Loud music, lots of sweat and alcohol. Now that was what her classmates meant by “to throw a party”
Sigh.
Why she was here again? Right, this girl insisted that she totally had to attend the party. God knows why.
Cheerful, extroverted and colorful. This girl was anything like her, all colorless and out of the picture.
“Hey~~! Enjoying yourself so far? “
“…” What did the girl want? Why was this girl trying to talk to her over and over again?
“What’s your name again?”
You invite me to a party and don’t even know my name?
She sighed. This girl really was something else.
“I-Iris.”
“Jasmine.” Replied the girl. She grinned like a Cheshire cat. “See, we do have something in common!”
“…”
“We are both named after flowers!”
What is alphabetical order
Fandom: Tales of Symphonia: Lyrical Requiem
Theme: Eternity
Characters: Yuan, Lyrica (OC)
POV: Yuan
Finished: the fuck I can’t remember
Fandom: Tales of Symphonia
Theme: Wings
Characters: Lloyd, Kratos, mentioning of Collet
POV: Lloyd
Finished: 18.10.2008
Don’t mind me, I’m just uploading some old stuff o/
Fandom: Tales of Symphonia
Theme: Eternity
Characters: Martel, 3rd person
POV: 3rd person
Finished: 09.03.2010
I suddenly felt the urge to translate this old drabble to English. No beta reader was available, so please be kind enough to point out the mistakes - I know I’ll screw up sometimes, English isn’t my native language and I suck at foreign languages in general.
(Thanks to atowaito for proofreading :3)
Fandom: Tales of Symphonia: Lyrical Requiem
Theme: Alive
Characters: Yuan, Kratos, Lyrica (OC)
POV: Yuan
Finished: 02.12.2011
If someone feels offended about my OC, just think of her as Lloyd (well, she is my “female replacement version” of him after all).
FUCK LOGIC BECAUSE YUAN AND KRATOS WERE VERY WELL PREPARED TO DIE AFTER ORIGIN’S RELEASE
She clutched to her Semi-Rifle with wavering hands. It was her favorite weapon as well as the last gift she received from her brother.
It’s just a game, she told herself, a simple match, moreover an exhibition game! She would just go out there and help her team winning. Nothing more, nothing less. Just a plain and simple game.
“Ravita, come on! The match is about to start! “
Trembling she followed her team-mate. A simple game, huh? No, the memories were still too fresh and repeating endlessly before her mental eyes. The shot, the darn misstep, the nerve-sapping sound of the ambulance’s siren, the never-ending emergency operation…
She swallowed and could not shake the feeling away that she was going to risk her life with this simple game over and over again.
(15. March 2011)
