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[#001] Home for Dinner (Tales of Symphonia)
Theme Prompt: New Beginnings
Title: Home for Dinner
Fandom: Tales of Symphonia
Rating/Warnings: gen; spoilers for the end of the game.
Bonus: No
Word Count: 689
Summary: The joy of saving the world can only last so long before someone falls over. It's been a long day.
It’s all very well and good, saving the world, but what do you do next?
The worlds are reunited and the Tree is growing. It’s only a sapling, yes, barely a sprout, but the effect it has is already tangible, especially to the half-elves in their group. Raine stands a little easier, something of the worry that usually sets her stance ebbing; Genis has a look of wonder on his face that only the most advanced of magic usually earns from him.
They bask, in what they’ve accomplished.
But there’s only so long a group of people can do that.
Lloyd doesn’t so much fall over as he weaves, unsteady, on his feet, knees suddenly buckling. Colette and Genis lunge for him at the same time, with wildly varying degrees of help. “I’m fine,” Lloyd protests.
“Lloyd,” Genis says reproachfully.
Raine shakes her head as she comes over to get a good look at Lloyd. For all that he has just descended from the sky on impossible wings and accomplished that which even Mithos, in the end, couldn’t, he is still her utterly ridiculous student. He grins at her, held up by virtue of Colette alone. Raine just sighs, and pronounces him exhausted.
Sheena in turn is leaning on Zelos. The fact that this prevents Zelos from going anywhere -- for instance, to say something exceptionally inadvisable to Martel -- may or may not be coincidental. They all sustained their share of injuries in the fighting, after all. Raine looks to them next, making sure everyone is sufficiently in one piece.
The world is made new, but everything feels the same as it always was.
“What now?” That from Presea, gravely curious. One of her arms is hanging limp, but she doesn’t seem exceptionally concerned. Regal is concerned enough for both of them, passing her a gel which she accepts with a solemn nod.
“Well,” Raine says. “While many people are aware of what just happened, there’s certain to be some confusion in the wake of the reunification of the worlds. And--”
They’re going to have a governmental mess, everyone knows. No one wants to deal with it right now. “Ah, let the King handle it,” says Zelos, affectedly light. “That’s what he’s for, right? Sure, there’s gonna be problems, but we don’t have to solve them right this instant.”
“I need to let Dad know we’re all right,” Lloyd puts in, which is something like agreement. Zelos nods.
There is so much to be put in order. Diplomatic relations to establish. Cities to rebuild.
Into the silence, someone’s stomach growls.
“He’ll probably cook us dinner,” Lloyd adds helpfully. There’s a beat, as everyone considers what they’ve heard about Dirk’s cooking.
“As long as it’s not Dwarven Pot-Luck Surprise,” Zelos says.
“Hey,” says Lloyd, “Dwaven Pot-Luck Surprise is great, shut up.” This loses something coming from a man who’s one petite Chosen away from faceplanting into the rubble and dirt around the Tree.
“I’m just saying, you never have to worry about shoes in food in Meltokio,” Zelos says, in a tone that is probably supposed to be innocent and falls lamentably short of the mark. “Because shoes aren’t food.”
“There isn’t time to cook it properly, anyway,” Colette intercedes before Lloyd can, which is probably for the best. “But... we should still go home.”
There is no question, there and then, that Iselia and Dirk’s house are a home for all of them. Maybe a second home: but a home nonetheless. They shuffle each other onto Rheairds, riding two to a vehicle when it’s appropriate to keep people from falling off, and they go home, promising they’ll be back.
It’s terribly, wonderfully mundane, sitting around a table entirely too small for ten people and eating dinner. Elbows are thrown, food is passed, and the enormity of what’s ahead sets in gradually instead of all at once.
This doesn’t prevent Lloyd from passing out on Regal’s shoulder, but it does mean they let him sleep.
Just a little longer, before the new world needs them.
Title: Home for Dinner
Fandom: Tales of Symphonia
Rating/Warnings: gen; spoilers for the end of the game.
Bonus: No
Word Count: 689
Summary: The joy of saving the world can only last so long before someone falls over. It's been a long day.
It’s all very well and good, saving the world, but what do you do next?
The worlds are reunited and the Tree is growing. It’s only a sapling, yes, barely a sprout, but the effect it has is already tangible, especially to the half-elves in their group. Raine stands a little easier, something of the worry that usually sets her stance ebbing; Genis has a look of wonder on his face that only the most advanced of magic usually earns from him.
They bask, in what they’ve accomplished.
But there’s only so long a group of people can do that.
Lloyd doesn’t so much fall over as he weaves, unsteady, on his feet, knees suddenly buckling. Colette and Genis lunge for him at the same time, with wildly varying degrees of help. “I’m fine,” Lloyd protests.
“Lloyd,” Genis says reproachfully.
Raine shakes her head as she comes over to get a good look at Lloyd. For all that he has just descended from the sky on impossible wings and accomplished that which even Mithos, in the end, couldn’t, he is still her utterly ridiculous student. He grins at her, held up by virtue of Colette alone. Raine just sighs, and pronounces him exhausted.
Sheena in turn is leaning on Zelos. The fact that this prevents Zelos from going anywhere -- for instance, to say something exceptionally inadvisable to Martel -- may or may not be coincidental. They all sustained their share of injuries in the fighting, after all. Raine looks to them next, making sure everyone is sufficiently in one piece.
The world is made new, but everything feels the same as it always was.
“What now?” That from Presea, gravely curious. One of her arms is hanging limp, but she doesn’t seem exceptionally concerned. Regal is concerned enough for both of them, passing her a gel which she accepts with a solemn nod.
“Well,” Raine says. “While many people are aware of what just happened, there’s certain to be some confusion in the wake of the reunification of the worlds. And--”
They’re going to have a governmental mess, everyone knows. No one wants to deal with it right now. “Ah, let the King handle it,” says Zelos, affectedly light. “That’s what he’s for, right? Sure, there’s gonna be problems, but we don’t have to solve them right this instant.”
“I need to let Dad know we’re all right,” Lloyd puts in, which is something like agreement. Zelos nods.
There is so much to be put in order. Diplomatic relations to establish. Cities to rebuild.
Into the silence, someone’s stomach growls.
“He’ll probably cook us dinner,” Lloyd adds helpfully. There’s a beat, as everyone considers what they’ve heard about Dirk’s cooking.
“As long as it’s not Dwarven Pot-Luck Surprise,” Zelos says.
“Hey,” says Lloyd, “Dwaven Pot-Luck Surprise is great, shut up.” This loses something coming from a man who’s one petite Chosen away from faceplanting into the rubble and dirt around the Tree.
“I’m just saying, you never have to worry about shoes in food in Meltokio,” Zelos says, in a tone that is probably supposed to be innocent and falls lamentably short of the mark. “Because shoes aren’t food.”
“There isn’t time to cook it properly, anyway,” Colette intercedes before Lloyd can, which is probably for the best. “But... we should still go home.”
There is no question, there and then, that Iselia and Dirk’s house are a home for all of them. Maybe a second home: but a home nonetheless. They shuffle each other onto Rheairds, riding two to a vehicle when it’s appropriate to keep people from falling off, and they go home, promising they’ll be back.
It’s terribly, wonderfully mundane, sitting around a table entirely too small for ten people and eating dinner. Elbows are thrown, food is passed, and the enormity of what’s ahead sets in gradually instead of all at once.
This doesn’t prevent Lloyd from passing out on Regal’s shoulder, but it does mean they let him sleep.
Just a little longer, before the new world needs them.
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