When One World Ends... (MaryWeather & †:Faust:†)

July 5, 2015

When One World Ends, Another Begins

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Early to bed, early to rise. It was a saying that had been drilled into Shiro’s head since he was just a child. He always went to bed early and as a result always woke before anyone he knew. When he was younger he tried to stay up late and sleep until noon like his friends, but he quickly tired of that. At seventeen he didn’t know anyone personally who woke up so early. Only the athletes of the various sports clubs bothered to show up early to school in order to practice, and even those were few and far between.

And the dedicated members of the swim club were no exception.

Shiro smiled slightly to himself as his nostrils filled with the smell of chlorine. The sounds of his feet on the concrete resonated throughout the massive pool room. The emptiness of the room was comforting to him. He liked his alone time; he was one of few teenagers who appreciated the beauty of solitude. Yet, he also appreciated having companions around. It was why he joined a club in the first place. People surrounded him from the start of classes to the end, but there were none he considered true friends. He had a few he would spend his time with regularly and he loved them dearly, but when was the last time he felt he could trust someone with no strings attached?

He sighed loudly, and the sound came back at him several times before finally fading into nothing. It depressed him, and he quickly turned his thoughts to something he adored with every fiber of his being.

Alfheim Online.

He wished he could take his mechanical wings from the game and throw them on in real life. He imagined himself flying high, far, away from everyone and everything to sit on a cloud in the sky without a care in the world. His friend, the true friend he would someday make, would sit next to him and together they would observe the small people below, laugh, and enjoy each other’s presence.

But that was just a dream.

His dream was broken, however, by the sound of the students beginning to pile into the school. He could hear them outside of the room and without hesitating he left, looking to see if he could find someone to hang out with before classes started, which turned out to be pretty easy. It was after the bell rang and class began that Shiro felt his mind wander away from the lesson, finding the other students in the class far more interesting.

Today would prove to be difficult day to focus.

July 6, 2015

[05:20 A.M.][Neighborhood Street]

Small white wafts of steam filed out pink chilled lips, one after the other, as white-haired teen evenly panted for breath. Silent taps of feet against dark pavement went unheard to the still slumbering neighborhood; moon still bright even among the slowly rising dawn. Soft breeze rustled hooded locks, caressing pale cheeks tinted in pink and making soft sighs come out in quivers as warm sweat cooled on flushed skin.

A newspaper-boy passed along the other side of the street, bike echoing the chimes of its bell. And the hooded jogger marched on.

[06:30 A.M.][Home]

The gentle hiss of water against tiles echoed around the small space of the shower, thick tendrils of steam curling around a dripping figure. Water-clogged hair fell in messy disarray as black-nailed fingers combed through, sending extra droplets down the expanse of a solid back; muscles firm and spine erotically curving just at the base. Soapy bubbles ran rampant along glinting expanse of unblemished skin, delicate hands helping spread the cleansing material.

A soft sigh was slowly expelled; content and pleased, before the squeak of a knob turning silenced the rush of water flowing.

Below, came the soft 'Ding' of the rice-cooker.

[07:45 A.M.][Classroom]

Warm sunlight illuminated lidded eyes, magenta orbs pacing through the informative blend of words of a textbook. An elbow, atop a small table, supported a curled fist where a cheek rested as the other hand flipped pages.

The loud clamor of students, evident in the hallway outside, came but pale features remained blank, mind absorbed somewhere beyond the delicate curves of letters and gray of paper. The bell rang and a new day has begun.

Sakurai huffed.

July 6, 2015

[1:00 PM, Classroom]

The entire day, Shiro’s mind wandered. He simply couldn’t focus on his classes or his schoolwork, which was fine for him. One day of not paying much attention wouldn’t destroy his entire school career. Instead he paid attention to the students. His friends. The people who were nice to him. The people who always asked him if they could copy his homework. The people from his swim team.

There was one person in particular from the team, the one who swam freestyle, that caught Shiro’s attention. But he caught his attention because he never spoke to him. He hardly ever said a word. Sometimes he would even glare at Shiro, and no matter how hard he tried to remember what he did to this guy, Shiro couldn’t come up with anything.

He blinked when he realized he had been staring at the student, and quickly turned his head away so he wouldn’t get caught. It was staring at him that made him remember, though, that there was a swim meeting today.

But perhaps, just today, he would skip. Today, since he couldn’t pay attention anyway, he would go straight to Alfheim Online where he could fly in the never-ending sky as opposed to swimming in the tiny, closed off pool.

That would be perfect.

[4:00 PM, After School]

Shiro didn’t think he rode his bike home as quickly as he did today. Nevermind that he didn’t want any of the other swim athletes to catch him, but he really wanted to get in as much gaming as possible. When he was home he dropped his bike in his yard, ran inside, and immediately jumped on his bed with his Nervegear.

After putting it on his head, he whispered the words that would allow him to jump from this world to the brighter, more colorful, more entertaining fairy world.

“Link Start!”

July 6, 2015

[04:01 P.M.][school]

Indifferent eyes surveyed the already half-naked students, lined-up before the pool for what was supposed to be a meeting but seemed more like a sermon from the coach and the manager. Most of the members weren't even listening; absorbed in their own private and group bubbles as if what was being said was of no consequence. And maybe it was, so with a soft squeak of rubber on polished floor, Sakurai turned and headed for home.

He didn't join the swim club for pointless meetings and equally pointless search for friends. He joined because it was the best sport in cultivating muscle and endurance. He'd lost those a few years ago, and now he was taking them back. So if they would spend the majority of club time spouting nonesense then he'd rather do something he did enjoy.

Alfheim Online.

For a Sword Art Online survivor, one would think that Sakurai would have developed a phobia against neural-link games, but no. It didn't surprise him too. Such games were curious and quite entertaining, especially since it became evident that he had quite the talent in combat. Not that he was being cocky or anything, but he prided himself that because of SAO he can now stand toe-to-toe with people that wished him harm. No fancy moves though, since half the things he did inside the game were barely applicable outside it.

Besides, it had also become some sort of an escape for him. An escape from the world in general, from the noise, from people, from unwanted expectations. A small yet rare smile broke free at such irony. Escape a world by going into another. Escape reality by going into a world of dreams. How poetic it was and maybe quite an unhealthy mindset to others, but Sakurai didn't really care.

In there he was free and that was all that mattered.

[05: 40 P.M.][Home]

Sparkling; it was what described the kitchen after Sakurai was done using it. Living alone had taught him some important lessons and one of them was that no one would come running if he forgot to make himself dinner and breakfast before he went inside the game. So, it had become some sort of daily ritual that he cook and clean -and in the off chance that he had homeworks, do them- before plugging in, since most of the times he tended to get so immersed that he forgot the time. His slight obsession did not allow him anything less, but he did take breaks; days without playing at all to do what he needed to do..like his part-time job for one. At least he was only needed in the library during Fridays and Saturdays and sometimes the rare Sundays before an exam. As it stood, his day-to-day living was meticulously planned with small offsets of free times to catch-up on anything that he might have missed.

Like maybe making friends.

He shook his head, white locks going all over his face, the tips teasing his nose as he turned and padded towards the second floor, where his room was. The thing was, he was alright being alone. He treasured his privacy and guarded it fiercely. But sometimes, on moments of weakness -few and far in-between- he wanted to feel that someone out there, held him dear. That someone would come if he called. But he knew there wasn't that someone. And he wouldn't change himself just to get it.

After all, his mother always told him when he was little, that one didn't find true friends. They found you.

So, as he lied in bed, nerve gear perfectly in place, he wondered -not for the first time- why one such classmate of his went out of his way to be what everybody wanted him to be. But as suddenly as it came, the thought floated away. It wasn't his business anyway.

Besides, it was time to fly.

"Link Start."

July 6, 2015

[5:30 PM, Leprechaun Zone]

The bright colors of the log-in sequence teased Shiro as he waited for his Nervegear to confirm his senses, the connection to his brainwaves, the calibration, everything. He was eager to start, but all of this was necessary in order for his game to begin. However, after only a few moments that felt like a few years to Shiro, he was finally in Alfheim.

His eyes opened and he felt the now familiar sensation of extra muscles attached to his back. He stretched his mechanical wings, smiling widely at the sound of clicking gears, squeaky bolts, and the scratching of his fan like blades that represented feathers.

It was this steampunk type style that attracted Shiro to the Leprechaun race in this world. They were the creators in this world, the ones who mined and built and provided other players with things they needed in order to fight and survive. By now Shiro--or rather Celestite--was a household name in the Leprechaun territory, and he was sure several other races knew of his creations.

Celes worked hard every day to create the best weapons and armor for his fellow players. Most of the time he would build his own weapons from materials he gathered or fought for, but sometimes someone with enough money would come and order something completely custom. In those cases, Celes would send the player to gather materials from enemies that the Leprechaun would have no chance of defeating. After charging an exceptional amount, the player would have a weapon that would rival any weapon dropped in-game.

Normally, after logging in, Celes would start the process of opening his shop. He would check his inventory, make sure his weapons and armor were sparkling when players would come in to browse, and begin making new weapons to replace the ones he sold that day.

But today… Today he didn’t want to open his shop. It was a unique day for him… First not paying attention in his classes, then skipping out on swim practice, then not bothering to open his shop. When had life become so boring?

Long legs flew over the side of the bed and for a moment Celes lost of his balance. He recovered quickly, laughing at himself for still feeling even somewhat dizzy after logging in after all these years. A quick stretch to orient himself and Celes was out the door, leaving behind a group of people who were clearly heading to his shop.

Money of was no necessity to him anymore. Not after his reputation grew and the massive amount of orders came in day after day; Celes had enough money to buy a dragon fleet. ‘Not a fleet,’ he thought with a chuckle, ‘but at least two dragons.’ It was how he was able to convert his shop into a house for himself, with a small room in the back that held a bed, a desk, and not much more.

He wandered along through his town with the goal of reaching the forest as soon as possible, though his mission was interrupted by the disappointed moaning of the group of players. They called to him, but he ran, using his hiding skill once he was far enough from them so they wouldn’t find him. He would be open tomorrow and they could wait. It took everything in him not to laugh as they ran past him; after all, the hiding spell hid only his body, not his voice.

[6:43, forest near Lepechaun Territory]

The air here, that was all coding and artificial, felt truer, cleaner, better than the air in the real world. It flew around Celes’ body and he laughed out loud at the free feeling. He never felt like this in water. The water was confining, frightening, claustrophobic, and dangerous. This… This was heaven.

The mechanical wings clicked and screeched as the metal feathers brushed against each other. The wind passed through raven hair, tickled thin arms and legs that no swimmer would or should have, and did absolutely nothing to assist the wings that were keeping the boy airborne. Mechanical wings worked purely on their own, unlike the wings of the other races. Wind was nothing, no concern at all when it came to ascending or descening.

As if to prove it to himself, Celes flew through the sky, heading straight for the sun that was setting in the world of Alfheim. He reached out with a hand gloved in metal, the only piece of armor he wore aside from a few belts, and did his best to reach the sun. He flew higher, higher, higher, until finally a warning appeared in front of his vision. He had reached the flight parameters of the game. Only now did his wings give out to send him falling to the earth below. He allowed himself to freefall, descending head first into the forest he had flown over. He smiled as the world passed rapidly around him until he stopped his fall right before he hit the ground.

