It's kinda funny, how easily they've slipped right back into old habits. Zelos feels that small twinge in Sheena's side of the link when he says he'll be back soon, and it's such a petulant little thing that it makes him fond, caught up bouncing in their dynamic once again.
Lost in how their resonance, this time being tied to someone's life force feels just like being found once again. Usually, he'd be happy to be lost in the network, at peace and ease with the quietude of his mind--his drivers were never kind, or gentle, or quiet, after all, always having something to say or do or demand from their blade.
But here, laughing at his driver as he takes her hand to pull himself up, core and ether lines glowing, the world around them slowly, slowly regaining colour, it's as if the intrusive thoughts and feelings once directed at him are but whispers of times long by. He isn't the Aegis here, a weapon to be used and discarded when his job is done. He is simply Zelos, a blade in partnership with Sheena Fujibayashi, waiting to reawaken.
And speaking of reawakening...
"Well, thank you for that, I guess," he says, gently touching his own core. He closes his eyes. The crystal is so warm and bright, eager, buzzing. He scoffs. "It won't be long now, actually. I can feel it. Maybe a few more minutes or so."
Zelos smirks, then opens his eyes to direct his amusement right at Sheena. And he can see it in his peripherals, the corners of his conscious growing fainter, receding together with the image of the world itself. White fog, the tell-tale sign of waking. Thick and all-consuming, purifying what it touches.
「 MBR Restoration at 100%. 」
Before it's all consumed, before they separate, Zelos laughs again.
"Make sure my awakening is nice, okay? Some flowers would be nice."
[Returns a month later with Starbucks] You like jazz?
Lost in how their resonance, this time being tied to someone's life force feels just like being found once again. Usually, he'd be happy to be lost in the network, at peace and ease with the quietude of his mind--his drivers were never kind, or gentle, or quiet, after all, always having something to say or do or demand from their blade.
But here, laughing at his driver as he takes her hand to pull himself up, core and ether lines glowing, the world around them slowly, slowly regaining colour, it's as if the intrusive thoughts and feelings once directed at him are but whispers of times long by. He isn't the Aegis here, a weapon to be used and discarded when his job is done. He is simply Zelos, a blade in partnership with Sheena Fujibayashi, waiting to reawaken.
And speaking of reawakening...
"Well, thank you for that, I guess," he says, gently touching his own core. He closes his eyes. The crystal is so warm and bright, eager, buzzing. He scoffs. "It won't be long now, actually. I can feel it. Maybe a few more minutes or so."
Zelos smirks, then opens his eyes to direct his amusement right at Sheena. And he can see it in his peripherals, the corners of his conscious growing fainter, receding together with the image of the world itself. White fog, the tell-tale sign of waking. Thick and all-consuming, purifying what it touches.
Before it's all consumed, before they separate, Zelos laughs again.
"Make sure my awakening is nice, okay? Some flowers would be nice."