Mun Update

((I’m away at a con at the moment and will return on Monday.
Hope everyone has a great weekend.))



((Imagine freckles Kratos the child. With no shoes, smeared with dirt and running around, waving a stick  and swearing that he will be the best swordsman ever.

And then falling asleep tucked in the shoe cupboard under the stairs and wrapped in his father’s coat.))

( Angst Me No More — Ask Meme )

  • "Are you sure?"
  • "I never meant to hurt you."
  • "Forgive me."
  • "I don’t understand."
  • "Have you ever been afraid like this?"
  • "I don’t want to talk to you anymore."
  • "You wouldn’t understand."
  • "How could you do this?"
  • "Your problems are not of my concern."
  • "I don’t get it."
  • "Want to talk about it?"
  • "Nobody else seemed to notice."
  • "I thought you were different."
  • "Do you love me?"
  • "I understand."
  • "Mind if I sleep here tonight?"
  • "How long has it been since you last slept?"
  • "I never meant to hurt you."
  • "Can I trust you?"
  • "I’m so sorry."
  • "Don’t go. Please."
  • "I’m the same, you know."
  • "Just go. Leave."
  • "And if I don’t?"
  • "You lied to me."
  • "I thought it would be easier to leave."




Okay, I admit it. I did that on purpose because I wanted to piss you off. I was upset and wanted to make you upset. I’m really sorry about that. I really am.

And the issue is not that you’re befriending other Yuan’s. I’m fine with that, I mean. I’m great and handsome. Who wouldn’t want to befriend me, but I will admit I do feel neglected. I feel like you’ve forgotten that we come from the same world. It’s hard to talk to you these days, because I’m not ready to just let myself be ‘vulnerable’. You know I hate that.

I-I just….I gave you that ring long ago for a reason! So….so, I promise to not kiss another person again. Okay? No more hookers. I won’t…turn my back on you, alright?

Indeed, who wouldn’t want to befriend you? Perhaps somebody who likes their lamps intact and their conversations not based upon who ruined the fruit test by not selecting a banana or an orange. Although those are qualities entirely unique to you. It’s a good job I’ve no such qualms.

You and I have vastly different definitions of vulnerability, Yuan. In battle, are you not more prone to losing your companions if you do not communicate? Not to mention, are two people not stronger than one? We fight better when we are on the same wavelength.

I apologise for allowing you to feel neglected. Once this is rectified, then perhaps it will not be so difficult for you to speak with me.

While I am truly glad there will be no more hookers, I am much more relieved that I will not have to watch you walk away. You know already that I’ll not ever turn my back on you.

Now will you not share this watermelon with me?

Anna leans over and kisses him on the head, poking his side lightly. "Good morning starshine, the earth says hello.~"

As softly as a breeze, he feels her breath parting his hair as she leans down to kiss him on the head. A jab to the side, that will be next, he thinks. Something bitter to go with the sweet, something tough to go with her softer side.

Her voice comes next, somehow light and airy yet bright and cheery all at once. She is an enigma but he already knows the words that she will speak.

"Good morning starshine, the earth says hello.~"

And then he wakes, the echo of ‘hello’ still ringing in his ears, his own hoarse tones dissonant against hers. A breeze toys with his hair from the open window, its insubstantial fingers sending a chill down the back of his neck.

Good morning starshine

The stars that shine for him are not the ones they watched together. This morning is not the crisp dawn they shared.

The earth says hello.

The earth says hello, but she does not.

The room is empty and all that remains is the tortured echo of their intermingled voices.


There is nobody left to say it. There are no greetings.

Kill me, he hears next in the voice that does not belong to Anna, that he had not believed could come from Anna, that he wished belonged to anybody else, other than his Anna.

No, he murmurs under his breath. No, no, no.

Kill me!  she begs.


And he cannot stop it. He watches his arm descend, watches his sword plunge into her ruined flesh, watches the blood drip from his guilty hands.

He cannot stop.


The earth says hello.

Kratos wishes he saw goodbye.

Sun, Sand and Being Almost Ginger

((I’ve been trying to do drafts but not succeeding that well. So, as it’s been hot over where I live recently, I thought why not post some sunny day headcanons.

- Kratos isn’t particularly bothered by heat and never really has been.

- He quite enjoys the feeling of gentle sun on his skin.

- However, he naturally burns easily (and has been told by a close companion in the past that this is because he is ‘almost ginger’). He also does not tan; he freckles. So pre-hi-exsphere wearing, Welgaia inhabitant Kratos would often end up with a bridge of freckles across his nose and over his cheeks. Growing his hair longer helped to shield it and reduce freckle numbers.

- One of the feelings he likes least in the world is having sand in his shoes. He would rather simply remove the shoes. However, in the desert, this is hardly an acceptable option for his feet.

- He enjoys swimming, wherever he may be swimming, but dislikes the feeling of a wet shirt clinging to his chest afterwards.))


[Art Source]

"Hey...wake up! Raine made tomato soup and wants us all to eat it!" said Lloyd, shaking his slumbering father with fear in his eyes as he tried to move Kratos away from the desk.

Lloyd’s voice, coupled with the shaking, would never have failed to wake him, whatever the reason or request. But the words ‘Raine’, ‘tomato’ and ‘eat’, had him reacting faster than ever.


There was no pause, no vocal answer. Kratos understood the gravity of the situation immediately and was on his feet and searching for the nearest exit. There. The window. They could climb down over the roof.

Grabbing Lloyd by the wrist, he pulled him over to it.

"Here, follow me," his only whispered command.

Zelos drops a stack of books onto the desk just beside Kratos' head. He has no real reason to wake Kratos, but he's going to do so anyway.


A sudden bang and the desk shook against his ear. Enemy fire, explosion, possible building collapse - that was the situation Kratos’ war trained mind leapt to. In an instant, he was bolt upright, hand already searching for his weapon, chair already being pushed back.

…And only then did Kratos notice Zelos standing there, a Tethe’allan noble, not a Sylvaranti soldier there to slaughter him alongside his men.

With a deep breath that ended in a long sigh, he fixed the Chosen with serious stare.

"Yes? What is it you came for?"