Hovering just over the green grass of the forest, he giggled. When could he ever do something like that in the real world? He was about to go again, to once again try and reach the sun, when he heard something else. Just reaching the top of the tree he looked below him to see what the commotion was. There was someone… Someone needing help. Celes covered his mouth before flying to the other, hand on his rapier in case this was trap.

“Hello?” He called to the other. “Are you okay?”

July 7, 2015

[06: 35 P.M.]Leprechaun/Forest Border]

Bright bursts of black and purple flames illuminated the rising twilight, roars of fury echoing in the now devastated field. Livid scales glinted against the last rays of the setting sun, casting tall shadows and making the battle that was taking place all the more horrifying. Screams of defeated players exploded along with draconic growls and rush of on-coming magical fire. Bright lights from spells chased away some of the darkness but large magenta orbs stayed clear as razor sharp teeth snapped digital flesh and bone alike.

It was a small war: more than a thousand strong, the Mercenary Guild, against Lorde.

[06: 43 P.M.][Forest near Leprechaun Territory]

Soft scrapes of feet dragging along small wisps of grass was the only disturbance against the serenity of the approaching night. Coughs and a noticeable wheeze came and went as a flagging body still carried on. And with silent finality, Lorde fell to his knees, body leaning back and head tilted up to stare among the popping stars. Another wheeze from partially exposed lips.

Was it this then? Where he dies and never to see the light again.

The battle had been fought, tooth and nail, but sheer power stood no match against skill and numbers. It had been.. exhilarating how he was so against the odds but still managed to defeat every single one of those traitorous bastards, no matter how high the price might have been. And now death loomed close, all because he let his guard down for a second.

A bitter laugh escaped, weak and melancholy. Even in his demise he was alone, only trees and shadows kept him company, the whistling wind his one and only lamenting friend. Still, all the while, he kept fighting the inevitable. He's not supposed to die, not here, not now. Not when he still had school to attend tomorrow and homeworks to pass. And a student to understand. Deep in his mind he knew that it was best to stop fighting and to just let himself fall, but the rooted and visceral fear that he might not wake back up in the real world was still there, even after sessions of mind-numbing therapy. He wouldn't -couldn't- let go just like that.

A whistle of wind. Gentle taps of feet.

"Hello? Are you okay?"

A small smile curved tired lips. And beneath the famous mask, Lorde closed his eyes. He wasn't alone after all.

And then everything went grayscale, a red timer popping out of existence just above his field of vision. So, this was how dying looked like, in the game at least. He felt surprisingly numb, now that his fear had abated. Then his gaze turned from the skies to the newcomer.

Slim was what first came to mind. Pretty came next, replacing indifference in something that made the usually stoic teen feel off-kilter. But then he wondered if this player was plain dumb or just really nice. If he remembered correctly, the Mercenary Guild had put a sizeable bounty on his head.. a few hundred million..or something equally ridiculous. Maybe the guy -if the player was even a guy- didn't recognize him.. after all, it wasn't always that the lower half of his mask came undone.

A better look at the other revealed that he was of the Leprechaun race. How serendipitous it was, it seemed. Maybe he'll find this guy when he revives and ask -i.e; demand- he make one of the top-tier unique swords: Kusanagi. Every weaponsmith that he'd asked had balked at the idea even though he had all necessary materials for it and then some. The sword was rumored to have about a twenty percent chance of being successfully made and an eighty percent chance of totally failing..the thing that made it even harder was that most of the materials were only found in Sword Art Online; planned to be shared in Alfheim Online after things went smoothly. But it didn't and now top-tier unique weapons were about as rare as the champions of the World Tree.

But maybe... maybe this guy could make that weapon.

Lorde again, smiled.

July 7, 2015

[6:43 PM, Forest near Leprechaun Territory]

“Oh no, no, no! Hang on! Hang on!” Celes could hardly control his feet as they drove him towards the injured player. For a game whose level up system was completely skill based and determined by number of kills, Celes rarely went out fighting. Occasionally he would party with people, but that was only when he had first started. The only skills he had maxed out were the ones related to his craft, which required no fighting; these days Celes focused less on battle unless he needed to get materials, and more on crafting his weapons and enjoying the spectacular flight simulator.

So seeing things like this, a player near death, scared him to the point that he almost forgot this was a game.

“It’s okay. It’ll be fine!” His panicked voice must not have comforted the other player at all. When he opened his mouth and tried to speak all he could manage to sputter out were shaky word of comfort and small gasps. It was ironic that the injured player appeared calmer than the shaking, nervous Leprechaun.

“I-I’ve got you. It’s okay. I’ve got you.” He dropped to his knees to inspect what seemed like an infinite number of devastating wounds. Someone did their best to destroy this guy and to think he was still alive? Less than half of these injuries would have taken out Celes. Celes couldn’t take much of a hit, but it made him wonder if this guy was a Salamander, the strongest race in the game, but upon closer inspection Celes noticed this player was a Spriggan. His wings held a melancholy beauty, with each black wing having three talons that reached down to the other’s feet. When had he ever seen wings this large in the game? He wanted to touch them and marvel at their wonder--were they stronger than Celes’ mechanical ones?--but that was to be saved for another time. This person needed his help.

A game… This was only a game. If this person before him died, Celes would be reassured that it was only the avatar that died, not the human behind the virtual mask. Yet at the same time, to think of this place as just game meant that the feelings he experienced here, the freedom of flight, the independence of running his own business and being good at it at that, was all false. This person was experiencing death, losing his life, and Celes would take it as seriously as if they were in the real world.

The air seemed to still as Celes spoke his words of healing, resting his hand on the other’s chest. As his skill didn’t bring a player to full health the raven haired fairy watched as the other's health bar moved from blinking red to soft green at forty percent, but that was enough to save him from death’s door.

“I thought you were a goner.” Celes smiled at the other, tilting his head as he looked at his face. He looked familiar… Or did he? Celes wondered if perhaps he had come into the shop once or twice. Often times players would call to him and he would only have a faint memory of them since he hardly remembered the faces of his customers.

Even with part of his health restored, the wounds on the Spriggan's body remained bright and fresh. “Who did this to you?” Celes muttered more to himself than anyone as he attempted to lift the other to his feet. After lifting him an a inch off the ground then dropping him again, Celes knew his strength stat was more pathetic than he thought.

“Sorry! Sorry… I’ll be more careful…”

He wanted to lift the other and carry him, but it seemed he wasn’t strong enough to do that. When he had been fighting Celes worked hard to raise his speed stat rather than his strength. The last thing a rapier needed was strength over speed….

“Can you walk?” He asked, throwing the other’s arm over his shoulder to balance him. “My house isn’t far from here. I can take care of you there if you want. You’ll be safe there.”

July 8, 2015

[06: 44 P.M.][Leprechaun Territory]

Magenta orbs burst open, red timer fading out of existence as colors exploded into being as Lorde was revived; gasping inhales and coughing exhales disturbing the quiet of the night, the sudden ease he just felt blocking out everything besides the evident pounding of his heart. How the numbness just faded and was replaced with vigor so acute he almost jumped around in glee. But it was short-lived, like an orgasmic high; quick, powerful and almost addicting. Then came back the aches and pains, no matter how virtually existent they were. He groaned, only just realizing that his savior -grudgingly admitted- had been saying something.

Then he was dropped and the muffled shout that came was a little less embarrassing due to how his battered body just screamed at him. Was this guy helping or making everything worse.. then again, judging on his appearance, he probably wasn't that strong.. and his wings did carry a deal of weight. So when an arm was hefted over the other's shoulder, Lorde smirked in dry amusement. At least this guy was a fast learner. But then bringing him to his home was probably not a good idea.

"I just decimated the entire Mercenary Guild, I don't think it would be safe for you to do that." A soft groan came as his legs began to support his weight, his wings twitching to life even as he began to push the other away. "Th - they're all probably revived by now and looking for me. I doubt I'd be able to fight them again in my condition." He staggered a few steps back, exposed lips lifting a bit for a third miniature smile for that night.

Then, Lorde fell to one knee, like a knight before his king, head bowed and skeletal wings raised high. And as the moon rose behind him, he murmured, "Thank you for you kindness. I will repay it some other time, but for now, it is best I not stay here."

And so, with silent beat, he flew into the night.

[07: 12 P.M.][Ancient Ruins Area]

Calm. Such was a word Lorde would never have associated this night with, but there he was, perched on the balcony of his hidden tree house, watching fireflies illuminate piles of rubble feeling said word wash over him. He felt full-to-brimming with emotions he can't begin to comprehend, but at the same time he felt empty, unshakable, as if he were on water; bare-footed and unworried when he'd start to sink. It was a profoundly new experience; feeling so serene. It felt like he had accomplished something massive deep within, broken through a wall and saw the green that was beyond.

A fourth smile bloomed.

And before Lorde knew it, he was pressing the Befriend icon.

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Befriend: Celestite

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Lorde

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[TD]Hit Points:[/TD]

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[3,754/9,387]

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[TD]Magic Points:[/TD]

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[4/2,550]

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[TD]Friend:[/TD]

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00

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[TD]Player Kills:[/TD]

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5,249

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[TD]Deaths:[/TD]

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01

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None

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Send

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Looking at his brief player info, Lorde couldn't help but cringe. He wondered if Celestite even remembered him, granted it had been less than half an hour since they parted, but for all he knew the guy could have done something a lot more interesting within that time and had already forgotten that he had saved one lonely spriggan. The other probably didn't even see his username that floated just above his head.

Maybe it was best to just.. not..

But then his finger twitched and pressed the send button it did.

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Sent!

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Exposed eyes widened, reflecting the bluish glow of the holographic text before being replaced by the soft gold of fireflies' fire.

That was that, he supposed.

And a fifth smile appeared.

July 8, 2015

[6:44 PM, Leprechaun Territory]

“You did what?” He didn’t mean to sound blunt or rude, but the thought of one person defeating an entire guild was unheard of. In fact, Celes was sure it was entirely impossible. But looking at this man, taking in his injuries that he had never seen on any other player before, the cuts, the scrapes, the bruises, the bleeding… Perhaps he had done something so fantastic. Maybe this man was telling the truth and he had decimated an entire guild, and not only that… But the Mercenary Guild.

“I’ve crafted many weapons for the people in that guild. It’s hard for me to believe you actually defeated them, but if you say you did… Well, I believe you. I guess that means I need to work on making better weapons.” Celes chuckled to himself, though his amusement was cut short when the Spriggan got on one knee, bowing to him, and telling him he couldn’t stay.

“Hey! Get up. I’m not a--Hey! Wait! Your injuries!”

With his speed stat Celes could have caught up to him quickly. He could have raced through the trees, grabbed him by his bony wings, and dragged him back to his house and healed his wounds. Well, only part of that fantasy would have come true. While it was true he could have caught up to him, he was sure the other would have easily disposed of him had he tried to force him into anything.

In the end, he let him go, wondering about the mysterious Spriggan who was strong enough to eliminate an entire guild who was out for his head.

