Digital Devil Saga: A War With Such Casualties (Gale/Lupa, Gale/others, 1/1)

[zephyrocity]

Author: Chiara (zephyrocity, zephyrian)
Pairing(s)/Main Character(s): Gale/Lupa, Gale/Cielo, Gale/Heat, Gale/Roland. References to others.
Rating: Light R
Length: ~6,000 words
Spoilers: For safety's sake, through the end of Digital Devil Saga 2.
Disclaimer: Digital Devil Saga belongs to Atlus!
Summary: In his experience, most things ended in death.

Comments

[daniela_lynx]

Oh. My. God.

I had missed this fandom so much... And this was absolutely perfect in every way. Loved it.

I'll try to come back and give you a better comment once my brain stops SQUEEing <333333333

[zephyrocity]

Thank you so much! :D <3 <3

[emerald_embers]

HEY.

HEY.

INSTANT FAVOURITING AND YOU KNOW IT <3.

[zephyrocity]

<3 <3 <3

[emerald_embers]

PIMPING THIS SO HARD IT HURTS NOW.

[zephyrocity]

YEAAHH BOIIII <3

[danse_amore]

Firstly: I WAITED SO LONG TO READ THIS I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND HOW TEMPTING IT"S BEEN

Secondly: Jesus. This is so fucking good. I don't know how you managed it, but you wrote Gale perfectly. His voice seems like it would be fucking HARD, but you did it so well - in all the stages of his life, from uncomprehending robot-Gale in the beginning to beginning-to-understand-Gale to ascended-enlightened-Gale on the surface of the sun, who STILL doesn't quite understand Heat.

It's interesting, because. I think it's partially his voice and partially the atmosphere of the fic, but you've managed to capture the distance that's so integral to the beauty of the games? Like. You approach the horror with the same careful-casual flicker of words (have I told you how much I adore your skill for word-choice? because it is SO MUCH, Chiara) as the sex, as the dialogue, and that in itself makes it more horrifying, or more sensual, or more poignant or heartbreaking or. Made me teary, this fic

[zephyrocity]

Five days late! A-a-and I am so flattered by this um um um ♥ ♥

Edit: WAIT WAIT WAIT do you have favourite lines? I'm a jerk but I do and I want to see if they're the same! jerk jerk jerk like Doctor Sheffield, look how smug he is

[danse_amore]

OKAY finally finally doing this, three months later. (Three months since October. Hmmm.) And I have a lot of favorite lines. Favorite paragraphs. Whatever.

FIRST OFF the thing with Heat, where you make Gale the most unconnected and the best and I love it forever.

Gale thought often of those crucial moments, Serph appearing with Heat draped across his shoulders, pale and white-faced but silent. The bullet had been lodged deep in the meat of Heat's thigh, and there were moments where Gale thought he would be unable to retrieve it.

And then contrasting that to enlightened!Gale inbetween memories -

To him, it sounded a little-wrong, too hard and too harsh for the man Lupa once was. It made his chest hurt, made walking difficult, and the sheer feeling welling up inside him brought him to his knees on the edge of a pocket of light.

And back to robot!Gale:

Gale turned back to the window. Cielo's electric gaze made him uneasy, like Dyaus was moving just beneath the surface of his skin. It made Vayu twitch restlessly inside him; he knew

[danse_amore]

Character notes character notes, about Heat mostly:

"I wanted that. I've wanted this for a long time," Heat said, and Gale nearly told him that he couldn't have, that he was lying; nearly, because this new Heat lied often and seemed untroubled by it. He told Sera it was all right when it clearly was not; he repeatedly insisted that he was uninjured when he was close to collapse.

"I am sorry," he said, because he thought he might understand on some level that he could not quite reach. Heat did not want to hear that he was the one who had been indulged, and not the other way around.

uncontrolled and unreachable

Also this liiiine: It scorched his throat, tasted like the poison rival tribes had been so good at concocting, but it distracted him from the water dripping down his cheeks. He dragged a hand across his face, rubbing the moisture away, and drew in a calming breath. It sounded nothing like he had expected: rough and thready, a thin little sob.
and by line I mean paragraaaaph

Poor poor Roland, as well. Gale thought of Lupa's