...In the morning
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+S through Z › Tales of Symphonia
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,301
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Tales of Symphonia, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
...In the morning
Author's note: I looooove Tales of Symphonia, and loved that they left it open ended when it came to romances. I mostly focused my attention on the Zelos/Sheena pairing, but I really liked the thought of Kratos and Raine together as well. So I wrote this fic. Mind you, it's a tad, um, angsty, and the last chapter is just sooooo sappy I even thought about leaving it out. In fact, if you don't want sappy, just ignore it. I just happened to write it all together and so I wanted to post it all together, but if you wanna leave it as it is at the end of chapter 5, go for it. Anyways, have fun reading, and if you don't, um, sorry. :)
Oh, and it's not written chronologically. I found that fun. If you don't, the chapters are numbered for your convenience so you can go about them in chronological order.
This fic is rated NC-17, though really only one chapter (chapter 5) has sex in it. If you're too young to be here or don't want to read about people having sex, please at least skip that chapter if not the whole thing. Other than that, enjoy. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, nor do I seek to make a profit off of them.
Chapter One: Stage Three
It was very, very late when Raine finally got back to her room. The past few days had been nothing but parties and meetings and formalities and endless, boring discussions about what would come of this new world. Raine didn't much like new things. They were so... new. So modern and drab, created in a world where she wasn't readily accepted. No, Raine liked old things, things from the past, things from another time. Sure she could look to the future for something great to happen, but why put all her hope in uncertainties? She had a million texts detailing a good world that she could read at any time, a million facts that wouldn't judge her. Raine liked old. It was safe.
As Raine got to her room at the inn she let out a sigh. It was the first time in awhile that she was rooming alone. It was a nice room, with a fireplace and a full, comfortable bed, and a large dresser. It even had a bookcase, with mostly modern literature, but a few older books. She had been given some new clothes, compliments of the king in Meltokio, and they were lain out on the bed for her. She wasn't so sure she liked most of them, but as her normal wardrobe was quite smelly and worn she decided to at least give them a try, if only until she settled in and could purchase some more scholarly attire.
Raine dressed into a soft, thin nightgown, and cleaned off her bed. She sat down on the cool sheets, feeling the smooth fabric on her calves. The moonlight shown in through an open window to her left, filling the room with blue. Raine stared outside, at the moonlit sky and the tops of buildings, and listened to the remainders of the crowd below.
For the first time in a good long while, Raine started to cry. She wasn't angry or sad really, just... was it lonely? She wasn't sure. All she knew was that something wonderful, something magical, was coming to an end. As she watched the few left in the streets begin to disperse, her heart ached.
'Don't stop dancing,' she thought. 'Don't stop celebrating. So long as you celebrate it lasts a little longer. When you stop, it ends. It all ends.'
The last of the partiers wandered off, and street sweepers began to attack the scene, briskly moving their brooms over the cold stones, wiping away the remnants of the last party, the last night...
"In the morning, he's leaving." Her voice was monotonous. She was hoping it would finally sink in, finally make her react. But it didn't. A few more tears began to well up in her pretty eyes.
"In the morning..." she choked out, staring at the dim horizon. She didn't want this to end. Not yet. Just a little longer. A little longer until she could figure out what she wanted. Just a little longer.
"He's leaving." It still didn't sound real.
Oh, and it's not written chronologically. I found that fun. If you don't, the chapters are numbered for your convenience so you can go about them in chronological order.
This fic is rated NC-17, though really only one chapter (chapter 5) has sex in it. If you're too young to be here or don't want to read about people having sex, please at least skip that chapter if not the whole thing. Other than that, enjoy. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, nor do I seek to make a profit off of them.
Chapter One: Stage Three
It was very, very late when Raine finally got back to her room. The past few days had been nothing but parties and meetings and formalities and endless, boring discussions about what would come of this new world. Raine didn't much like new things. They were so... new. So modern and drab, created in a world where she wasn't readily accepted. No, Raine liked old things, things from the past, things from another time. Sure she could look to the future for something great to happen, but why put all her hope in uncertainties? She had a million texts detailing a good world that she could read at any time, a million facts that wouldn't judge her. Raine liked old. It was safe.
As Raine got to her room at the inn she let out a sigh. It was the first time in awhile that she was rooming alone. It was a nice room, with a fireplace and a full, comfortable bed, and a large dresser. It even had a bookcase, with mostly modern literature, but a few older books. She had been given some new clothes, compliments of the king in Meltokio, and they were lain out on the bed for her. She wasn't so sure she liked most of them, but as her normal wardrobe was quite smelly and worn she decided to at least give them a try, if only until she settled in and could purchase some more scholarly attire.
Raine dressed into a soft, thin nightgown, and cleaned off her bed. She sat down on the cool sheets, feeling the smooth fabric on her calves. The moonlight shown in through an open window to her left, filling the room with blue. Raine stared outside, at the moonlit sky and the tops of buildings, and listened to the remainders of the crowd below.
For the first time in a good long while, Raine started to cry. She wasn't angry or sad really, just... was it lonely? She wasn't sure. All she knew was that something wonderful, something magical, was coming to an end. As she watched the few left in the streets begin to disperse, her heart ached.
'Don't stop dancing,' she thought. 'Don't stop celebrating. So long as you celebrate it lasts a little longer. When you stop, it ends. It all ends.'
The last of the partiers wandered off, and street sweepers began to attack the scene, briskly moving their brooms over the cold stones, wiping away the remnants of the last party, the last night...
"In the morning, he's leaving." Her voice was monotonous. She was hoping it would finally sink in, finally make her react. But it didn't. A few more tears began to well up in her pretty eyes.
"In the morning..." she choked out, staring at the dim horizon. She didn't want this to end. Not yet. Just a little longer. A little longer until she could figure out what she wanted. Just a little longer.
"He's leaving." It still didn't sound real.