[7:12 PM, Skies over the capitol of Leprechaun Territory]

The air once again passed all around Celes. He couldn’t focus now, not after the event that just occurred. The Spriggan ran through his mind over and over. There had to have been a reason why the Mercenary Guild was after him. They could go a little crazy, yes, but that was just a few members who enjoyed killing for fun. For the entire guild to chase after one man… It was unheard of. What did this man do to incur the wrath of the guild of that was comprised of some of the strongest players in the game with the strongest weapons in the game?

Celes sighed to himself, cursing his stupidity. In his rush to rescue the man he hadn’t even looked at his name. He would have sent him a message, but it was too late. The likelyhood he would run into the same Spriggan again was close to zero. Flying through the sky, letting his metal wings take him wherever they wanted to, Celes could only think of the man he let get away.

The regret was heavy in his heart, but it wasn’t long before the weight was lifted. He stopped flying, hovering in midair as a message appeared in forefront of his vision.

Friend Request from Lorde.

“Lorde?” The name fell from Celes’ lips and the familiarity of it hit him full force. He rarely involved himself in player drama, but he was sure this man was wanted and for a hefty price at at that.

It might be fun to make him a weapon.

After looking over the request, Celes was sure this was the same man. That amount of kills could only belong to someone who was wanted and who could destroy an entire army.

And that amount of friends… Well, it certainly belonged to a wanted man.

“I’m happy to be your first.” Celes laughed to himself as he accepted the request, spinning around in circles in the air at the thought of having made a new friend and to be this person’s first friend too. Thankfully, Celes saved that one spot on his friend’s list. The maximum amount of friends one could add was one hundred and Lorde had just filled that final spot.

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Celestite

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[TD]Hit Points:[/TD]

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[4,035/4,035]

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[TD]Magic Points:[/TD]

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[5,050/6,078]

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[TD]Friend:[/TD]

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100

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[TD]Player Kills:[/TD]

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220

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102

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[TD]Guild:[/TD]

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None

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A smile grew on his face as his basic stats were sent to Lorde. They were so different. Celes acted as if there were a chair with him in midair, sitting in it and crossing his legs as he stared at Lorde's stats. When had such a person ever existed in this game and how was he only minimally familiar with him? This is the kind of person he would love to make a weapon for. To make the strong stronger and the weak stronger. It was his goal as a weapons maker. To help out anyone and everyone he could.

With this in mind he opened his text chat and allowed his fingers to fly over the keyboard.

"You're still alive then?"

July 8, 2015

[07: 14 P.M.][Ancient Ruins Area]

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Message from Celestite

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You still alive then?

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It was surprising for such simple statement have Lorde breaking out in a grin, the stretch of lips an unfamiliar sensation on his usually blank face. He didn't understand what caused such a physical response and it baffled him -somewhat- how he was not left forgotten. In a world where people met millions around the globe with just a simple peek in the General Chat, to have friends all across the planet, Lorde couldn't fathom how it was possible to remember such a very small and insignificant event, granted, said event was anything but those to himself. Maybe that was how Celestite worked? Maybe that was what he was as a person.

If he was being honest, Lorde would admit that most of the times he forgot that many people actually didn't conform to his assumptions. That a majority of them did remember and possibly even cared just for the sake of caring and nothing more. Although even if he weren't being honest, he could easily agree to the latter. But compared to people they have an existent bond with, an event wtih a complete stranger was easily disregarded. That was how people and memory worked; replace the unimportant with the important. And to still ask his well-being after all that.. well.. one can't really blame Lorde for being just a little bit ecstatic at how his expectations were just blown away.

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You still alive then?

Yes, thank you again for that.

And another thank you for accepting my befriend.

I hope we get along well.

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There, at least that sounded sufficient and not every bit as awkward as he felt. Even in real life he had trouble taliking with people, not because he didn't know what to say but how to say them. Facial expressions and tone of voice were all so complicated when all he could do were blanks and monotonics. At least using text and not being able to see the other was a relief from that.. he really didn't know what he'd do if it was in person and he was making some weird face while saying the things he said.

The same insecurity had manifested in Sword Art Online, when their created avatars had changed into their real life appearance and many other players had labelled Lorde as a statue or a doll due to his immaculately indifferent face. He didn't like how they had said it.. as if he were something without emotions.. something immaterial and less important. So he took to wearing a mask, never revealing the auroric gaze that lied beneath to anyone besides the stars and digital walls.

But when Celestite was put into the picture.. he felt less hesitant.. that maybe he could, someday, far into the future.. if they shared it, that was.

And unkown to Lorde, he was smiling the entire time.

July 9, 2015

[7:15 PM, Over Leprechaun Territory]

Celes floated around in the air as he waited for a reply. Maybe the strange Spriggan had gotten into another fight and lost. Then the message Celes sent wouldn’t be so funny. While it was a possibility, the Leprechaun highly doubted this person would be killed so easily even when he was that badly injured. If he could defend himself against an entire guild (and a guild that carried Celes’ personally made weapons at that) then this Lorde was a force to be reckoned with.

The thought made Celes' fingers tingle; they itched to get back to his shop and craft a weapon that was worthy of such a fighter. When was the last time he had felt so inspired? By now life in Alfheim Online was simple, easy, and hardly fun. The only fun Celes had was soaring through the sky, trying to reach the sun and the moon. His business was just that, a business. His craft was just that, a craft. His weapons were just weapons and now not even money motivated him to continue making his specialties.

But this man. It was people like him that kept Celes coming back to this game and kept him happy in real life. He lived to help others, to attract the attention of others, to be surrounded by people who needed him. Lorde could certainly live without him, but Celes knew he could help him. He could help this man defeat his mass amount of enemies. He could be this man’s friend who stood beside him when the army of thousands came at them.

Celes excitedly kicked his legs in the air and dove back towards his shop, eager to get started on new designs for swords, axes, and armor. The flight to his shop felt short and the moment he hit the door he received a new message. He smiled as Lorde's name appeared in front of his vision.

“What a strange man.” Celes giggled, walking into his shop and running his fingers over the keyboard to type out his message before working on his sketches.

Yes, thank you again for that.

And another thank you for accepting my befriend.

I hope we get along well.

Why wouldn’t we get along? I think we’re already getting along fine! Say, next time you find yourself in Leprechaun territory come visit my shop! It’s not hard to find. You can do it.

After hitting send Celes sat at his desk and started to sketch out new designs on paper that he himself crafted. There was usually never a reason to write in online games, but much like how cooks created their own food, he was able to create paper from his materials. On the corner of the paper he wrote the username of his new friend, Lorde, and quickly started to sketch out a design for a sword, using this powerful and mysterious man as his inspiration. He couldn’t wait to see him again.

July 9, 2015

[07:17 P.M.][Ancient Ruins Area]

So the leprechaun had a shop and if Lorde wasn't mistaken, this guy was the very same one that people obsessed over when it came to item forging. How very interesting, he found it. He did speculate and hoped but to have those confirmed, well, no one could blame Lorde for feeling a little bit excited and impatient. There was finally a chance for someone to actually create the very sword he used in SAO, granted that he didn't exactly know why it wasn't carried-over like his other items, but the fact itself that he might be able to get it back made him trully grateful -not that he was gonna say it out-loud.

He missed the weight of the blade terribly, how the cold metal felt against his palm and the ease he felt just by weilding it. No other weapon could compare, unless it was something better, and he found its' sheathed appearance -the simplicity and how it looked like a blind man's walking stick- quite cool actually. Not that he was willing to verbally admit that. Besides, it was such an entertainment pretending to be blind and just catching his enemies by surprise. But then came the problem of him actually going in Celestite's shop without being noticed. He knew for a fact that the Mercenary Guild had members of every race in Alfheim and the Leprechauns were some of their most unnoticed spies.

It was surprising how the idea that Celestite might be one of said spies never crossed Lorde's mind.

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Why wouldn’t we get along? I think we’re already getting along fine! Say, next time you find yourself in Leprechaun territory come visit my shop! It’s not hard to find. You can do it.

Only if you agree to make me Kusanagi.

All the other Weaponsmiths I asked were rather reluctant. I have all the materials necessary and payment is no question either. So, is the great Celestite willing to create one of the Legendary Uniques of Alfheim Online?

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Lorde smirked, magenta eyes reflecting brilliant stars. Nothing but a challenge to get a master going. He almost felt bad for such blatant manipulation, but if it got him his sword in the process.. well.. no one can really blame him then, could they?

An armored hand lifted, index finger gently tapping the Items icon before picking out a total recovery potion. It appeared, moments later, bottle glowing and bright gold liquid swirling within. The soft 'pop' of it being uncorked, followed, sweet aroma wafting forth like a newly-bloomed flower. He tipped it back, thick and vicous fluid tasting slightly tangy and minty on Lorde's tongue. Such a different flavor compared to the aroma.

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With a small flick of a wrist, the empty potion bottle went tumbling down the forest floor. Lorde licked his lips, the tip of a pink tongue staying a while longer outside the edge of his lips. Maybe he'll get to see Celestite a second time that night.

A firefly settled itself on his nose. And he waited.

July 10, 2015

It had been a long time since Celes felt this inspired. His hand moved on its own, sketching out beautiful swords, powerful pieces of armor, even accessories which he tended not to make. And it was all for this strange Spriggan.

As his charcoal flew across the parchment, the black lines slowly began to form a sword. In his mind he could see those skeletal wings, their dark beauty painted across the night and silhouetted against the bright Alfheim moon. The wings that flew across his mind, just as their owner had flown away from Celes in such a hurry, slowly took the shape of a sword. The blade was black and thick; Celes imagined it would be heavy if it ever existed. The hilt was black as well, a sword fitting for a man who was wanted for millions Celes thought. Six talons grew from the where the blade met the hilt, three on each side. If only he could make this. If only somehow he could manipulate the game's coding, mod the weapons like people did in other games. This sword could be his greatest creation.

And the armor to accompany it? It excited him almost as much as the blade. Grabbing a new piece of parchment, once again writing Lorde in the top corner, he let his mind wander to the face of his new friend. It was odd. With all of the excitement he could only remember certain aspects about the man’s appearance, as if there was something blocking his memory from remembering everything about it. What he did remember, however, stood out to him. Those intense eyes… He couldn’t get them out of his mind. Calm and relaxed, yet distant and neutral. Indifferent to the world around, indifferent to the fact he was about to die. Or maybe, just for a moment, Celes thought he saw fear in them. Fear at dying in this virtual world, in this place where death was only temporary, a hindrance at best?

Those eyes were the motivation behind Celes’ sketch of his armor. Lorde was heavy (or perhaps Celes just too weak), but his armor wasn’t bulky. No breastplate. No helmet. No shoulder pieces in this sketch. Just black armored boots, gloves, and a mask. A mask that would cover the entire face save for the eyes. A black mask, almost Venetian in design, with wing like points protruding from the eyes to give them a more almond like shape, a more intense shape.

These sketches were quickly becoming his pride and joy. He wanted to see them created; he wanted to see Lorde wear them. The more he thought about the Spriggan the more he wanted to create. He was about to put his charcoal to another piece of parchment when a blinking message appeared in his vision.

The Leprechaun’s mix matched eyes widened, then relaxed again, only for his eyebrow to raise in confusion.

Only if you agree to make me Kusanagi.

