One day I'll stop getting ideas for fanfiction.

However it doesn't appear to be anytime soon.

…Stop looking at me like that! Ensnared only has two more chapters! It's almost done! STOP JUDGING ME! DX

Enjoy n.n

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Russet eyes misted as the grave came into their gaze, the owner of said eyes approaching the stone in the garden under the cover of nightfall, the lights from the house extinguished, and the snoring detected with his angelic senses assured him that he was in no danger of being found out. He came to a halt at the gravestone, the white tails of his holy garb swaying before falling still, the angel forlornly looked upon the name carved into the surface, the name of his wife, the mother of his child, and the only woman he had ever loved.

With a sigh he knelt down before it, running his hand along her name, already lost in the world of his thoughts and his memories.

"I had heard Lloyd had come back to Sylvarant, " he stated softly, "Apparently he had been transported through the other-worldly gate…and I hear they have joined forces with the Renegades."

Of course, the stone did not reply, and Kratos sighed again, reaching into the fold of his uniform and pulling out the piece of metal he had kept around his neck for years. Flipping open the locket he gazed longingly into the picture, his wife smiling, holding their baby boy in her arms, his own arms around both of them.

"I worry for him, Anna," he whispered, his gaze to the babe in the picture, "he's just a child, he doesn't know what he is doing….though I'll admit he's been doing a surprisingly good job besides that fact."

Sighing again he lifted his gaze skyward, to the starts twinkling up ahead. His spiky locks shifted somewhat in the night breeze, his hands clenching tighter around the locket he held in his hand. It was a beautiful night, much like that one that had been not so long ago, back when Lloyd could stand to be in his presence…

"Lloyd."

The teen jumped about a foot, whipping his head around in alarm and then taking a deep breath of relief when he saw who it was that had snuck up on him.

"Geeze, Kratos, stop scaring me like that!" the brunette shook his head, attempting to calm himself down.

"You are on nightwatch, you should have been watching," he scolded, his eyes narrowing slightly, "If you want to keep alive, you need to be aware of your surroundings at all times."

"Yeah yeah, I know," he sighed with a shake of his head, lifting his gaze skyward again.

"…"

"It's a pretty night," Lloyd said, not looking at him, "You can see all of the stars really well."

"Indeed," he agreed.

"It's on nights like this…I wonder about things," he muttered.

He didn't elaborate, and Kratos went to dismiss him, perhaps scold him some more, but something stopped him. Instead, he asked.

"What sort of things?" he asked softly, barely realizing he had found himself interested.

"Well- you see…." Lloyd sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, "The only…real memory I have of my father, is on nights like this."

Kratos stiffened, but Lloyd didn't seem to notice and continued.

"I remember I would sit on his shoulders and look at the stars with him," Lloyd closed his eyes, a soft smile coming to his face, "So I guess….on starry nights like this, I start thinking about him."

"And…what is it you think about?"

Why was he asking? There was no point in him finding out what it was Lloyd wondered about, was there? Why was he just causing himself more pain?

"Well," Lloyd frowned, lowering his head, "I guess I-…try to remember him."

He didn't respond.

"It's just…" he continued, lost in his own thoughts, barely realizing what he was saying, "I remember some things, but it's not enough. So, well, sometimes I- I try to imagine what he looked like."

He choked.

"I see," he managed to force in his usual monotone.

"Well yeah, I guess it's kinda silly," he rubbed the back of his neck again, looking up at Kratos,.

He hesitated just a second.

"Not at all, he…is your father, of course you would be curious," he replied.

Lloyd tilted his head a bit at him, as if surprised at the elder swordsman's reply, but despite that he carried on.

"Well, yeah I guess," he frowned, then a small smile came to his face, his eyes misting a bit, "I try to imagine what he'd look like, now, after all this time."

"…And what do you imagine him like?"

Lloyd stared at him and Kratos could have smacked himself. Why draw this attention? Why did he even ask?

"I…" Lloyd frowned and then look up at the sky, "I guess…well, I remember he was tall. Tall and he was pretty broad too, I think."

The teen bit his lip and looked up at the stars again before closing his eyes, allowing his imagination and his words to shape the picture in his mind.

"So I imagine him like that, with spiky hair, like mine, I guess," he smirked slightly, eyes still closed, "I imagine him looking kinda- well a lot like me, I guess, except old. I mean, he'd be like forty-something by now."

The smirk disappeared and he lowered his head, shoulders slouching.

