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kismet_loop_logs2014-12-21 03:14 pm
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oh misty eye of the mountain below
Who: Lea and Elsa
When: A while after their big argument and the small blizzard on the sides of the mountain.
Where: Up the tallest mountain in the range; snowcapped and +1 ice queen palace.
What: Elsa's hermitted for long enough, Lea finds out what she's been doing this whole time. Cute and conflict resolution ensues.
Warnings: FEELINGS. Also stupidly imagelink heavy.
Days and days and days passed. Elsa hid alone in the mountain range with the most eerie feeling in her chest, as though the ice she felt still lingered there.
Taking a note out of the books of architecture here on the new Cybertron, she built herself a new home; a home she full well intended on staying in, and keeping people out of. Marshmallow the mini stands guard at the front door, still as fearsome and menacing as he was the first time he drove away Anna and Kristoff. Elsa has visited him often, if not only to keep the poor giant company. Ice gates lead into intricate walkways as well as long corridors, the foyer open spaced, though twice as daunting as it's last incarnation. Long long hallways that feature detailed walls and entryways lead the way into her throne room, a room she made to be entirely useless, and yet, she still made it. Why not? No one was to come in, not now, not ever again. She made all sorts of rooms; mockups of the old gallery in Arendelle. Another room looked just like hers and Anna's when they were children. She made all kinds of rooms she never intended on making, but still did anyways.
The permafrost still sat on the side of the mountain where Galos was defeated, and it made the nightly winds cold and the afternoons brisk. Elsa never thought twice about it, thought that maybe it would melt on it's own. The areas surrounding the castle dusted the tops of the rocks with snow, but as far as she could tell, she avoided the worst. No cities were frozen over. Nothing was going to die of cold. She was just going to stay here, be alone, and wait for the time to come that she went home, and watched Anna get married.
She thought of Anna and Lea often, and it hurt her heart to do so. The cold cold feeling that rose from her stomach and into her chest always returned, and felt like it was going to turn her chest cavity to solid ice. At times it made her sleepy, and made her heart feel heavy. She almost always distracted herself from it, whether it was making icy butterflies to decorate the foyer, or living icy butterflies, to keep the air in the hallways light and feeling like she liked living alone.
Really, only Marshmallow and the butterflies could keep her company, and she was okay with it.
She'd make dresses, capes, all manners of new fashions she was too shy to wear herself, and ones she wasn't. All kinds of things to decorate the castle with, making it a positively wonderful winter wonderland of her very own. Some caught the light and put beautiful facets prisms on the walls.
But with all the ice, all the beauty, all the solitude?
Her heart still felt heavy, like every time she created something more and more intricate, that some of the cold would weigh down on her chest.
When: A while after their big argument and the small blizzard on the sides of the mountain.
Where: Up the tallest mountain in the range; snowcapped and +1 ice queen palace.
What: Elsa's hermitted for long enough, Lea finds out what she's been doing this whole time. Cute and conflict resolution ensues.
Warnings: FEELINGS. Also stupidly imagelink heavy.
Days and days and days passed. Elsa hid alone in the mountain range with the most eerie feeling in her chest, as though the ice she felt still lingered there.
Taking a note out of the books of architecture here on the new Cybertron, she built herself a new home; a home she full well intended on staying in, and keeping people out of. Marshmallow the mini stands guard at the front door, still as fearsome and menacing as he was the first time he drove away Anna and Kristoff. Elsa has visited him often, if not only to keep the poor giant company. Ice gates lead into intricate walkways as well as long corridors, the foyer open spaced, though twice as daunting as it's last incarnation. Long long hallways that feature detailed walls and entryways lead the way into her throne room, a room she made to be entirely useless, and yet, she still made it. Why not? No one was to come in, not now, not ever again. She made all sorts of rooms; mockups of the old gallery in Arendelle. Another room looked just like hers and Anna's when they were children. She made all kinds of rooms she never intended on making, but still did anyways.