All the other Weaponsmiths I asked were rather reluctant. I have all the materials necessary and payment is no question either. So, is the great Celestite willing to create one of the Legendary Uniques of Alfheim Online?

“Kusanagi?”

Celes snorted as he continued to read Lorde’s message. Somehow he doubted Lorde had all of the materials. He quickly brought up his inventory of every weapon in the game; the list was not exclusive to weaponsmiths, but the amount of detail about each weapon was. There were simply some things that normal players wouldn’t care to know.

He categorized the weapons by type and clicked on the legendary weapons. There were only a handful of legendary weapons in the game, and of that handful few were able to be created by players. Most were dropped by powerful enemies or found in far too dangerous dungeons. Celes himself only had the honor of ever making one legendary weapon, and the person who commissioned it had gathered all of the necessary materials and had to wait three months before he could pay Celes the amount required to make it.

But Kusanagi... ? Celes looked over the specifics and nodded to himself when his memories of the sword were confirmed. He not only read about this sword on Alfheim Online, but on forums too. His new friend would be disappointed to hear his answer.

“I wish you could see my face right now. There’s a reason those other weaponsmiths rejected you. Not only is it just an extremely difficult sword to craft, but it’s virtually impossible. Majority of the materials for this weapon can only be found in Sword Art Online and those materials didn’t carry over when they borrowed the coding to make this game. The materials required for Kusanagi that happen to be in ALO are only dropped by monsters that I have no chance of defeating.”

It was here that Celes stopped typing. Sword Art Online, the deadly VRMMO that could only have been made out of a gaming nerd’s nightmare. There was nothing to suggest that Lorde wasn’t a survivor of that horrible game of death, but… Why would he dare jump into another VRMMO? Celes’ brow furrowed as he thought about the Spriggan… To fight an entire army composed of some of the game’s strongest fighters… Only someone who had seen death could manage that.

Perhaps there was more to Lorde than what Celes thought.

“Then again if you say you have the money and materials I shouldn’t doubt you. The great Celestite would be willing to make an attempt at forging your sword. Want my resume? I'll bet someone you fought in that army had a legendary weapon made by me. Well, Come by my shop and we can discuss it further. And don’t bring any of your friends from the Mercenary Guild with you, okay?”

After hitting send, Celes looked back at his sketches and wondered... If he could accomplish such a feat as making Kusanagi, then perhaps he could make his own customized weapons. But first… First he had to get through the first hurdle. With his thoughts on how on earth he was supposed to make this weapon he wrote ‘Kusanagi?’ under Lorde’s name on the sketch of the sword. Perhaps this would be the second legendary weapon he ever created.

July 10, 2015

[07:33 P.M.][skies of Leprechaun Area]

He flew, heavy cloak fluttering against the cold evening wind and bony wings creating miniature thunderclaps at every beat. He'd taken pains in changing his equipments and hiding his floating username just to be less conspicuous as he entered the city. He could have used some minor invisibility spell but he didn't want to jeopardize Celestite's safety in the off chance that there wasn't anyone skilled enough to detect him as he approached. No. As a Spriggan, the guild would safely assume that he would use illusion spells to keep himself under the radar and it meant that they'd scatter their high-leveled detection units as widely as possible.

They wouldn't attack him, but that alone didn't make anything better. The Mercenary Guild didn't hold any reservation in enacting all-out war in the middle of a territory. Besidies, he didn't think he had any motivation left to fight the entire guild again so soon. There was also the fact that Lorde needed Celestite's shop intact to get his weapon. And the Leprechaun's trust to boot. The other did ask he not bring his less than friendly friends.

So he changed his equipment -they were all broken anyways- into something assassins and spellcasters used; dark and heavy cloaks. It served its purpose and he doubted that he'd be in a fight so the added stats of his armors weren't really that necessary...probably even the next following days since he had decided to lay low for a while. He'd come back out when his weapon was done... and maybe, while he's at it, ask Celestite to make him some decent armor too. Monster-dropped armors did suck compared to player-made ones. And at least the hood of the cloak managed to hide the lower half of his face, so there was that consolation.

The Leprechaun Area was already bright with evening activities by the time he arrived in the heart of it, hundreds of players roaming the streets and going into various shops and homes..it looked like a fantastical version of the real world. But Lorde guessed that, that was the idea of the entire game; to give the illusion of a world where anything could be possible. He sighed as he began his descent near the back of the famed smith's shop.

The place itself looked quaint but surprisingly efficient. He thought it bigger but perhaps Celestite wasn't one of those people who enjoyed flaunting their wealth around. Lorde liked that aspect in a person; humility and simple grace. He took a step, soundlessly unlocking the backdoor before just as silently heading towards the main living area.

And there was Celestite, hunched over his worktable and looking over various sketches; a clearly written 'Lorde' at the very top of each paper. How very interesting, the white-head found it.

"As I said," Lorde began, stepping partially out of the shadows and revealing half of himself, magenta orbs gleaming under the soft glow of the shop's light. "I have all the necessary materials." Was what was said before a holographic information box appeared, showing Kusanagi and all of its attributes including every material necessary to forge it. Every material name glowed green, silently indicating that they were all in possession.

"So what do you think Master Leprechaun, can you do it?" Came the expectant question.

And outside, the lively night carried on.

July 11, 2015

[7:38 PM, Inside Celes' Shop]

There was a small smile on Celes’ face as he continued to tweak his drawings, perfecting the armor and weaponry inspired by his new muse. He wondered what Lorde would look like in white, with pure white weapons and armor. He drew axes and rapiers, trying to see if they could possibly fit someone as interesting as this person. In the end he had sketches upon sketches in front of him, each with the name of the mysterious Spriggan in the top corner of the parchments.

His creativity flew out of him, through the charcoal, and onto the parchment. And though he was excited to allow his inspiration to release itself, in the back of his mind he wondered about the impossible weapon Lorde was asking him to forge. His smile grew to a smirk.

“The Impossible Weapon.”

He wrote that on top of another sheet of paper and began to draw it from his memory. Kusanagi. As far as he knew it was a rather simple looking weapon. He had only ever seen it on forums, and just once or twice once he realized how unlikely it would be for him to forge this sword. Yet, he was sure his memory wasn’t failing him. He remembered being surprised that a legendary weapon such as that was so plain looking. It was good to trick people into thinking it was just a basic, monster-dropped sword.

He slowly sketched it out, at least what he could remember of it. Could he do? Could this be the second legendary weapon he created, one that could only be forged in the depths of the deadliest online game ever created?

He wondered….

That wonder was cut short as his mind switched gears, going from a calm, relaxed state, to fight mode in seconds. He stood, knocking his chair over in his haste with his rapier pointed towards the intruder.

However, there was no mistaking those bright eyes. Celes let out the breath he had been holding and sheathed his rapier.

“Sneaking into people’s houses like that… You ought to be ashamed. Knocking would have sufficed, you know?” Celes shot a glare at Lorde, though his eyes quickly darted back and forth between the person and the drawings that were scattered at his worktable… All with the name of his visitor clearly written on them.

Celes quickly turned his back towards the other and stashed the parchments in his inventory. The table was as clean as the day he purchased it.

“You say you have all of the materials for it, but remember a lot of those… Materials….” He drifted off as he stared at the inventory screen in front of Lorde. There they were. All of the materials required, even the ones that could only be found in Sword Art Online.

“How….” Celes’ mix-matched eyes slowly, suspiciously rose to meet Lorde’s. “How did you get these?” he asked quietly, somehow knowing the true answer. There was only reason this man would have all of these materials. There was only place he could have come across them.

“Send them to my inventory,” Celes said, sitting down as he brought up Kusanagi’s information page and shared it with Lorde. “We have one shot at this. Just one. And do you see this?” He pointed to a particular place on the page, tapping it twice with his finger. “Twenty percent chance of success. Twenty. Those are not good odds. Mind you, I can do it… But if the game’s system decides to be evil that day, that’s it. Kusanagi is gone forever.”

He sighed heavily as he leaned back in his seat, crossing his legs and resting his head in his palm. “But before I even think about doing something as crazy as making this impossible weapon, I have a few questions of my own.” A crooked smile found it’s way on his face and he motioned up and down Lorde’s body. “You expect me to make this for you without you showing me the weapon that defeated an entire guild, the Mercenary Guild at that, a guild where many of the players use my own hand-crafted weapons?” He leaned forward, the smile never leaving his face. “Come on. What’s the weapon you use now? The weapon you used to defeat that army after you?”

July 12, 2015

[07:40 P.M.][Celestite's Shop]

Lorde blinked indifferent eyes, hand briefly hovering over the Materials Share icon before letting one finger press it with finality. Such unobtainable materials for an unobtainable sword. He doubted any of the SAO survivors that were in Alfheim Online had the courage to do a 20/80 gamble like he just did. But then it was all up to luck, the creation anyways, but forging itself was up to the weaponsmith. And even if it failed, he wouldn't miss the materials. They were more of a reminder now than anything else. A reminder that he'd been a prisoner inside a world where kindness and loyalty only existed in dreams. But then again, when it came down to it, the real world was much the same but much less life-threatening.

"I am a Sword Art Online survivor." He began, voice surprisingly blank with how many unwanted memories surfaced at the mention of the game. "And I have no sentimental connections with those materials. Should the creation fail then it fails and a new sword I shall ask you to forge." Lorde stated matter-of-factly. It would be a waste of unobtainable materials, yes, but that was how it was. No matter the skill that one had, when it came to luck, no one was safe.

He leaned to the side, resting his shoulder against the wooden wall for support before crossing his arms over a lithe chest. One unseen eyebrow raised at the sudden request from the petite leprechaun. The 'weapon' Celestite was looking was not what he had used and he doubted that the other would believe him if he told him that he could morph as one of the god-level monsters of the game..more importantly, if Celestite believed him and asked him to do it. That was not something he wanted to do, especially in a town full of players and possibly under the watch of a Game Master. So what he showed was the weapon he'd had in SAO that got -thankfully- transferred with him.

A red pistol, roughly a foot long slid out from the voluminous sleeve of his left arm. He lifted it, under the light and murmured, "The very same Cross Pistol of Sword Art Online. Unique but not legendary." He doubted that the raven would accept that it was the only thing he used to defeat the Mercenary Guild. So he added, "Most of the things that actually killed them are my spells." Vaguely nonespecific was still better than not telling anything at all.

"And if you're gonna ask why they were -still are- after me, sorry to disappoint but you won't get any answer since I myself do not have any idea why." It was the truth. The guild just suddenly decided to take him down, but he had a few inklings as to why they'd go to such lengths.. like perhaps the fact that he was a SAO survivor being one of those. There were a lot of perks with the account transfer and he quite understood if they thought that he was somehow cheating -even though he wasn't- because of that. Another was.. well.. something a lot darker. The odds of it being true were slim, but it was possible. Even then, he didn't understand such reasoning.

"Anyways," Lorde cleared his throat, pistol going back inside his robes with a soft rustle of thick fabric. "How long is it gonna take you to make it? It's almost 8. I have school tomorrow and I still haven't eaten dinner." Not that he already wanted to leave.. he was just starting to feel a little awkward, knowing that Celestite was already -sort of- his friend. He didn't really know what friends did.. well..maybe he was being too hasty in thinking that they were that. Maybe they'll just end up as business acquaintances.

