without being too impolite about it. Sheena turned around to see Regal standing at the door through which Lloyd and the others had left just before she fell.
"Sheena," said the redhead, smiling as he always did, "I'll have the pleasure of introducing you to Count Bryant. He was about to face two million angels on his own but lucky him, the great Zelos was around..."
"Chosen," the blue-haired ex-prisoner interrupted, "I don't think we have time for this right now."
Zelos pouted at this. "I know," he whined but complained no more. "Sheena, you stay with Regal. You shouldn't find any guards anyway."
"And you?" she asked, just to know.
"Me? Well if everyone's as suicidal as you two then I've got some work to do!" he smiled and took off. A few seconds later all that remained of him was a faint glow of mana sparkles floating in the air.
Sheena looked at her hand. Her fingertips, too, were covered in a soft, slight brilliant substance that remained her of the dust that covered the wings of the butterflies. She shook her head and turned towards Regal.
He nodded at her. "Shall we go? I believe we'll meet the others as we climb and perhaps the Chosen will be in need of some help."
Sheena smiled and nodded as well. "Yes. We can't make him do everything... he'd complain all night long."
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Notes: Short again, sorry. Exams and essays got in the way.
Originally this was going to be much much less fluffy. It was even going to have some comedy and stuff! But I just didn't like it, and I had been wanting to write a Sheena-falling-down-is-rescued-by-Wings!Zelos thing, so I decided to indulge my fluff!muse for once and there you have it... artsy, full of colors and some fluff, even. Oh and Regal. Stupid Regal, gets in the way! I liked writing this o-dai even if I'm not completely satisfied with how it turned out.
Anyway, so there you have number fifteen. Thanks to all who reviewed the last one – I forget if I answered or not: as I mentioned, last two weeks are a big gaping hole consisting of midterm exams. I hope you enjoyed this one and I'll be seeing you when spring break is over with...
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#15 – Dance
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