[Zelos is still heaving when Malos calls out, still pushing himself out of the dream and into reality. He doesn't hear the first one, though the sound of the other blade's voice definitely ripples in his conscious, distracting Zelos from the remnants of pain in his veins and the image of Sheena shielding him from his own ether. When he calls out the second time, speaking for longer so that his words actually manage to rip the illusion of a white room and orange lines away from his eyes, Zelos gasps.
He blinks. Lets out a shuddering breath, looks around. He's on a couch. It's night. There's a textbook on the floor that he vaguely remembers reading through, the subject matter reminding him way too much of his previous life to be comfortable, so he'd dozed off. Right. Of course.
Right.
Malos isn't hard to find in the darkness, the purple glow of his core crystal giving him away in a second. For the first time tonight Zelos notices the light illuminating a web string of scars around his core. He tucks the information away for later use, raising his eyes to meet the blade's again. Malos stands far away, hands up, cautious, and Zelos feels a little embarrassment crawl up his spine at the sight. He shuts his mouth. Clears his throat. Looks for an empty mask to construct, then at least some words to diffuse this situation with, anything at all.
He finds none.
Tongue like lead in his mouth, face carefully blank, shivering repressed and kept to a minimum, Zelos hums low in his throat.] "Hey," [he calls out. His eye twitches just a little when his voice still comes out wobbly and small, but he otherwise remains deceivingly calm. Zelos clears his throat again.] "Must've fallen asleep."
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He blinks. Lets out a shuddering breath, looks around. He's on a couch. It's night. There's a textbook on the floor that he vaguely remembers reading through, the subject matter reminding him way too much of his previous life to be comfortable, so he'd dozed off. Right. Of course.
Right.
Malos isn't hard to find in the darkness, the purple glow of his core crystal giving him away in a second. For the first time tonight Zelos notices the light illuminating a web string of scars around his core. He tucks the information away for later use, raising his eyes to meet the blade's again. Malos stands far away, hands up, cautious, and Zelos feels a little embarrassment crawl up his spine at the sight. He shuts his mouth. Clears his throat. Looks for an empty mask to construct, then at least some words to diffuse this situation with, anything at all.
He finds none.
Tongue like lead in his mouth, face carefully blank, shivering repressed and kept to a minimum, Zelos hums low in his throat.] "Hey," [he calls out. His eye twitches just a little when his voice still comes out wobbly and small, but he otherwise remains deceivingly calm. Zelos clears his throat again.] "Must've fallen asleep."