He felt gloomy all of a sudden. He didn't even think of that possibility before hand. At least, if it came to that, he'd just erase the raven from his Friends list, as pathetic as that sounded.

Still, it was something to consider.

July 12, 2015

[7:41 PM, Celestite's Shop]

He knew. Somehow he knew that the only person who could defeat an entire army, the only person who would have the intense, passionate will to survive inside of a game, the only person who clung so hard to life when death was only temporary was a Sword Art Online survivor.

This was Celestite’s first time meeting an SAO survivor. The desire to ask all the questions running through his head were strong, but he stayed quiet. Why would someone want to talk about that experience? As curious as Celes was, that curiosity wasn’t as strong as Lorde’s sorrow, his devastating memories. Or so the Leprechaun assumed. So he stayed quiet, keeping his invasive questions to himself, and hoped that one day Lorde would trust him to tell him everything that happened while he was trapped in that virtual prison for two years.

In the meantime, Celes listened to the rest of Lorde’s explanations with a raised eyebrow and, once again, a suspicious look. It was only when Lorde showed off his gun did Celes' fingers twitch and his suspicious expression transformed to one of awe and shock. Unique indeed. Lorde was probably the only person in this game who used guns, so it was possible the Mercenary Guild was caught off guard by it… but a thousand strong? Unlikely.

“Can I see it?” Celes leaned forward, tilting his head at the clearly powerful gun. However, even from a distance the weaponsmith could see that the gun wouldn’t be able to defeat the entire Mercenary Guild. It could possibly rival the legendary weapon he had made once upon a time, but to defeat all those strong players….

“You’re lyiiiiiing~” Came the singsong response when Lorde put his weapon away. Celes’ smile was one of amusement. “You can’t fool me. That gun is powerful, I’m sure, but it can’t beat an entire army. And if the Mercenary Guild knows what they’re doing, and they do, they would force you to use majority of your MP, causing you to be unable to continue to use spells. That would leave just the gun and it wouldn't be enough to defeat the army.” Celes winked at the other, finally standing and walking closer to his guest.

“Come on. Let me see your gun. I want to appraise it.”

To hold such a weapon, a weapon that once again couldn’t be found ALO… This was turning out to be a great day. It made him wonder if somehow, somewhere in ALO, there were materials to make guns. No one had ever tried. None of the weapon databases had any type of guns listed. It should have been impossible to use guns in this game, and yet here was living proof that it could be done.

Already feeling familiar with Lorde--Celestite tended to act familiar with anyone he considered a friend--he stood next to the other, leaning against the wall with him and elbowed him in the rib.

“I have school too and I’m not complaining. But since you need to go….” Celes sighed and opened his inventory again, looking over Kusanagi's materials and stats. “It won’t take too long. Just a few moments. But we haven’t even discussed the topic of payment, my friend. And I don’t want money from you.”

Monetary payment wasn’t what Celes required for his services, at least not from Lorde. There was something else he wanted the other to do. It required a strong man, or rather a strong army, but perhaps… Just perhaps Lorde was strong enough to help Celes get what he wanted.

“Want to hear a fairy tale?”

July 12, 2015

[07:44 P.M.][Celestite's Shop]

A small smirk curved Lorde's lips at the whine in Celestite's voice. It wasn't the fact that he found the other amusing, it was just that he was quite surprising, at least, as far as he could tell. And the guy was clever so Lorde doubted that he'll actually ask him to transform right in the middle of his shop. So he easily agreed internally that there was no harm in telling his one secret spell.. well.. not really all that secret anymore since probably a quarter of all the players already knew.

"I didn't lie." He corrected, one hand lifting to flick the tip of the raven's nose. "I just didn't tell you that one of the spells I used is Metamorphosis." He revealed with smug lilt to his voice. After all, his metamorphosis was the best in the game. "I just used that and stomped them all in the ground but the problem was that I was a big target." Visible magenta eyes glared at nothing in particular, clear orbs going sharp and dangerous at the memory. "After that..well.. you know the rest."

While Lorde understood why the guild would attack him, it still annoyed him a bit as to how they went about it; treating him like an animal and hunting him down for their own reasons and he really couldn't do anything about besides finding out their true purpose and eventually cutting off the head of the snake. But then again, in a world where death was but an illusion, he doubted that even then, it would end just like that. But that was still something to consider for another time.

He took out his gun once more. "Are there no guns in this game?" He had meant to ask with curiosity but it came out more as a scoff, as if the notion was somehow laughable. Sure Alfheim was more of a fantasy setting but he'd at least considered that they'd included all kinds of weapons in the game. But now that he'd thought about it, there wasn't much that really resembled complex technology and things that about the industrialization age and beyond. But nonetheless, maybe an upgrade was planned since he was able to carry-over his gun. That meant that it was at least in the coding of the game.. that or it was probably originally purposed so that SAO players could transfer their characters in Alfheim.. he did hear that the two were somehow what they called 'brother projects'.

Lorde gave an indiscernible shrug. It was all so.. unnecessary to think about. Besides, he had more 'pressing' matters to attend to, like the elbow that just hit him in the ribs. He was muscled enough, in-game and outside, but that didn't mean that those pointy and bony things that Celestite called elbows didn't hurt. He groaned.

"Be careful with those lethal things. They sting like a monster bee." The monotone of his voice barely covered the fondness that laced over it, something that Lorde hadn't expected. It was.. easy.. talking with Celestite. He didn't feel terribly self conscious and how the other acted calmed him.. somewhat. Like they were already friends.. no matter how the white-head still fumbled in the dark about that.

And then came the admission that the other was a student just like him. Not that it was surprising, most of the players being students, but the fact itself that Celestite was like him.. possibly even the same age.. Lorde found that a little bit comforting. That they have something in common. But then came the talk of payment and Lorde couldn't help but blurt out,

"For a second there, I thought you were gonna ask for my body, not that I would mind. But I guess there are better things in this game." He had meant it as a joke since in SAO some of the merchants and smiths did ask for such payments, but it came out a lot more serious than he had wanted. Curse the fact that he couldn't express some emotions properly.

But thinking back on it.. for someone as private as Lorde was, he actually didn't mind the idea as much as he thought he would. Sure in SAO he had participated in sexual activities -it was natural to have that, especially in a setting where one could die any time- but he'd known his partner that time, had been his most trusted person in the game. This was.. this was nothing like that. He had just met Celestite and for Lorde to easily suggest such a thing, without any feeling of concern, shocked himself a little. SAO may have changed him more than he thought. At least, as a small consolation, he had suggested it inside a game. He doubted that he'd suggest it outside.. because then.. it would become personal. Sure he could talk about his life outside, but it would only end on generalities.. anything more than that he wasn't inclined to share. He didn't want anyone to know that he was just as alone in real life as he was in the game. Pity was something he would not accept.

Then came the talk about fairy tales and Lorde almost snorted in such irony. Weren't they already inside one? But it did sound interesting. A fairy tale inside a fairy tale.

"Go on." He murmured, letting the tip of one of his wings give the raven an almost friendly nudge to the shoulder.

They'd barely gotten to know each other, but Lorde already found himself captivated.

He and his damn enjoyment for good stories.

July 14, 2015

[7:48 PM, Celestite's Shop]

A whine escaped the Leprechaun when his nose was flicked, but he accepted the affectionate gesture while listening to Lorde. During his time in Alfheim Online he had come across a lot of players, many with abilities he could only ever dream of having himself. Few, however, had truly exceptional abilities, and even fewer had abilities that could only be described as one of kind.

Lorde, with his weaponry, his former life in Sword Art Online, and now the revelation of his Metamorphosis ability, was truly a one of a kind player.

Celestite was secretly overjoyed at having met such an interesting man.

He could hear the smugness in Lorde's voice as he spoke about his secret ability, but Celes wasn't displeased by it. In fact he was attracted to it. He himself tended to use the same voice when talking about his precious armor and weapons. There was something wonderfully alluring about a man who was confident in his abilities.

"So you turned into something strong enough to defeat the army? What could be that strong? A dinosaur?"

He chuckled at his own joke, but knew he should take heed. Lorde was strong, stronger than any player he had met thus far. His strength came not only from his stats, but from having to fight for his life in a deadly online game. It took more than strength, good spells and weapons to defeat that guild...

Though he couldn't deny that his weapon of choice was impressive. "There are guns in ALO," Celes said, gently cascading his long, delicate fingers over the shiny barrel of Lorde's gun. "Yours." A flirtatious wink was shot at the Spriggan when Celes was finally able to take hold of the weapon to admire it even closer. It was heavy; Celestite had already guessed Lorde preferred heavier weapons as opposed to light ones like his own rapier.

"But yours is only one I've seen. However, now I have to find out if more guns exist in this game and if I can forge any. Thanks for challenge." He handed the gun back to its rightful owner, kissing the tip of it with pouty lips before it disappeared from sight.

"If you take care of her, she'll continue to take care of you. Next time let me polish her. I can even try to increase her parameters if they aren't already maxed."

Before he could move on, now that his weapon fixation was satisfied, Celes was forced to rib Lorde one more time with his elbow. He laughed, and only laughed harder at Lorde's admission.

"You thought I was going to say that because you wanted me to." Feeling bolder, bolder than he ever did in the real world, Celes moved in front of Lorde, resting his hands on his chest.

"I don't mind if you take off your clothes. But perhaps you want that to be payment for something else?" It took everything in him not to let it show how impressed he was--and attracted to--the strong muscles he was touching. They were hard yet lean, built to take more than just a couple of hits which was completely opposite of the soft, squishy Leprechaun. Lorde was fighter, a warrior, and these muscles were only further proof of that.

"That being said, I do need your body as payment for Kusanagi." He trailed his fingers over Lorde's chest, sucking in the virtual air around him at the feel of those muscles all the way down to his abs. Never, never in a million years would he dream of being so forward in the real world. He was social; he liked to touch or mess with people, but this… Even this was a bit much for him. But Lorde… It was hard to believe the fighter wasn’t purposely making Celes’ knees weak and his breathing heavy.

"I need your arms and your mind. I need all of you."

He wrapped his arms around Lorde's neck and pressed their bodies flush together. Alfheim's engine was impressive.... Celes could feel Lorde's body heat around him, pulling him in faster and harder. This couldn't have just been 1s and 0s. The way his wings fluttered, the way his heart jumped, the way his throat suddenly dried... That was all real.

"What I want is a treasure dropped by a king from a long time ago. Alfheim's history is dark. An evil king called Arthur attempted to seek out each and every fairy on this earth and destroy them. He hated them, feared them. He sent his best armies, his best warriors, his best knights after the fairies and slaughtered them one by one.” As the legendary tale of one of Alfheim’s darkest eras flowed from Celes’ mouth, he began to sway ever so slightly. The movement was barely there, but the Leprechaun was sure they were close enough for Lorde to feel it, to feel Celes silently asking him to participate in this slow, soft dance with him.

