#breaksoul

Lei con le mani intorpidite.

Non le importava 

        del freddo che la ricopriva         del mare di lacrime che era pronto a sovrastarla

non le importava

Lei sarebbe andata avanti         a credere che in fondo un’altra possibilità l’aveva. 

Non le importava 

        se le sue amiche le dicevano che è finita, che è veramente finita

non le importava.

                                                                             Doveva sentirselo dire da lui

che a lui Lei non importava più.

Artorius’s throne was a dangerous location, and as carefully as they had made their way through it, the chaos of malevolence interacting with Maotelus’s domain was at time impossible to predict. So when a rift had opened beneath them, he hadn’t been able to dodge in time. It swallowed the Shepherd whole.

Sometime later he was roused by the seraphims’ concerned cries, thought he assured them he was okay. Sitting up, he took stock of his surroundings, eyes widening at the alien landscape. Barren rock, floating over a sea of bright green...

Haven’t seen this place in a while. Looks like the little tyke sent us on a trip. Zaveid chimed in, his words light but his tone holding the kind of weight Sorey was learning to read. It meant this was actually pretty bad.

“Where are we?”

The earthpulse kiddo. Better get a move on if you wanna find an exit.

It’s been too long. The old seraphim had only spent a few short months with Velvet out of a life stretching millennium-- but he’d never forget. What she’d done for him, who she was, would forever be etched in his heart. She embodied what he loved the world and its people for-- the good and the bad, together the only way people could truly be alive.

And he missed her. After everything that had happened, after falling to the darkness himself, he couldn’t help but think back to her, still a part of the earthpulse --a part of him-- keeping humanity’s destruction at bay.

He wanted to see her again-- and so he did. He wasn’t the young Malak Laphicet anymore; he was the Great Lord Maotelus and this was something he could accomplish, even if only for a little while. He pulled back the eternal cycle perpetuated by the old Lord of calamity and that essence of himself, sealing the latter away.

And then there she was. It was like the passage of time had robbed the details from his memory, the picture he had of her distorting little by little over time but now that he saw her again it all snapped right back in place. This was her, this was really, truly--

“Hi Velvet.” His voice is almost small, quieted by emotion. How long had it been since he had seen her, really seen her. Not trapped in an eternal slumber to place a seal on Inominat, but awake and aware and alive as she was in all the memories he held carefully tucked away in his heart. 

“Aren’t you cold with that on?”

“I really can’t understand how that would be comfortable.

Time had passed. So much time, yet in the end, it was as if no time passed at all. He and Velvet were together again,  doing as they usually would, and while it may take some energy to keep Kanonushi sealed, it didn’t bother Laphicet. With his power, the energy that he had to expend toward the seal was a very small fraction, and it would only have an effect on him if he were to overuse it. If he were to push himself beyond the limits he had learned of. He could keep it up, at least a year at a time with no problems -- mostly because he may have to use his artes in combat as well, and keeping the seal up from a great distance away would bring more wear about. He was okay, as long as he and Velvet were careful. 

Laphicet sat playing with Velvet’s hair, which contrasted greatly in color from his own, fingers threading through to make a braid. It was relaxing to do for the both of them, her hair was soft and smooth, easy to style, it brought up no trouble for him. And he could keep this up for as long as he wished, as hardly ever did anyone come to this place anymore. It was quiet and peaceful.