The permafrost still sat on the side of the mountain where Galos was defeated, and it made the nightly winds cold and the afternoons brisk. Elsa never thought twice about it, thought that maybe it would melt on it's own. The areas surrounding the castle dusted the tops of the rocks with snow, but as far as she could tell, she avoided the worst. No cities were frozen over. Nothing was going to die of cold. She was just going to stay here, be alone, and wait for the time to come that she went home, and watched Anna get married.
She thought of Anna and Lea often, and it hurt her heart to do so. The cold cold feeling that rose from her stomach and into her chest always returned, and felt like it was going to turn her chest cavity to solid ice. At times it made her sleepy, and made her heart feel heavy. She almost always distracted herself from it, whether it was making icy butterflies to decorate the foyer, or living icy butterflies, to keep the air in the hallways light and feeling like she liked living alone.
Really, only Marshmallow and the butterflies could keep her company, and she was okay with it.
She'd make dresses, capes, all manners of new fashions she was too shy to wear herself, and ones she wasn't. All kinds of things to decorate the castle with, making it a positively wonderful winter wonderland of her very own. Some caught the light and put beautiful facets prisms on the walls.
But with all the ice, all the beauty, all the solitude?
Her heart still felt heavy, like every time she created something more and more intricate, that some of the cold would weigh down on her chest.
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The cold in her chest finally melts, and she can suddenly breathe again. This seems to delight her, because suddenly her hands leave their short stop at his forearms, and she rests her own on his shoulders despite his height. Awkwardly, she doesn't dare part from him, her idea of 'manners' regarding intimacy entirely nonexistent. She's flying blind. 'But it's an okay blind!' pops into her mind, conveniently voiced by Anna.
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Lea too feels the almost electric charge pass between them, tingling through his body. Magic, maybe? Or just love? Perhaps it's both. Lea's not sure, and at that moment, it's frankly unimportant. It was wonderful, and finally seemed to break up the pall of gloom that had lain over him since the events in the cave. There were still explanations that had to happen, regrets and feelings that needed dealt with. But with the shadows surrounding them dissipated, that would be easier now.
With Elsa's hands on his forearms, he's almost worried for a moment that she'll pull away. But those worries are dissipated like the shadows when she leans into the kiss, her hands sliding up to his shoulders. Unable to help smiling into the kiss, he wraps both arms back around her holding her close for the duration.
The kiss felt longer than it really was, its momentous nature giving the illusion of time slowing down. But eventually the need for oxygen won out. Once again Lea pulled back just slightly, this time a little breathless and grinning like an idiot. A slightly giddy chuckle escaped him. "That was... wow," he managed. He had no more idea than Elsa about the 'manners' surrounding intimacy, aside from the general notions of respect that his parents had done their best to instill into him. But if this kiss was any example, it was a subject he was looking forward to being a very diligent student in.
Abruptly, he recalled the gift that still waited, untouched, in his backpack. "Well, um...", he started a bit awkwardly, blushing a bit. "After that, probably anything'll seem anticlimactic. But I... uh made you something." And it would probably help if he actually got it out. Which he would remember in a moment.
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For a moment after, she's almost dopey looking, with her eyes half lidded and her smile still there. But Elsa corrects herself. Good job, Lea. Secured a Queen's first kiss.
"Very...very wow." she mumbles, and hearing herself say it makes her laugh again, still very much embarrassed with herself.
"You what?" Forgive her, that was for lack of paying full attention, she was too busy staring.
"You made something...for me?" is a familiar sounding sentence. The Wayfinder, while not around her neck, was stashed in her pocket. Her means of keeping him with her, but not exactly close at the time. She felt a twinge of guilt for not wearing now, especially after that.
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Now though, even that seems unimportant as he stands there with Elsa, the giddy feeling of the aftermath of their kiss still fluttering around in his chest. Her reaction only makes him chuckle again. Man, this new lightness felt so good. And it was all thanks to her.
He caught himself staring too, her question almost startling him. 'C'mon, Lea, snap out of it, already!', he thought to himself, smile becoming sheepish. "Yeah," he said. "Kind of an apology gift, ya know?" Oh right he needed to get t out, didn't he? "Hang on a second..."