“But the fairies were smart. They combined their forces. The Leprechauns made the best weapons and armor they could, the Spriggans tricked the humans with their illusion magic, the Cait Sith offered up their strongest beasts, the Salamanders formed armies of their most powerful soldiers, each and every race had something to offer and together they turned the tides of war. So much so that Arthur himself decided to join his soldiers on the battlefield. He was no match for the entire fairy population, though. He quickly fell and his sword was taken as a trophy. That sword is now buried deep within Alfheim. In Jötunheimr to be exact. That’s where the legendary sword Excalibur lays. And I want it.”

Celestite let out a breath when his story was finished. He found it difficult to read Lorde’s eyes, to see if he was interested in his story, to see if the Leprechaun had captivated him, to see if he cared at all.

“I’m not strong enough to get the weapon, but you are. You’re incredibly strong. So what do you say? I’ll make you Kusanagi if you help me get Excalibur. Are you in?”

July 14, 2015

[07:50 P.M.][Celestite's Shop]

Many people, to Lorde's unending confusion, think that he is somehow asexual; not interested in sex and never really experiencing hormones like most teenagers his age did. To those who have read in the papers about him surviving SAO, they immediately blame the trauma he underwent in the game for his supposed lack of interest to anyone who claimed had given him a pass. He'd never refuted those assumptions only for the very reason that he hadn't even known that they were actually flirting with him. He'd only figured out days later that stolen glances and 'accidental' meeting of hands along with batted lashes were a form of saying that they wanted to be in his pants. Not that he would have agreed, but the point was, he didn't understand their so called subtle signals. For all he knew they just happened to have a bug crawling in their eyes when they looked at him with fluttering lashes. What was so difficult with just going right to the person and telling them that they wanted to fuck? He could understand that..

Like how he understood what Celestite wanted as his petite hand explored his clothed chest and stomach.

Okay, that wasn't exactly his intention when he tried to say his joke-that-somehow-turned-into-a-serious-statement but he wasn't really complaining either. Like every other boy his age, Lorde also had a sex drive, a bit more controlled than normal but still, it was there. And sometimes, just like everyone else, he felt that his hand wasn't satisfying enough. Not that he'd openly look for a partner, but the want for something better.. for something tighter, hotter, wetter.. was still there. And now that 'something' was right there, in front of him, eyes practically glowing with want as he rubbed Lorde's hidden muscles.. which was quickly becoming bad for something down there..

Did Celestite know that he was naked beneath his robes? Granted he was wearing skin-tight boxers, but that wouldn't really hide anything. If at all, it would just make his 'problem' all the more noticeable. But he retained his cool, hidden face remaining impassive and eyes mildly blank, because he was superman, dammit!

"It seems that you are quite the possessive playmate." Was Lorde's amused response, hands going down to rest on a slim waist, and subconsciously pulling them even more flush together.

And as the tale of Excalibur was told, Lorde couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed at the fact that it was just a written history and nothing more. The battle that ensued must have been massive and downright near cataclysmic. How he would have wanted to have witnessed it; all of Alfheim against a murderous tyrant. Such a spectacle it would have been.

Then Celestite began to sway in the slowest of dances and Lorde's eyes gleamed as his body moved along the imaginary tune. He couldn't help but find what they were doing.. quite romantic of the leprechaun..even in the dim of Celestite's shop, surrounded by small walls and nothing more. Never, for the life of him, would he have anticipated such turn of events. And he welcomed it, more than he liked to admit. He liked how Celestite could just... make him not him.. turn his entire personality completely around with just the simplest of words and gestures. It was... Lorde didn't have any words for it.

So when the tale went to its climax, Lorde spun them around, one hand going up to support the shorter male's shoulder blades while the other going down to lift a thigh and rest it against his hip, pressing them together even closer, just as he leaned to give the other a gentle dip.

"You have quite the tale there, master smith." He murmured, voice soft and slightly muffled against the cloth that covered half his face but with eyes that glittered as two noses bumped in a gentle meeting. "And why not? This quest of yours sounds fun. Besides, you have too many deaths in your player info. It would do you good to have a weapon as powerful as Excalibur is."

Magenta orbs smiled just as Lorde pressed covered lips against exposed ones before slowly lifting up and ending their extended dip.

"We need to toughen you up a bit though. I doubt that you're even strong enough to survive the fucking I can give you." Smugness lifted up his voice once more, one pale eyebrow lifting in silent challenge.

This day was turning out to be a lot more fun that he had first predicted.

July 14, 2015

[7:54 PM, Celestite's Shop]

Their dance, their swaying, their closeness, their warmth… Lorde’s warmth. Celestite found himself clinging to it when he considered, for only just a moment, letting go and ending their dance. It was impossible. He couldn’t let go. He couldn’t let go if he wanted to. It would take more than a spell or a weapon to break him away from this Spriggan. And it seemed said Spriggan didn’t want to let go of his new “playmate” as he had so affectionately called him.

A playmate. The idea didn’t seem as impossible as just the thought releasing Lorde from his arms did. Celes could be this man’s playmate; he wanted to be this man’s playmate. The feelings that rushed through him were real and true. The fact they were in a game didn’t matter, and yet he contradicted himself. His feelings and experiences here were real. They were things he would take with him to the real world and utilize, help him grow. But at the thought of having sex with Lorde….

It was just a game. Nothing more. So it wouldn’t matter if they screwed each other or not.

The thought was further pressed into his mind when his center of gravity unbalance. Celestite’s leg gently rubbed against Lorde’s strong hip, and his body fell like a flower bending in the wind. Strong arms kept the light weighted Leprechaun from meeting the ground while Celes’ own thin arms laced gracefully around Lorde’s neck again. His fingers slowly weaved their way through hair that was the complete opposite of his own color, though it’s softness rivaled his own.

Lorde was so… Captivating.

And his voice… The gentle, muffled, but clearly powerful voice captivated him even more when it spoke the words the young fairy had wanted to hear.

“You’ll do it?” Celestite whispered, smiling when their noses met. Never before had he asked someone to take on this task… He knew it would take someone special to handle it. Someone who was unafraid, yet respected the dangers of one of the most powerful dungeons in the game.

“Too many deaths?” Celes smirked, running a slender finger down Lorde’s check, then down his perfect neck to rest at his shapely collarbone that the blacksmith simply wanted to devour. “And you have too many kills. But… I’ll admit. I could use something to protect me. Perhaps a someone as well.”

After all, most of his energy and time had been put into raising his crafting skills… Maybe now was the time to raise his strength and his fighting skills.

Or maybe Lorde would remain with him, keeping him safe from anyone who wanted to threaten or hurt him.

Those thoughts, however, turned to smoke and floated away when he felt lips over his own. He closed his eyes, gasped softly, and wished desperately for the cloth blocking those lips to disappear. It was hard to breath, hard to speak, hard to function. What had he done to him? What did Lorde do to Celestite to make him turn into jelly, to make his head fall back as he was suspended in the air, to make his wings flap ferociously on their own with the gears clicking and turning loudly, to make the blood flow through his body so fast that he felt like he was on fire?

What did he to him?

With his head back, neck exposed and eyes off of Lorde, he took in his surroundings, hardly remembering that this was his shop. Blocking the view of his desk were Lorde’s large, haunting wings. The formed a cage around Celestite, trapping him against this master fighter and protecting him from anything out of that cage that would hurt him. He embraced the idea of being trapped in Lorde’s birdcage, singing a song of enchantment and endearment. He embraced the idea of Lorde’s skeletal wings, which should have felt harsh to the touch, wrapping him up and keeping him safe and warm.

“Lorde….” The word rolled off his tongue, and he licked his dry lips as he was brought back up and the smooth, velvety voice that was the Spriggan’s suddenly gained a hint--more than a hint--of smugness.

That attractive, alluring smugness.

“I promise you, Spriggan,” Celes started, leaning up to speak in the other’s ear, his voice dripping and sweet like honey. “I’m stronger than I look. If you think you can break me by ravaging my body….” The pair of brown and white eyes met the deep magenta orbs. “Then by all means, take me….”

A crooked smile…

“But you said you had school. And you haven’t even eaten, darling.” Celestite laughed loudly, pulling Lorde into a hug which allowed him to run his hands over his back muscles. “Plus, there’s the matter of me making Kusanagi, though… Well, I doubt I can focus well now. But I can do it. You’re such a busy man. I doubt you have time to ravage this little Leprechaun….”

July 14, 2015

[08:00 P.M.][Celestite's Shop]

A smirk broke free, sudden and uncontrolled, at how Celestite just clung to him despite his words of things that needed to be done. Things that would undoubtedly end their night together prematurely and would probably just end up keeping them both awake until late hours; cold and needy. No. The inevitable was a much better choice, besides he wasn't that hungry for food just yet and Kusanagi could still wait. He wasn't in any particular rush for them. He was in a rush for something though.

"You say all that as if you want me to leave but your arms around me seems to contradict your words." He chuckled, one hand taking hold of the sleeve of his robe before pulling, ripping a small piece of cloth from it. "And I think I still have time for a leisurely bath. May I use yours?"

Then with the swiftness he only used in battle, the strip of cloth was used to blindfold the unsuspecting leprechaun. Lorde gave a soft chuckle, amusement filtering in between the lilting sound. "You look positively decadent, Ce-les-tite. Another smirk before the spriggan moved out of the embrace and just stared. "Don't remove it, else our night shall come to an untimely ending."

There were many types of people; all of which have their own unique blend of personalities and reasoning. Many follow the same pattern as to how they live their public life when it comes to romance and sex. Those who were energetic outside, would also be energetic when it came to coupling. But there were those rare instances where a person's personality completely changes from how they appear in society to how they act behind closed doors. In this instance, Lorde had been told that he was such. The normal indifference and blank features melting away into mischievousness and possessiveness. Monotonic grunts turning into chuckles of amusement. Marble face softening into a vast lake of emotions. At least, that was what he's been told by someone.

So it came as no surprise for him when he felt the muscles of his cheeks work at an unseen smile. Then there wasn't time for thinking when his hands went to remove Celestite's shirt in one breath-taking pull. Slim, such was a word he would use to describe the raven's torso; more skin and lightly defined muscles that anything else with already perky pink nipples. Lorde wanted to taste them. But he resisted, for the time being. Dexterous fingers went for the belt next, unlocking and unclasping them with smooth and almost silent glides, before the buttons that lay beneath came undone. The pull of a zipper sounded loud in the suddenly quiet room.

"Hey, Celes," Came the soft clear whisper as Lorde took off his hood, mask slipping down and revealing to the blindfolded raven Sakurai behind it. He leaned down, pink lips closing in around a nipple and giving a hard suck, hands going back to Celestite's hips to pull off tight pants. He gave another hard suck, letting the tip of his tongue flick against the hardened nub while keeping it in between his teeth. The white-head pulled back, lips curving in a smirk at how red one nipple had become. "Am I the first customer to get the prime goods? If so, you can consider me as that someone to protect you." Was the late addition as the other nipple was given much the same attention its twin did.

"Have you been waiting for someone to do these things to you, master smith?" Came the amused question, muffled as Lorde gave one final suck before pulling back and taking off his robe with a heavy rustle. Then he was lifting the blindfolded teen by the hips and letting slender thighs curl and lock around his own, two prominent erections rubbing enticingly together at such close proximity. "For someone so small, you sure do have a lot of legs. It's hot. You should see how sexy you are with your legs around me." A chuckle, one hand taking hold of a thin wrist before guiding it down, where they were both hot and hard. "Feel that Celes? You think you can handle something that big going inside you, stretching you over and over until your small hole is red and bruised?"

