31_days; August 14
Title: your arms are the net
Day/Theme: August 14; will you catch if I'm falling?
Fandom: Tales of Symphonia: Dawn of the New World
Characters/Pairing: Emil, Marta; Emil/Marta
Rating: G
Word Count: 229
One of the unfortunate side effects of having to be possessed to fight was never knowing when exactly you would be yourself again.
Emil found himself in this kind of situation a lot.
“Augh!”
Flailing clumsily after apparently just finishing a sword slash, he tried to rebalance his weight only to end up falling flat on his face.
Marta whipped around, running to his side as she yelled, “Oh my gosh, Emil! Are you okay?”
Tenebrae shook his head sadly. “It seems not that not even being graced with Lord Ratatosk’s power can improve your actual skills.”
He rubbed his forehead carefully; there was sure to be a lump there soon. How pathetic was that? “I’m sorry. I guess I just can’t get used to switching between Ratatosk’s power and myself.”
Marta shook her head, smiling. “I’m sure you’ll get used to it, Emil. But just to be safe,” she stretched out her hand, “the next time you fall, I’ll catch you, okay?”
“Uhh…” was probably not the most eloquent thing to say, but between Marta’s bright smile and his cheeks growing hot, he wasn’t quite sure on what the best thing would even be. He settled for giving a tiny smile back and taking her outstretched hand, saying, “Yeah, okay. Thank you, Marta.”
She gripped his hand just a little tighter, smiled just a bit wider. “No problem.”
Day/Theme: August 14; will you catch if I'm falling?
Fandom: Tales of Symphonia: Dawn of the New World
Characters/Pairing: Emil, Marta; Emil/Marta
Rating: G
Word Count: 229
One of the unfortunate side effects of having to be possessed to fight was never knowing when exactly you would be yourself again.
Emil found himself in this kind of situation a lot.
“Augh!”
Flailing clumsily after apparently just finishing a sword slash, he tried to rebalance his weight only to end up falling flat on his face.
Marta whipped around, running to his side as she yelled, “Oh my gosh, Emil! Are you okay?”
Tenebrae shook his head sadly. “It seems not that not even being graced with Lord Ratatosk’s power can improve your actual skills.”
He rubbed his forehead carefully; there was sure to be a lump there soon. How pathetic was that? “I’m sorry. I guess I just can’t get used to switching between Ratatosk’s power and myself.”
Marta shook her head, smiling. “I’m sure you’ll get used to it, Emil. But just to be safe,” she stretched out her hand, “the next time you fall, I’ll catch you, okay?”
“Uhh…” was probably not the most eloquent thing to say, but between Marta’s bright smile and his cheeks growing hot, he wasn’t quite sure on what the best thing would even be. He settled for giving a tiny smile back and taking her outstretched hand, saying, “Yeah, okay. Thank you, Marta.”
She gripped his hand just a little tighter, smiled just a bit wider. “No problem.”