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shinonFandom: Tales of Symphonia
Characters: Zelos, Colette
Word count: 400
Warnings: Nothing that's not canon-typical, anyway?
Notes: GYWO Yahtzee, "apricity." Yeah, I didn't know what else to call this one. It's... a metaphor.
I think this is the first time I've actually written Zelos POV. In the past decade and a half I seem to have only ever written from the perspective of other people not quite picking up what he's putting down. Weird.
Honestly? Hell with Flanoir. He never should've stayed. He'd thought maybe he could get a private word with Lloyd, while half the gang was off babysitting that doctor - but of course, by the time he'd tried the door, prepared to act all casual about it, Lloyd was already out. Couple hours later Lloyd had come back into the lobby arm in arm with Colette. Which - yeah. Duh. Good for them. Zelos could concede he had totally played himself for a chump.
What did that leave? Overnighting in this frozen friggin' tundra, watching snow fall, hearing people pass underneath his window cooing about how pretty, how romantic. He caught himself sometimes staring up into those ugly gray clouds, expecting the snow to change color.
Mom had really hated him at the end. It made him respect her more. She'd already known what he was worth. Tomorrow, at the Tower -
Dammit. He wished he were in - Altamira, or somewhere, picking up beach babes -
He wasn't gonna sleep anyway, and no one ever noticed if snuck off. Maybe he'd go walking, see if he could talk some local chick into taking off her parka. Definitely have to be a townie, though, someone who saw the weather as a nuisance. A tourist would expect small talk about it, and - maybe he could BS that. But he didn't want to find out if so.
So he went out. And a cheerful voice called from above: "Zelos!"
He looked back. Colette. He sighed. "Why is your window open? It's freezing out here."
"I know!"
"Anyway, didn't Lloyd wear you out? Or does he still not know how to treat a girl?"
Sailed right over her head as always. "He went to bed. I can't yet." She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the windowsill. Knowing her, she'd fall out of it in a second. Also knowing her, she'd get up completely unharmed. She said, "It's exciting, feeling things again."
He snorted. "Can't agree with you there, hunny," he muttered under his breath.
She heard him anyway. "Why?" she said, sobering. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. And if there were, I'm not gonna shout it at you from the street."
"Then do you want to come up and see me?" she said. "Or did you have somewhere to go?"
He didn't really. And this was dumb, but - with her shining cluelessly down on him, it was a little less cold.
Characters: Zelos, Colette
Word count: 400
Warnings: Nothing that's not canon-typical, anyway?
Notes: GYWO Yahtzee, "apricity." Yeah, I didn't know what else to call this one. It's... a metaphor.
I think this is the first time I've actually written Zelos POV. In the past decade and a half I seem to have only ever written from the perspective of other people not quite picking up what he's putting down. Weird.
Honestly? Hell with Flanoir. He never should've stayed. He'd thought maybe he could get a private word with Lloyd, while half the gang was off babysitting that doctor - but of course, by the time he'd tried the door, prepared to act all casual about it, Lloyd was already out. Couple hours later Lloyd had come back into the lobby arm in arm with Colette. Which - yeah. Duh. Good for them. Zelos could concede he had totally played himself for a chump.
What did that leave? Overnighting in this frozen friggin' tundra, watching snow fall, hearing people pass underneath his window cooing about how pretty, how romantic. He caught himself sometimes staring up into those ugly gray clouds, expecting the snow to change color.
Mom had really hated him at the end. It made him respect her more. She'd already known what he was worth. Tomorrow, at the Tower -
Dammit. He wished he were in - Altamira, or somewhere, picking up beach babes -
He wasn't gonna sleep anyway, and no one ever noticed if snuck off. Maybe he'd go walking, see if he could talk some local chick into taking off her parka. Definitely have to be a townie, though, someone who saw the weather as a nuisance. A tourist would expect small talk about it, and - maybe he could BS that. But he didn't want to find out if so.
So he went out. And a cheerful voice called from above: "Zelos!"
He looked back. Colette. He sighed. "Why is your window open? It's freezing out here."
"I know!"
"Anyway, didn't Lloyd wear you out? Or does he still not know how to treat a girl?"
Sailed right over her head as always. "He went to bed. I can't yet." She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the windowsill. Knowing her, she'd fall out of it in a second. Also knowing her, she'd get up completely unharmed. She said, "It's exciting, feeling things again."
He snorted. "Can't agree with you there, hunny," he muttered under his breath.
She heard him anyway. "Why?" she said, sobering. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. And if there were, I'm not gonna shout it at you from the street."
"Then do you want to come up and see me?" she said. "Or did you have somewhere to go?"
He didn't really. And this was dumb, but - with her shining cluelessly down on him, it was a little less cold.