Somewhat reluctantly, he pulled away from her, removing his backpack and setting it down on the floor to open it. From the backpack he pulled a smallish object; it was relatively long and slim, wrapped in a white cloth, and tied with two light blue ribbons to keep the cloth in place. "It's no ice castle or anything," he said as he offered the small bundle to her, "but I hope you like it."
Upon unwrapping the bundle, Elsa would find it contained a single rose, made entirely of glass. Though the stem was slightly thicker than a natural rose's might be, by necessity of being able to support the glass bloom, the leaf and petals displayed a level of detail that was nigh impossible without magic. All the perfect imperfections of a real flower had been magically impressed into the molten glass as it was shaped. And the glittering red petals and green leaf had been edged just slightly with a thin coat of silvery metal, as if they carried just a touch of frost.
After a long moment, Lea spoke again, looking more sheepish than ever. "So... um... what do you think?"
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Unwrapping it cautiously, the weight puts her off for a moment, but she's in awe of it's beauty, and of course, it's meaning. Her expression fractures into one of awe and inspiration; he'd created something so beautiful and similar to her creations. For lack of better description; it made her heart swell.
"I---I don't know what to think, but it's definitely more than just an apology." she remarks, still breathless, but now at her gift instead of other things.
"Th-Thank you. I don't..." know how to thank you properly, she means to say, but she's still stunned, turning it over in her hands. Tears? Nah, not this time, but she's close! Gifts are sort of a big deal for her.
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"I mean," he said, "fire shapes are nice, and but when you get right down to it, they were really only a way to make training more interesting. And they're not really something you can share with someone else, outside of putting on a show. They're gone the moment I stop feeding power into them."
"Now, though, I'm actually considering... doing this sort of thing," he said. "Making things out of glass and metal, I mean. Not really for a living, since there's no money here, but... as something to do when there's no monsters and stuff to fight. I mean, it's not like there's a shortage of metal and stuff around to work with, or anything."
There he smirked a bit. While it was unlikely he'd ever be able to create the kind of massive structures Elsa could, due to the nature of how their respective abilities worked, it was unlikely he'd ever have a shortage of materials to work with as long as they were on Cybertron.
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Delicately slipping it back into its cloth cover, she's still overcome with emotion, quite so that she clumsily just kisses him again. why not? She could probably only get away with it here, the idea of retaining her queenly air in the presence of others outwon her affection many times now. This time around though, her hands stay at his chest, fear of crushing her gift still a factor.
There's a clear beginning and clear end to this kiss, as she murmurs "thank you" afterwards, her arms again, wrapping cautiously around him. Yeah, she wasn't sure how she was so alone for this whole time, but she was sure that it's not going to be something she freely does ever again.
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He wrapped his arms loosely around her, shifting only slightly so they can both be comfortable as she returns the gesture. "Mmm...", he said. "If this is how you're going to be thanking me from now on, I foresee a lot of presents coming your way." He grinned, only partly serious. Still, this wasn't the last gift she'd be getting from him. Not by a long shot.
Again, Lea was content to just stand that way for a long moment before speaking again. "You know," he said, "I didn't get to see to much of this place before I ran into you here. Any chance of getting a tour?" Not only did he genuinely want to see more of the magnificent ice palace, it would give them a chance to walk and talk, which was a somewhat easier way of discussing some of the things that needed discussing.
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"Oh, stop." she jokingly replies, her embarrassment very real. She feels like it's worth noting though --- "You won't need presents."
Standing contently gives her a few moments to look at him without being cheeky or awestruck; just genuine. However, she clears her throat, motioning off to the side.
"I'd love to show you." There's a silence though. "I don't remember half of the rooms I made. I was...kind of in a hurry." A rather frustration fueled hurry, but she leaves that out. Some of the snow butterflies have settled on the ceiling, their wings delicate and evenly spaced.
"But I don't mind at all."
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Lea nodded, though, grin settling into a smaller, softer smile as she mentioned being in a hurry when creating some of the rooms. "I could sort of tell," he said after a moment. "It's nothing obvious, it's just... I dunno, it's more a feeling than it is anything visual. It's all beautiful, but something just felt a little... off about it in a way that's hard to pin down."
