Gorsecloud

A Tales of the Abyss AU oneshot. Spoilers for after Tower of Rem It was painful to see him like this, pale and wan, sleeping on a hospital bed, his red hair splayed across the pillow like dying flames. Not that it didn't hurt when he was awake too, bored with the sterile atmosphere of the research facility masquerading as a hospital. He was allowed outside sometimes, for fresh air - as fresh as the air around Belkend was - and for a change of atmosphere. But whenever she was there with him at those times, there were frequent instances - all too frequent - where he'd wince, turn away and try to hide the part of his body that started flickerin

Speechless Oh... O-oh my gosh. I have to admit, I'm just speechless right now! It's just... it's so shocking! Dusknoir just grabbed Team Calliope, right out of nowhere! It was such a sad goodbye, but when he just grabbed them like that... Eek! I still don't know what to think about it. Nobody's been able to do much today. Chatot gave us our assignments, but nobody's felt like doing them, and Chatot himself just hasn't felt like making us. We're just sitting together, in the mess hall. Nobody's saying much... even Loudred is quiet, which is saying a lot, for him. It was dark before Chimecho remembered she was supposed to make us dinner.

As a little sister, it is my god-given duty to make sure I know exactly what my brother is up to. Especially if he's being particularly furtive or nervous about it. So, when I noticed Chris practically sprint into our room at the Mineral Town Inn, before slamming the door shut behind him and leaning against it, I would have been lying if I said I knew at that moment that I had to find out exactly what was going on. This fact became even more true when I noticed that he was holding something in his hands. "Hey Chris," I said nonchalantly, "What happened?" "Nothing," he said dispassionately, walking across the room to his bed. Nobody would e

A Tales of the Abyss AU oneshot. Spoilers for after Tower of Rem It was painful to see him like this, pale and wan, sleeping on a hospital bed, his red hair splayed across the pillow like dying flames. Not that it didn't hurt when he was awake too, bored with the sterile atmosphere of the research facility masquerading as a hospital. He was allowed outside sometimes, for fresh air - as fresh as the air around Belkend was - and for a change of atmosphere. But whenever she was there with him at those times, there were frequent instances - all too frequent - where he'd wince, turn away and try to hide the part of his body that started flickerin