[ sanctitis ]

     Upon adjusting his tone and speech,

     ’Sorry Snow. I’m just…feelin’ a little sick. Not in the mood for much talking.’

       “Let’s skip the apologies and get to what matters.”

With unclear evidence, an upwards curl presented itself upon lips.

( He’s relieved. )

       “How’ve you been, kiddo…?”

(Source: mediguards)

[ sanctitis ]

     ’I’m afraid I do not understand, Mr. Villiers.’

       “Mr. Villiers…? I suppose after so long, I deserve some cold formality– I wouldn’t expect any less from you, Hope.”

daemonemxlumen:

“Aww Snow I’m hurt, I can’t believe you wouldn’t want to see me. I mean, since Serah isn’t around and all.”

Her mentioning was intentional no doubt,
& he extinguished any recollection it carried.

“I never said that– I just thought saviors were more your type.”

(Source: mediguards)

That familiar chirping struck his ear like a plague,
& a breath surpassed tiers.

“What’d I say about the hero thing, Lumina?”

daemonemxlumen:

continued from here.

“You know me well, Hero. But I am urging to spend time with you. It has been awhile.”

“Maybe you should take that urge y'got there and push this little reunion for a later date?”

( As if they could; the irony was unsettling. )

“But I suppose even the brattiest of demons need company.”

sxintist:

♦♦♦⋮ The way he said her name brought nostalgia back with it - times of friendships and bonding, a time she could never forget. But she knew those days had long been past her, for what else could she believe in a world with a timer? Her days, like everyone else’s, were numbered. But if she could do something worth saving, if she could help tortured souls ringing in her head, then she would have very few regrets upon her leaving.

                                                        “… Yeah. I’m back.”

          Her words were soft, her gaze cast briefly downward. Despite how content she may have seem, the corners of her lips barely quirking upward, there was no doubt that her words were laced with regret, despair. It was a troublesome situation. She didn’t want to be back, to have this pressure upon her, to be tainted with the echos of screaming beings in pain. Yet imagining seeing everyone as a crystallized being, unable to touch, see, or hear - she would have prayed for her death.

           But of course, it would only come regardless. So instead, she perked her head up and allowed her smile to grow wider. Her eyes flashed briefly with warmth and comfort as she took swift steps to him.

           ”But how’ve you been, Snow? Heard y’were the Patron of Yusaan! Didn’t think that was yer kinda thing.”

“I’ve been better.”

The sound that breached his lips hinted at a conspicuous front– he wanted, nearly yearned the need to display his contentment, but with shoulders bearing boulders of not just self anguish, but the happiness and security of the people in Yusnaan… the ability to grasp at any sentiment lacked in ounces. The only thing that mattered– the only thing he was grateful for… was that Vanille was safe and nostalgia struck him the moment he caught sight of her.

“What about you, huh? I didn’t take ya’ for a Saint, Vanille.”

The intention of his words were far from arrogant– if anything, the moment they were uttered, a meager chuckle was given as a sliver of reassurance. He wanted to give her the impression that after everything, after every single incident that happened up until now, he was still there in some way (even if that meant in pieces). However, something had been missing, something blatantly obvious other than the absence of a smile without feeling compelled to from Vanille’s face – but it wasn’t something, it was someone – a certain huntress.

“And where’s Fang? Aren’t you two usually connected at the hip?”

( At least, that’s how he remembered it. )

sxintist:

♦♦♦⋮ She hadn’t recalled the amount of years she spent in this new land, hearing voices of the dead and speaking to souls of the unknown. It had been far too long, dealing with them in feeble attempts of solace. She knew her purpose to be here; this was the only way for her sins to be forgiven. Yet there was never a moment where she didn’t hold the memories of her old group dear to her heart - missing days of spending time together.

          So the shock that overcame her visage was perfectly rational, for she never thought she’d see him again - or most of anyone, really.

                     ”— Snow? Is that you?”

[ He had heard of her coming, as word travels fast in a dying
world. He may have been skeptical at first, nearly disregarding
the possibility, but could you really blame him? When you’ve
lost all hope, when you’re at the brink of tossing in the towel,
that sort of behavior is perfectly understandable. Although the
position he was in hadn’t been the greatest, let alone complacent,
he still felt it necessary to gain an explanation for these rumors.

So, to Luxerion he went– leaving the city that never sleeps, and
upon visiting the cathedral… he was blessed with the very proof
he needed. It might have been a miracle, or so he thought. ]

“… Vanille.”

[ He couldn’t pinpoint it, nor could his expression; there was
a feeling present that had similarities to relief and perhaps
joy– but for a hero he dispelled himself to be, he lacked an
almost disheartened ability to show the happiness he wished
to display. ]

“I didn’t believe it at first… you’re really back.”