He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "And I really don't know a way of putting it that's not gonna make it sound bad," he said. "But... I could tell something about your state of mind when I looked at it."
He then blinked once, looking around the ballroom with a somewhat puzzled expression, as if seeing it for the first time. "Though now that I look again, it's not there anymore. So maybe it was just my imagination...?" Or possibly the palace had reshaped itself in tiny, imperceptible ways to reflect its creator's improved state of mind. Given the situation, either explanation was as likely as the other.
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An icy butterfly crawls across the ceiling, helping bring out the softness of the ballroom they were cornered in. Clearing her throat, she offers him her hands, a small effort to make peace physically/symbolically, and...well. Of course, to lead him into the next room.
"It happens. It's always been that way. Probably always will be." she murmurs, rather sheepish about her flaw. "It won't make for arguments in a happy home, I'm sure." Understatement of the year.
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"I'd be more worried about me in an argument than you, though," he said, becoming more serious again. "Least there's no worry about you accidentally burning the house down if you lose your temper. I mean, ice and snow can be melted, but once something been burned, it's gone for good."
He frowned thoughtfully. "That moment during our argument is the first time in years I've done magic without meaning to," he said. "I mean, when I first got my powers, seemed like I couldn't go three days without setting something on fire, but now..." He smirked slightly again. "Heh... guess having a heart makes everything more complicated."
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"I always thought it was more an expression of emotion. Sort of something to be interpreted. And now...well. A way I guess to let it all out instead of keeping it all in."
Pursing her lips, the next room leaves much in the way for furnishings, there's an immense amount of space. Most of them were nothing but space, just walls. Etched rosemaling crawled up and down the walls, mimicking the hallways of Arendelle, whilst the floors were opaque and shone like there was a layer of glass between them and the textured floor. He explains his having a heart, his temper, his magic. Guilt fans over her.
"I...I didn't mean to upset you." Instinctively, her hand goes to her hair, fiddling with the ends. An expression of sentiment, no doubt; his talk of ice being reversible, fire being destructive...it only consciously reminded her of the accident with Anna and the blonde streak left in her sister's hair from it.
"It's more lesson worthy than anything. I---" she stops, attempting to use her words effectively rather than defensively.
"Magic is unpredictable. If it were as easy as you think it is, I...I wouldn't have been so scared to hurt you like I was." She cuts herself short, nodding off to the side in agreement.
"Yes. Yes it does."
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Lea admired the details on the walls and floor, and wondered idly how it was accomplished. Though ironically the large amounts of empty space only reminded him more of The Castle That Never Was. Or maybe Castle Oblivion. Yeah, it was more Castle Oblivion-esque, now that he took a good look at it; despite the emptiness, there was a lot more detail here than The Castle That Never Was had ever sported.
"Oh, I know magic's not all that easy," he said. "And I'm hardly an expert. You want someone who knows the technical ins and outs of magic, you'd have to talk to a wizard, like Merlin or Master Yen Sid. Pretty much everything I know about it I learned the hard way, through trial and error- mostly error- and out out of necessity. The Organization's training methods were very much 'sink or swim'; basically 'here's who we are and what we do, here's you powers and weapons, now here's some Heartless, try not to die'. You learn the basics fast that way."
"As to you upsetting me," he said thoughtfully, "well, I'd be lying if I said you didn't, but in a way I'm kinda glad you did. Not only is it good to know for future reference that my magic reacts emotionally too- though to anger rather than fear, it seems-, but it also adds evidence to a theory I've had for awhile."
"I've told you about where I come from right?", he said. "How there are lots of worlds on the same plane, but all normally separated from each other by magical barriers?" He paused a moment both to hear her answer if any, and for dramatic effect. "Well... I think yours might be one of them."
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"Not that it's---it's just...it's not so black and white. Ice can burn. Cold can burn, all magic can be destructive. Once you burn something, yes, it's gone. But once you freeze it...it stays. Dead, but still there, reminding you that you did it." Anna's sacrifice wrenched at her gut.
His next sentence catches her off guard though, the ferns flying across the floors and into the next room.
