Archive Of Potentialities.

Oneshot: Frigid Regrets.

This oneshot is an attempt at writing Velzard. The only appearance she has made in my work wasn't really satisfying (for those who didn't read that one, she got no diffed by Milim). The setting is after Feldway and his posse have been taken care of. It's not really gonna be consistent, just accept that Rimuru cane back and beat feldway and Ivarage up, somehow...
Enjoy and tell me what you think.

.
.

I suppose, just this once…I'll admit my faults.

I have no choice, really. Being arrogant and adamant at this stage is nothing short of embarrassing, I know that.

But still, but still…

“Are you finally back to your senses?” The words weren't as condescending as I had expected them to be, rather out of character for this person. He was the most prideful after all.

A smirk adorned his face, his hand outstretched towards me..

He was reaching towards me…me.. Do I even deserve this?

Can I really afford to start doing things differently now?

I watched my own hand rise to meet his, it didn't feel like a conscious motion, it felt like I was letting his acceptance move me.

Just before touching him, I stopped. I was…. hesitating.

Huh, so this is how it feels? Guilt?

Before I could retract my hand, he forcefully grabbed it and pulled me towards him. I could have stopped it but I couldn't bring myself to.

Maybe deep down, despite admitting my faults, I wanted them to be ignored.

Maybe then, the status quo would be restored.

Maybe then, I would be able to ignore said faults myself.

I just needed someone, anyone to tell me…

“I forgive you.”

No..

I looked at the still smirking Guy Crimson, holding on to me despite the damage my unrestrained aura was inflicting on him.

Memories of the past few days played repeatedly in my mind, pushing me to ask..

“Why?” My voice was meek and soft, completely devoid of the usual cool confidence I always put on display.

“What a foolish question, is my will not enough?”

A typical answer.

What else did I expect from a fool brave enough to challenge god?

But it was undeniable that these foolish words had put a small smile on my face.

“I suppose I'll have to manage with that answer.” I buried my face in his bare chest, he looked even more risque now that his clothes had been shredded in the final battle.

“Yeah…” He said, smiling at me like nothing had happened at all.

We were alone, floating in the atmosphere, until I felt a familiar aura approach us.

The temperature around us lowered even further as I tried to intimidate the approaching nuisance.

But I already knew such a thing was futile.

‘I seem to have developed a habit for futility…’

“Uh, am I interrupting something?” Not even having the decency to let me wallow in my self deprecation, the newcomer asked a foolish question.