It wasn't bragging, the way Lorde talked about his dick. He had always been big, even as a child and it just made more so as he grew up. In the game, he had no qualms in being shameless about it, but outside.. he was quite conscious of it; making sure that the jammers he used for swim club were at least large enough so that his' did not poke out. But then after SAO he'd come to accept that having a big dick was only good or bad depending on what he himself thought of it. He was mostly neutral on that subject. But now, with Celestite clinging to him, it was definitely a good thing.

Lorde made another amused chuckle, hands going a bit further down to support and grip Celetite's cloth-covered ass, as he began to walk towards the stairs. He did mention something about a bath.

Their journey towards the second floor was a slow one, Lorde being careful not to suddenly drop the leprechaun while they were ascending the stairs, but that was mostly interrupted by him pinning Celestite against the wall and furiously rutting against him while he sucked and licked on a throbbing nipple. And by the time they got to what appeared to be the house's shower, Lorde was already impatient enough to just rip their undergarments off. So he did just before tentatively letting the raven drop on the tiled floor. And with a soft squeak, warm water came pouring down on both of them.

Magenta eyes gleamed, running along the now wet and slightly glowing fairy that was Celestite. Such a pretty picture the raven made with his soaked blindfold, finger-shaped bruises on his hips, puffy nipples, miles and miles of pale legs, and a hard and dripping cock. Lorde wanted to eat him.

"You're so pretty like this; all wet and glistening, your dick so hard and already leaking." Came the breathy murmur, one black-nailed finger pushing against Celestite's cock-slit. Then Lorde surged, like a tidal wave, claiming the master crafter's lips in a bruisingly possessive kiss, tongue defiling the other's mouth and mapping out every untouched crevice. His muffled moan went unheard in the hiss of water as their full nakedness finally met in a slick rubbing that made him crave for more.

Rough hands didn't stay idle, they roamed flesh in a rough caress, parting water and sweat alike in their wake for dominion, right hand resting underneath a knee before pulling up until it rested on the raven's chest. Left hand took hold of a throbbing erection before slowly guiding it to Celestite's exposed hole, wet slit dragging against a pink puckered rim in maddening circles and just the thought that he'd be filling that hole up later made Lorde groan as more blood went southward.

"Want me to push it in, Celestite? Want me to fill you up until you're so loose even when I pull out you'll still feel like I'm inside?" The thought made him pant; how such a narrow hole must look after he's done with it. It'll probably gape wide open, so much so that he'll be able to see the cummy mess inside.. god.. how that thought almost made him cum. He must really be a closet pervert if he could come up with something like that.

But for the time being, he resisted the want to just push and pound. First, he needed to prepare Celestite.

So, he went to one knee -the second one with the same person in the same night- and let the raven's foot rest on his shoulder. Lorde shuddered. Celestite's hole looked even better up close; all flushed and twitching, dripping with warm water. Then before he knew it, his face was already planted firmly against it, nuzzling the soft skin and just enjoying the hedonistic glee that coursed through him at the simple fact that a cute ass was on his face.

"Aaaah. I love your ass, Celes. It's so wonderful." Came the blissed-out moan, before Lorde opened his mouth and let his tongue pierce the leprechaun's most private of part. The inside was oh so soft, so tight and tasted of hot water. Lorde couldn't help but be addicted, his control slipping as he began to feast, one hand going down to push two fingers alongside a licking tongue; stretching and just tormenting the soft nub that was Celestite's prostate.

He had never been this turned on before with just rimming and fingering someone. Couldn't believe all the carnality that his mind provided that made him all the more harder. How he just wanted his tongue a lot longer so that he could taste Celestite's deepest of parts. What had this master craftsman done to him?

But then Celestite was shouting, back curving perfectly in an arc, hole clamping uselessly against energetic fingers and the two inches of tongue Lorde could push in, as he came; white erupting in a beautiful curve reminiscent of a rainbow. The spriggan smirked, pulling back before closing his lips around a still twitching cock; sucking and letting the tip of his tongue catch the remainder of the raven's powerful release.

"We're not done yet, Celes." Was the smug announcement as Lorde stood and once again gathered Celestite in his arms, pinning both the slim boy's wrists atop his head with one powerful hand while supporting the rest of his body with only the press of their hips, the white-head's erection right in between two plump cheeks.

Then he was pulling back, just slightly, using his free hand and taking hold of his now painful erection, pressing the tip against Celestite's still twitching hole before slowly pushing in. It was hot and so so soft and tight; the want to just dick into him was so powerful Lorde had to pause to pull his control back in fear of hurting the raven more than he already was. He took a deep breath.

"You okay?" He murmured, leaning forward and pressing their lips, but this time in a gentle and what might have been an affectionate kiss, just as he began to push once more. He sighed in relief as the first ring of muscle was breached, the head of his cock all sucked in. And when Lorde started pushing again, he pulled back from their lip-lock in favor of watching himself sink in the exquisiteness that was Celestite.

"Hah.. I guess, you really can take me huh? But damn, wish you could see how red your ass hole is around my cock. Looks so pretty how you're just stretched to the limit. I bet you just love how that feels huh? Having an ass so full you can even feel it in your stomach. Do you like that, Cel? Hah.. that's what I'm gonna call you; Cel, my own private cockslut." A groan echoed, bouncing against wet tiles just as Lorde finally hilted himself.

"Come on now, Cel. Move your hips and show me just how much you love my cock."

July 15, 2015

There was a change in Lorde, like something inside of him snapped and released a being that was full of passion, energy, lust. A person dripping with sin who wanted to spread it to the most willing, or perhaps most deserving person; Celes in this case. While Lorde himself was the same, the snarkiness, the cold eyes, the strong muscles, the intimidating wings, there was something different. Something in his eyes that Celes couldn’t place. The usual glare melted away and Celes saw new life in those magenta eyes. The smugness that usually came out in his voice was now reflected in his thin, beautiful orbs. His whole body seemed more dominant, more possessing. It was a welcome change for the situation.

And Lorde wasn’t the only one who went through a change. The normally sassy, teasing, know-it-all Celes quieted down, allowed Lorde’s demeanor and lust to wash over him, and became passive, almost innocent in his attitude. His own passion was still raging inside of him, but as Lorde began to take charge he accepted the fact that the Spriggan was the Alpha. His Alpha. And as soon as Celes’ world was covered in darkness, the surprise of it coming out in a small gasp, he submitted to him entirely.

“You look positively decadent, Ce-les-tite.” The leprechaun’s mouth pulled into a smile as his name was said in such a way, though it was short lived at Lorde’s next words. “Don’t remove it, else our night shall come to an untimely end.”

The only reason he would do that, aside from simply exerting his authority, was that he didn’t want his face seen. Why wouldn’t he let him see his face? Avatars in this game were randomly generated so some people disliked the way they looked, but they dealt with it. Or perhaps it was something deeper than appearance. Perhaps he was worried about coming across other SAO survivors in here. It seemed unlikely to Celes, but it was just one of many possibilities. Nevertheless, it saddened Celes. Thin hands reached up to try and stroke the clothed face, but before they could make it, Lorde moved away.

It was cold now. Lorde’s warmth, his strong, dominating body had left him and he stood there, tilting his head in confusion. In his mind, Celestite could see the other. He could see him staring at him, admiring his slender body, watching him like a wolf watching it’s prey. Those magenta eyes were scanning him up and down, drinking in the sight of him and Celestite knew it. He knew how the wolf stalked and took out it’s unassuming prey. But the thought of being devoured by Lorde made Celestite’s breath come out in heavy pants. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, played with his fingers, did anything to keep his mind off the heaviness that was growing in his pants.

Though that heaviness only increased when, with quickness that could only have been developed inside of an unforgiving world, his clothes disappeared. A small mewl escaped him as he stood there in only his underwear, the darkness making him more anxious and curious as to what Lorde would do. Various scenarios played out in his mind, all of them luscious and sinful and delectable. A small pink tongue wet dry, pouty lips, and long, delicate fingers reached out to touch something, anything.

And they found Lorde. Or rather Lorde found him. The warmth enveloped Celes again, even more so than before as his small, pink nipple was sucked on. “Ngh….” His long arms wrapped around his partner again; this time he wouldn’t let him away from him. This time he wouldn’t ever let him go.

“Am I the first customer to get the prime goods? If so, you can consider me that someone to protect you.”

That liquid voice dripped sweetly over Celestite’s chest, making him shudder and tighten his grip in Lorde’s hair.

“Lorde….” Was all Celes managed to whisper between soft pants. But he nodded quickly, using every ounce of strength to keep his knees from buckling under him. “Y-yes…. I’ve had offers, but how could I take them? Trading my art for a person to throw himself inside of me? Some think I’m a girl. Others just want to get close so I will make them free weapons and armor. But… Those people…. They could never protect me. No, it’s not a fair trade.”

But Lorde… Lorde was the perfect trade.

“Protect me….”

Just as he promised himself, Celes didn’t let the other go when he was lifted. He didn’t let him go when he felt their strong arousals brush against each other, the cloth blocking them from truly feeling one another. He didn’t let him go as he was taken up the stairs, kissing and touching and rough-housing the whole way. It was only when they made it to the bathroom and he was let onto the floor did Celes whine and pout, keeping his arms outstretched for the white-haired warrior.

“Lorde… Lorde please….”

He reached out in the darkness, not knowing where his protector had gone to. He stretched out his arm, hoping the other would take it, but instead his body was hit with water. He gasped, his body extra sensitive in the darkness surrounding him. Not knowing what was going on, not knowing where anything was, not possibly having a clue as to what Lorde would do to him…

His cock pulsed at the uncertainty and the excitement of the situation. His legs spread unconsciously and his arms retracted back to him as the water washed over him. He shivered, craved Lorde’s touch again. Wanted it. Needed it.

Then in the darkness, he heard Lorde’s husky voice all around him. He felt his strong hand on his arousal, making him momentarily lose any sense that remained within him.

“Lorde--” Whatever he was going to say didn’t matter. Celes moaned loudly as his lips were captured by Lorde’s, his tongue pushing inside of him, his lips sucking hard on his own. He kissed him back eagerly, rubbing his legs against the other’s bare skin. He allowed Lorde to do whatever he wanted with him, to touch him and kiss him however he wanted. He fell into the other’s dominant aura, drowned in the lust he found there, and desperately begged for him to take his body at will.

“Uh huh… Yes… Yes, I want you to. I want you to fu--Ah!” With his sense of sight gone, the others senses were stronger. He could smell the desire in the air, he could hear his and Lorde’s pants mixed with the falling water that hit their bodies, he could still taste the other’s tongue in his mouth, but mostly he could feel. He could feel everything. He could feel the soft, gentle water that the darkness tricked him into thinking was rainwater. He could feel the hard, cold tile on his back that felt like rocks in the forest. He could feel Lorde’s moist tongue enter him, causing him to shiver, and he could feel the fingers that accompanied it which caused him to cry out and squirm under the falling drops.