"Yes. Sort of...?" Her lips purse though, at his mention of her world being one of the ones on the planes of his dimension.
"Lea, I---" she starts, her hands suddenly dropping to busy themselves.
"You'll have to explain, I don't...what's the theory?" She didn't want to get her hopes up. She didn't. But it was so hard not to, especially with the flutter in her chest still ever present.
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"Yeah, I know that too," he said looking thoughtful. "Fire consumes, ice preserves; every element is going to act according to its nature. They've been doing it since long before we were ever born, they'll be doing it long after we're gone."
"Our kind of magic is... wilder than the kind that's learned from spellbooks and things," he said. "We can tap into a force of nature, and it'll obey us... but when push comes to shove, it doesn't belong to us. It's a wild thing, and it belongs to itself. And like any other wild thing, it's never going to be completely safe. No matter how perfect our control is."
"Really comes down to how its used, and if the one using it knows what they're doing," he said. "A lot like any other power or tool, really. Though you're right in thinking that any magic- by either malice or accident- can be destructive. Hell, even Cure spells- healing magic- have a creepy cousin in the form of spells that drain the life energy out of a target to heal the caster. Not a lot of people use those draining spells though, thankfully; apparently overuse has some rather unpleasant side effects."
He noticed the little ice ferns on the floor, and how they shot across the floor into the next room at his pronouncement. She was right though. A bit more of an explanation was needed.
"See," he said, "I noticed early on that our powers seem to work along similar lines. Didn't think too much of it though at first, and figured it was just a coincidence. But then I started noticing other things that were similar. Like the significance of hearts, and negative emotions causing problems. So I started wondering if it might be more than a coincidence."
"There were hundreds of worlds completely consumed by Darkness before Sora restored them," he said. "And if a world was restored from Darkness like that, no one on that would would even be aware that anything strange had happened. Not sure why that is; maybe the Darkness messes with their memory, or something. But the point is, your world could have easily been one of those restored worlds."
"That still wasn't quite enough evidence for me to say anything though," he said. "Not until I saw in our argument that my magic reacts to my emotions too. When I first got my magic, I didn't have any emotions, and by the time I got my heart back, control was so much second nature that it took a lot to provoke a reaction."
"But it happened," he said. "And there's too many similarities for me to call it 'coincidence' any more. It's not 100% certain or anything, but... it fits. Your world could easily be a part of mine."
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Silent, for a long moment, she lets the topic of magic die, her thoughts only focusing on the possibility of them being...well. Reachable, outside of this state.
"...You think if we hope hard enough, that it could happen?" she murmurs. Elsa would refuse to believe it until she'd seen it, but not because she was skeptical. Just because she didn't want to be heartbroken.
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"So yes," he said, smiling softly and reaching a hand up to rest against her cheek, "I think it can happen. And though it'll take more than just hope, hoping'll certainly help."
His expression turned thoughtful after that though. "Quite frankly, when I get back home again, my friends and I are probly gonna need all the hope we can get," he said. "If we can't stop Master Xehanort, well then... let's just say we'll both have much bigger problems than being lonely, as will everyone else."
"But," he said, smiling a bit once more, "once we've taken care of him, I think all of us will be owed some time off. Which means I'll be free to borrow the Gummi Ship and take a little vacation. And assuming I can find it, I hear Arrandelle is lovely this time of year."
And there was that slightly cheeky grin of his. Talking as if their victory over Master Xehanort was a foregone conclusion. Because the alternative? Was unthinkable.
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"Well. When it's not frozen over---it is! It really, really is." She doesn't comment on his pending victory. Of course, it was too difficult to think about another battle, another fight, another obstacle. It was easier, and just nicer overall, to think about the conclusion.
She envelops him in another hug, still quite enthralled by the mere idea.
"I'll have to find you a room to stay in, the doors being open now, and all."
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"And yeah, I'd appreciate it," he said. "Though... I might need it for a bit longer than just a vacation. That is, if you wouldn't have any objections to me moving in there? Eventually, I mean."
His smile turned a bit wistful. "Radiant Garden might be my hometown, but... well there's not really anything for me there now. Not after everything that's happened."