Current mood:

accomplished

Tales of Symphonia drabbles.
Thought I should wait but oh well. Crossposted them all to createdestroy.

Constructive Criticism is badly needed. Damn my awful grammar.



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Zelos/Lloyd: Notes
Dear bud...

No, that doesn't work. This was just the only first two words and yet, I still can't find the words that I wanted to say. I had wrote too many rough notes and I threw all the badly written letters into the garbage because they're imperfect. Just like me.

Nothing works out for me.

Here I go scribbling again.

Dear Lloyd, here is my Cruxis Crystal. Please take care of it. And I'm sorry.

Yes, that would do for now. In that way, he will never know that I consider him as my best friend.

I love him.

Summary: 100 words exactly. Zelos/Lloyd angst fluff. Zelos doesn't know what to say to Lloyd in his note. Taken place during the Flanoir scene.


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Lloyd/Colette: Peephole Tom
It was a small little hole but it was large enough for him to look through.

On the other side of the wall, there is Colette, bathing herself. It was a little hard to see due to the steam but soon enough, he could see well.

He cannot help but to stare. He cannot pull his eyes away.

There she was, carefully using her delicate hands to scrub her smooth, light pinkish skin. Water drips down her hair, her back, and her well-rounded breast.

Yes, she is beautiful being nude and he still loves her for who she is.

Summary: 99 words exactly. Lloyd/Colette. Lloyd is a pervert at the hotsprings. >D


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Yuan/Botta: I'm always here
Yuan was sleeping off on his desk again. He should have been working but he didn’t.

His office was disorganized and in total disarray. It’s always up to me to clean it up after him.

As I was cleaning up his old papers that was supposed to be thrown away two weeks ago, he makes a small noise.

“Martel…” He mumbles morosely and continues to snore.

He has a pained expression on his face and I knew he had a nightmare. Out of empathy, I pat him on the head and I stroke his ponytail to soothe him.

It works. Slowly, he wakes up. He rubs his eyes and when he groggily looking at me, he mumbles tersely, “Headache. Need cold ice tea.”

“Yes sir.” I am always here to make his nightmares go away.

“And after you done, please help me clean up this mess.” He gestured at the pile stack of papers that cluttered up the space and in a slight aggravated and cranky tone, he berates himself, “I can’t believe I’m living in such vile garbage.”

And I am always here to clean up the mess after him that resulted from his inability to deal with the past.

“Hey Botta,” Yuan said softly. From his tone, it was the most casual way he had addressed to me, “Will you…always stay with me and be here always?”

“Of course,” Should I call him by his title? In this situation, I think it is better to refrain the formalities. “Yuan, I’m always here with you.”

“Thank you.” He smiled and he seems to calm down considerably.

I am always here, Yuan right beside you. Now, here, tomorrow, next year, in the next century, I am always here to pull you together as a whole again and prevent you from falling apart.

Summary: 302 words. Botta/Yuan fluff. Botta's point of view. yume_no_hikari this is your early birthday gift. I wrote it now before I forget. ^^