He hardly recognized his own voice, the way it mewled and cried out in desperation. It rose higher and higher as Lorde invaded him, stirring up everything inside of him, touching him in a way that was unfamiliar but oh so welcome. His fingers worked expertly to touch everywhere that would make Celes cry harder, louder. Maybe they had done this in Lorde’s dreams and he had remembered each spot that would make Celestite scream his name.

Celes liked the thought.

Then before he even had a chance to register it was happening Celes’ hand flew to his stomach, his back arched, his head suspended above the ground, his legs spread wider, and his mouth formed a perfect “O” as he screamed Lorde’s name. White liquid burst from his cock, covering himself and his lover. As quickly as he had risen, he fell back to the tiled floor, the water assisting in washing the white substance off of his body. It was hard to catch his breath; water fell into his mouth as he attempted to breath through it and calm his shivering body.

But it seemed they were far from done.

He gasped when his hands were pinned above him. He couldn’t fight it; he couldn’t resist. The other’s strength far outweighed his own, not that it mattered. He wouldn’t have fought back anyway. The thought of letting this man have his way with him, controlling him completely, caused Celes’ cock to twitch. But he wasn’t ready. He needed a minute… Just a minute…

Not that he would receive one.

“L-Lorde… Lorde, wait… I--” His whiny voice was cut off by something else entering him. Something big. So big. Too big…. They had joked about it before, but perhaps Celes’ small frame wasn’t enough to take in something so large and heavy and full. Tears formed in his eyes, though he wasn’t sure if the other could see them.

He had almost asked him to stop. At this rate it was possible that Lorde would diminish the other’s HP to 0 if they kept on. He had almost given up, almost told Lorde to back off when he felt soft, chaste lips against his own. The other cared enough to ask about him, to give him tender kisses, calming him down enough to allow his body to squeeze around his lover, accepting him fully.

“Ngh… L-Lorde….”

"Do you like that, Cel? Hah.. that's what I'm gonna call you; Cel, my own private cockslut."

His bliss, his pure unadulterated pleasure, was interrupted by a raise of his eyebrow and a smirk on his lips. What had Lorde dared call the master smith?

“You’ll call me what? Try calling me that. I dare you. Call me that again and see--Ahhh!”

He would have to remember the spot that Lorde just hit… It felt good. Too good. Good enough for him to forget whatever it was the damn Spriggan had said.

“Uhnn…” His legs slipped and slid on the wet surface, the falling drops tickled his second erection of the day, his arms resisted naturally against the other’s strong grip, and his body was accepting Lorde more and more.

"Come on now, Cel. Move your hips and show me just how much you love my cock."

“I… I….” He would do whatever the other said at this point. His whole body was blushed in light red and pink, though with Lorde inside of him it felt as if his body had turned to gold. His half opened mouth released breathless exhales as his hips began to dance, pushing and pulling Lorde’s thick arousal in and out of him.

The movement was slow, savory, and as delicious as when Lorde had his tongue and fingers in him, even more so. It was all he could manage in his weakened state, after cuming once and having his small body punctured. Yet even as fatigued as he was, he wouldn’t trade this for anything. It was painful, though as time went on Celes only felt his body burn with fires of pleasure. The darkness brought with it a certain pleasure all it’s own. Not knowing where Lorde’s hands would wind up next, not knowing if he would get to feel the other’s lips on his again, not seeing any sign of what Lorde was planning….

It was adventurous. Far more adventurous than running his business day in and day out. Far more adventurous than going to school every day. And far more adventurous than turning up at swim practice.

This was what he craved. He craved excitement. He craved pleasure. He craved a hero. He craved a protector.

He craved Lorde.

“Kiss me,” the Leprechaun asked as his body continued to slide against Lorde’s throbbing cock which was piercing him with exact precision in all the right places. “Kiss me… And hold me….” He struggled against his lover’s strong grip, wanting to sit up and rest his weakened body in the other’s lap, enveloped in his embrace.

“I’ll ride you,” he said quietly, a small smile forming on his lips. “It’ll be slow, delicate. But I think you’ll like it. Unless you just want to just pound into me….”

Celes lifted his hips and thrust himself hard against the other, gasping as Lorde’s massive arousal pierced him to the hilt, pushing as deep inside of him as it could. He held himself there, moaning and crying out as his own arousal now begged for attention. It was hard to resist Lorde and the sexual prowess he had somehow acquired. And as that sexuality continued to drape over him, his body tightened around the other and he threw his head back as he began to move again, just a bit harder than the slow dance he performed just a few moments ago.

This was all he wanted. This was all he needed.

He now belonged to this strange and wonderful man.

July 15, 2015

All consuming. That was the only word Lorde could use to describe Celestite, with how wantonly he gave up control, how needy his body had responded, and how greed his words had been laced. No matter what anyone would have said, no matter how many times they would have labeled the leprechaun as submissive, they wouldn't have known -without being in his place- how possessive the raven had become. It was subtle, the way his way of possession was shown; evident in the meaning of his sentences and the way his body consumed. They had both been a cage that allured and enticed the other, locking and keeping each a prisoner once a taste had been taken. A smile curved Lorde's lips. Yes. This was what he craved; someone who could take all of him and still be intact and fighting at the end, someone who was just as willing to devour him whole as to be devoured in return.

For every bounce Celestite made, Lorde gave a harsh push; the melody of skin slapping accompanied by heavy panting had soon covered the small bathroom, slowly filtering out into the hallway and soon the rest of the house as their coupling grew its intensity. It was bliss; this give and take that they were coalescing into.. almost maddening at how much want hung in the heavy air. Lorde grunted and Celestite moaned.

"Kiss me.. And hold me...." The raven had panted, struggled with the spriggan's resistance.. And Lorde gave him what he wanted.

Calloused hand retreated from crossed and bruised wrists that fell limply on muscled shoulders as said hand went down to grip a shapely cheek instead, joining the other and prying them apart even more just as a hard and toned torso came into contact with a slimmer one, all but squishing the leprechaun against the cold of the tiled wall. Lips descended on still smiling lips, hard and rough they were treated, conquered by an insistent tongue that laid waste to the moist cavern inside and exerting total dominion over an equally slick appendage; all the while he never stopped moving, pounding in and out in furious rhythm and rubbing themselves flush from chest to groin.

Lorde didn't want slow and delicate. He wanted it hard, fast and bruising. He wanted their first to be an establishment of territory. For Celestite to understand that he was his and his alone. And for the other way around to be true as well. He wanted marks on both of them, powerful enough to leave an imprint that they'd feel it even after they log-out. That was what he wanted and he expressed it in how he literally tried to fuck the life out of the small leprechaun. They could do slow and delicate after, in Celestite's bedroom.

"Later." Was what he murmured, lips detaching a centimeter away and hoping that the raven took that as his answer because that was all the time he cold take for their lips to be separated. And when he surged back in, he began to feel that not-so-familiar curling and tightening in his stomach; the herald for an impending orgasm.

So he went faster, harder, sure that Celestite's back must be burning with all that friction against the wall, but he didn't relent; pulling back almost all the way out before pushing back all of himself in, in an almost painful but too damn good meeting of sensitized flesh. The slap of their skin going louder at the absence of their open-mouthed moans; now transformed into muffled groans as they recounted what happened below with their lips teeth and tongue as well. How wonderful Celestite would have looked should he had the capability to pull back and stare; all flushed pink and shiny, with bruises all over, possible hand prints on his hips and ass, and an angry gaping red hole.

And Lorde was cumming at such explicitly defined mental image; body trembling as he hilted himself to that spasming passage and just flooded it with white hot sticky fluids, moaning his completion inside an equally bruised mouth. His crescent of pleasure almost felt agonizing in how powerful it was, miniature bolts of lightnings travelling up and down his spine and going back and forth from the tips of his fingernails to the very edges of his curled toes. Celestite was oh so good.

And Lorde wanted more.

Just as he felt his semen leak and trickle down the base of his still -not surprisingly- ready erection, he pulled his lips back and curled them into a subconscious smirk.

"Now here's where I give you a choice, Cel." He began, hard cock twitching slightly as the leprechaun's inner walls contracted around him. "Hah.. Nn.. We can end the night here and get started on things we need to do or.. His smirk widened as he pushed in even deeper, feeling more of his cum leak out. "I carry you, just like this, to your bedroom and I'll fuck you however you want until you pass out."

A tongue went out to tease the shell of Celestite's ear, pearly teeth exposing as a playful nip was made.

What comes after was now in the raven's hands.

July 16, 2015

Later. Later, later, later. Later.

Later was fine. Later meant that there would be more. Later meant that their limbs would tangle in one another again, that Celes would feel Lorde’s heavy, thick dick inside of him again, that he could keep his scent close to him, that he could run his hands over as much skin as possible.

Celes’ loud moans were muffled by Lorde’s lips, the lips that the Leprechaun hadn’t been granted permission to see. He could only imagine what they looked like based on how they felt. He could only imagine how they formed on his face, but for now he enjoyed how they completely captured his own, how they added to the dominating aura that overwhelmed the small fairy.

While Lorde’s lips captured the smaller male’s, Celes’ body captured Lorde’s large cock inside of him, trapped him and refused to let him go. The harder Lorde moved, the more Celestite’s body tightened, the more his muscles contracted and he absorbed the other in his body. They were connected in more ways than one, with their lips, their bodies, and Celes was sure their bond would be unbreakable after this.

Each thrust that pierced him sent a current through his stomach and to his heart. His muffled cries were the response of the fierce pounding he was taking. It shook him to the core, made him scream in the other’s mouth, made his nails trail down Lorde’s back, leaving bright red marks against his skin.

More pounding. More thrusting. More meeting of their bodies. More, more, Celestite wanted more. Yet he felt it again… For the second time that day, he felt it. His hand pressed against his stomach, and he could practically feel the other’s length inside of him, pressing deeper and deeper into him. He arched his back, cried out loudly, and felt his liquid leave him, once again covering him and the other in his semen.

And Lorde… To feel his cum inside of him, to know it was there, swirling inside of him and also leaking down his legs… It made him want to start all over again. It made him want to feel it happen just one more time. How many more times could Lorde squeeze his cum out of him?

Maybe… Maybe one more time.

“Oh, Lorde….” Celestite had fallen limp in the other’s arms, though his own arms stayed firmly around his neck, lightly toying with the ends of his hair. He opened his mouth to answer him, to tell him yes, fuck him and make him scream and pass out then fuck him again. But instead….

“How can you not let me see your face? You’re so cruel, Lorde. You’re so terrible.” It was barely a whisper that breathed in Lorde's ear. He barely heard his own voice, though he made sure Lorde knew what he thought of him. The harsh words he spoke, however, were contradicted by the gently placed kisses against his cheek that were working their way down to the other’s neck. His voice was heavy, panting, husky as he continued to speak. “I’ll tear you apart. For being so cruel to me.”

And just as he said he would, Celestite sank his sharp teeth into Lorde’s neck, biting as hard as he could. He could taste the blood that seeped into his mouth, secretly and sinisterly hoping the other had lost at least 1% of HP because of that bite. Though almost as soon as he bit him, he tenderly licked at the wound like a cat lapping at it’s cream.

“Take me,” Celestite said quietly, his lips brushing against the fresh bruise that was placed right at the other’s pulse. “Can you wring more juice out of me? I want to see if you can….”

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