[A/N: Imagine me, playing Trails of Cold Steel 3, thinking a lot about these characters again, and trying to figure out a couple of ideas for writing a Laura/Emma fic, and also a Tita/Renne fic. And then I start writing Alfin/Elise instead. Why am I like this?
Perhaps this is in part due to the “what your favourite Trails/Kiseki ship says about you” list I saw on twitter the other day. Even with 32 ships on there somehow only one of my top three made it onto it, which I was a little surprised by. Like I don’t think either of the two first ships I mentioned above are so strange that they wouldn’t be brought up? Especially not compared to some of the really far out there ones on that list. And I would have thought Estelle/Joshua/Khloe as an OT3 would be blindingly obvious, but I guess not. While not in my top three, Elise/Alfin did make the list, so maybe that was enough to get my thoughts going in that direction.
So here you go. Just a short scene with the two of them featuring an accidental confession. I don’t really have a better/longer idea for now, but it was desperate to get out of my head and into text.
I stay away from spoilers tying this directly into the story in any way, except that Elise became student council president, I guess.]
Paperwork. Seemingly endless paperwork. Not that it had been entirely unexpected when Elise Schwarzer had become the student council president. She wasn’t so naive as to think it would be easy. Far from it. Yet some days it was harder than others. Especially those days where her thoughts were quite firmly stuck in a different place. It was like her eyes could see the words on the paper, but her brain refused to process them as sentences with actual meaning.
An idle thought made her wonder if situations like this were what made her father remove his glasses, rub the bridge of nose, and try cleaning said glasses before continuing to read. No, not these kinds of thoughts exactly. No way. Elise didn’t have any glasses to remove anyway, so she had to settle for letting out a deep sigh.
[A/N: Before episode 2 of Bandori S2 happened, I was actually working on a different Asuka fic. But seeing more of Rokka, and getting a better feel for her, made me put that other idea on ice for now. Might return to it later.
Anyway! While I figured this season would give me more Asuka content, I didn’t expect them to just give her a girlfriend right away. So of course I had to write something with the two of them. I wonder how the rest of Raise a Suilen are going to come into this, and how Rokka ends up getting together with them. I assume the season is partly going to be about them forming their band, and having their first show. But I hope all the other bands get to shine a bit too. So far it’s been pretty Popipa-centric, but we’re only two eps in, so it’s too soon to call anything.
I’ll grant that episode 2 had a good amount of Roselia in it too, but I was kinda hoping to see more of them outside of performances. I want to see what they’re up to in the day to day, not just what they’re like as a band, if that makes sense. Hoping each band gets an episode or two where we just follow the members around, like we’ve done with Popipa in the first two.
Final note: Slightly annoyed that neither Ako nor Rokka called Asuka by name this episode, so I had to just guess at what they call her. It’s possible Ako says Asu-chin or something, but idk yet.]
Toyama Asuka sat down next to Udagawa Ako at lunch.
“Hm? What’s up, Asuka?”
Asuka had been thinking about how to word this all morning. And most of yesterday.
[A/N: Of course I was going to come back to this. No way was I leaving things as they were last time. Building up to this was the idea all along. When I finally ran into these two again in Cold Steel 2, something along these lines popped into my mind right away.
While I hadn’t originally intended to have such a long lead-up, I felt like I should talk about what they’d been doing in Legram, and the words just kept flowing. I had the scene with the Rhinocider in mind from the start, but how to get started, and then get to there was my main struggle. And because of some goofing on twitter, I had to include a small scene for Jusis too. It just amused me too much.
Considering Cold Steel 3 is not localised, and who knows when it will be, I’m not sure if I’ll get any inspiration for further stories between these two any time soon, but I’m not going to rule it out. Stranger things have happened.]
Emma Millstein shuddered as she suddenly woke up with a gasp, as if a tremor had passed through her body. She could barely see anything when she opened her eyes, and that was not just because she wasn’t wearing her glasses. It was still the middle of the night, and the perpetual mist that hung over the area certainly didn’t make things any clearer.
She pondered whether to attempt to go right back to sleep, or get up for some fresh air or something first. The flight from Trista kept appearing in her dreams. Usually in the form of showing one of the many ways it could have gone horribly wrong. Tonight it had been Crow catching the Courageous, and sending it crashing into the ground. Right on top of the town.
[A/N: I just finished Trails of Cold Steel 2 yesterday, and found the ending rather depressing. So I decided I had to write something very fluffy to cheer myself up, and here it is. I’ve been pondering a Renne/Tita fic for a while, and realised quickly that it would work best for me if I did it with them a bit older. I have only played the games that have been localised so far, meaning the Trails in the Sky trilogy, and Cold Steel 1 and 2. I know Tita shows up in 3, and Renne has been revealed for 4, but I don’t really know anything about what they’re like in those games. So this is entirely based on guesswork and conjecture about what they might be like in their late teens.
I’m thinking a lot about her being revealed as Renne Bright these days.]
“Renne, hand me the number 3.”
Renne handed Tita the tool she asked for.
“Thanks.” A slight turn of her head, enough to show a small smile, and then Tita went right back into her work.
[A/N: The seed for this idea has been around for nearly two weeks, but it only properly sprouted this morning, so it took a while to get started writing. You could say I had a… slow start. Now I have some issues with how Slow Start turned out, but I recognise that it has a lot of good sides too, and Hana and Tama are definitely one of them. As soon as I saw the little scene that confirmed that Hana had some feelings for Tama, I knew I had to turn that into a fic somehow. Including the “goth gf” stuff was just for fun. I’m an unrepentant memester.]
Ichinose Hana could see the stairs up to the meeting point, and before she even got to the first step, she heard someone call from above.
The excited voice belonged Momochi Tamate, or just Tama-chan for short. Excited seemed to be her natural state.
Hana waved. “Hello Tama-chan!”
Tama had called Hana the day before to ask her to come shopping, and since it was a day off, they had even managed to get going early.
[A/N: In honour of Matsuura Kanan’s birthday, I have written a little story for her. Not the typical birthday fare I’ve done, since it’s not really tied to the celebration. The title is an homage to the Silly Lilies series. This isn’t the same “universe”, but I was never able to put a proper cap on that series, so why not revisit the KanaRuby ship here, I thought. Ruby tries her best.]
“Here, Kanan-chan!” Ruby bowed her head, and thrust forward a small bag tied shut with a cute, red ribbon.
Kanan accepted the bag. It was very light, and she could feel something shuffling about inside when she moved it. “What’s this?” she asked, though the way it felt gave her some ideas already.
“It’s… they’re chocolates…” Ruby said, seemingly very interested in looking at her shoes.
Ichigaya Arisa had a decision to make.
It’d been a couple of days since the concert at Space, and after having a celebration yesterday, they had all decided today would just be a day to rest and recover.
With the stress of the concert now behind them, they could all have a moment to themselves. Do something relaxing, catch their breath. Unfortunately this had also given Arisa time to think and reflect.
“Ah, for-” Arisa stopped herself, just in case her grandmother could hear. She didn’t approve of swearing. But Arisa had just cut one of the branches wrong. Bonsai was supposed to calm you down, but her current thoughts were too distracting. It wasn’t her first mistake today either.