This year, we wanted to create a special prompts list that features some of our favorite themes from past events. We’re excited to finally announce our special prompts list this year, both as a celebration for the release of Tales of Symphonia Remastered and our 5th year running of our ship week for Lloyd/Colette! Once again, we’re hosting Colloyd Week from June 9th-15th, 2023 to coincide with the couple’s ship day in Japan on the 15th! She felt relief for the first time.Ĭolloydweek: □ Introducing Our 5th Anniversary Edition of Colloyd Week! □Ĭredit to both for the beautiful fanart again for this year’s prompts list along with TT1011 for the stellar animation! “Sensitive, it seems… The glass needs to be refined.” The callused hand once more, now over her eyes, to shield her from the light. It was an effort, for the light from a window would blind her, until she would only see spots of gray and black, touched with violet. The wave pulled back, and finally she could open her eyes. Then she drifted far away, back into a space that was her own. She heard the tools that would correct her knuckles to bend the right way, heard focused breathing, so careful, it would barely disturb a thin coating of dust. She woke, and found the name resting within her chest, as if it were her own makeshift heart. The dwarven artes were still a well-kept secret, along with the materials that were used to make her flesh, used to make her eyes, her nails, and her hair that streamed past her shoulders. For the very runes of his language were carved into her body, invisible, but fully in existence. Even with the voice’s grumbles, its half-whispers, its coarseness that could strain the ears-she knew. “The small joints are always the most difficult,” she heard, and she understood. A voice that was so rough that it was like the grating of boulders against one another. It took the hands of another to set her own just right.Ĭalloused hands. The first she ever knew was the very motion of her fingers. Instead, fragments came together, pieces that would fit, that would meld until they were uniform. When Tabatha finally came to be, it was in waves, rising and falling. Notes: Written for in a collab with who made the wonderful art! A Tabatha-centric fic exploring her origins and her relationship with her dwarven creator. But Master Altessa, who smoothed over her skin and threaded her hair, had always favored broken things.Ĭharacters/Pairing: Tabatha, Altessa, Lloyd Irving, Colette Brunel, Mithos Yggdrasill She was flawed, with a voice that continued to halt and assess every syllable, with a body that refused to house the soul of the woman she was made in the image of. Tabatha knew that a doll that failed in her purpose must be discarded. The same way she had stood there on that night, that night she had also lied to him. Lloyd climbed those same stairs the same way he had done for over a decade, but with Colette on his mind, remembering the glimpse of on his terrace. Even so, there was the acrid smell of Dirk working the forge, merging with the scent of pollen that blew in through the open windows. He couldn’t bring himself to care how he might have looked to the others once he arrived home, with how quick he rushed up the wooden stairs. It made his throat close, even as he could barely hold her for long, another pair of hands taking her away. How her voice rose so high that it cracked, that it cowered, that it begged him to get away. To just linger and pore over the storm that coiled inside his chest and made it ache whenever he thought of Colette. With the chaos of all that had happened at the Iselia Ranch, it had been hard for Lloyd to just-settle. Lloyd can’t let go.Ĭharacters/Pairing: Lloyd Irving/Colette Brunel I follow you like a star, so I can breathe you into my lungsĬolette lies to him once more.
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