"So like that…brown hair like mine, I guess- y'know, where it wouldn't be gray…maybe a short bead, like Dad- y'know, Dirk, except not as hairy," he chuckled a bit to himself, smiling again, "I remember he was a swordsman, but I guess a lot of people are…."

"I see," Kratos said again, though it took much more effort to keep quiet this time.

"I- I'm sorry," Lloyd shook his head, smiling weakly at him, "That was kinda- weird, forget I said anything."

Kratos sighed and rubbed his face, looking into the locket again with a forlorn expression, scanning the picture of himself.

He wasn't anything like Lloyd imagined.

Tall, yes, a swordsman, yes, and the spiky hair bit, though that was debatable, as Lloyd had said it'd be more wavy, like his own. As for everything else?

Lloyd imagined his father…human; a brown-haired, graying, middle-aged human man. That was what he imagined, that was what he wanted, that's what made that hopeful smile flash across his face, gave him that peace of mind. Lloyd imagined a father who was human, who was fatherly, and who would be there for him.

Instead he had a treacherous immortal angel.

Kratos choked a bit and closed the locket in his hand, looking at the grave.

"I wish I could have been that, Anna," he whispered, "I wish I could have been the man you deserved, the father Lloyd…will never have."

Closing his eyes he got to his feet, unable to bear it any longer. He turned and took a step- then swayed, an overwhelming wave of dizziness washing over him. The man barely managed another step before he plummeted to the ground, his locket popping open on the forest floor and leaving him as out cold as the stone he had fallen on.

When he came to again, it was to the face of Dirk, Lloyd's foster father, the dwarf looking down at him with an eyebrow arched.

It had certainly been quite a find for the dwarf, finding this stranger unconscious on his property, much less in front of the grave. Was he a traveler? He had brown and green traveler's clothes, nothing fancy, though he did have a chain mail vest and some gauntlets to accompany the simple, functional sword at his hip. Still, he looked a little too old to be traveling around by himself, if the gray hairs told him anything; though he had to admit for a man in his mid-forties, he did look impressively hardy. Dirk doubted that the common group of bandits could take him down; he had the air of an experienced fighter. Perhaps an aging militiaman? He looked the part.

However, there were far more interesting things about this man.

For one, the locket around his neck, the picture of a younger version of himself next to a woman, that and the fact this scruffy faced stranger looked exactly how Lloyd would look in a little under thirty years.

"Oi, Lad," he said as he noticed the russet eyes open, "Arn'cha a little old to be getting' passed out drunk a' strangers' houses?"

The man sat up and groaned, a hand to his head, shaking it vigorously. He seemed pretty disoriented, if his tired and dazed expression was any indication.

"Are ya lost?" Dirk asked.

The man looked up at him and stared a minute, then blinked, shaking his head again.

"I- ugh…" he groaned again, swaying a bit.

"Woah now, calm down, yer wits aren' around ya," he frowned, "Come inside, why dont'cha?"

"Inside?" he repeated, his face furrowed as if he was trying to understand the word, but he didn't protest when Dirk helped him to his feet.

"Ay, inside," he nodded, leading him in, "Ay'll get ya a strong cup o' coffee, that'll wake ya up."

The stranger said nothing, and continued to be unresponsive up until Dirk put the cup of coffee before him. He blinked and looked up from the table, staring at Dirk.

"Go ahead, drink," Dirk nodded.

He stared at him a moment more before taking a drink and the choking, coughing wildly.

"Woah! Calm down there! Breathe!"

Dirk slammed him hard on the back and he coughed up the liquid and wiped his mouth, taking deep breathes to calm himself. He blinked once or twice and then looked into the cup…and then choked again, this time on nothing, his eyes widening dangerously.

"What the-?" he choked a gasp.

"…Are ya all right-?"

The man whipped his head around and stared at Dirk, then rapidly around the house, his eyes continuing to widen.

"E- Excuse me a minute," he whispered.

He dashed off into the bathroom and slammed the door before he could say anything else.

Inside, Kratos gaped at the mirror, his eyes wide as saucers, staring in shock at the reflection that looked back at him. Rapidly he felt his face and looked down at himself, then noticed his locket was still hanging from his neck in plain sight. He snatched it up and stared at the picture inside, the color bleeding from his face. This man in the picture- his arm around Anna, where he should have been…looked exactly like the man Lloyd had imagined. He didn't know who this man was….

But it was the same one staring back at him from the mirror.

Typed a whole chapter and STILL my flight hasn't arrived

Well, guess that means I'll move onto chapter two

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