Preview for What the heart wants is true by Darkhymns. Summary: Verius leaned into her touch, once again bringing to mind how Corrine would do something similar so long ago. "Sheena, listen to your heart. It has always led you down the right path.” Sometimes, the gentle nudge of a friend is all one needs.
“...You didn’t even mention his name, did you?” Sheena sighed, her face already heating up. “Am I that easy to read?” Verius lightly padded up to her, just stopping at the edge of the dais. His form was highlighted against the open windows of the temple, his bright yellow fur against the azure skies. His snout reached out to her, delicately touching her forehead. “I can read one’s heart, and especially yours, my summoner.” Verius gave a deep chuckle, one full of warmth—so different from Corrine’s, whose laughter had been high and sounded like small bells. Even so, Sheena was comforted by the depths of Verius’ voice. “You try to just keep him solely rooted in your heart and nothing more. But such restraint will lead to a terrible ache.” Sheena could never find it in herself to argue with Verius, not like with anyone else. The soft touch of Verius’ nose that brushed aside her hair prompted her to cup a hand against her friend’s cheek.
I really wanted to participate in #sheeloydday! It felt good to go back to Symphonia after so long 🥰 So here's a small fic about Sheena's crush on Lloyd, and the friendship of a spirit of the heart. #talesofsymphonia #sheeloydday2026 #darkhymnsfics
Read here: archiveofourown.org/works/82627156
![And then she was stepping on a…person?
“HEY !! THIS [[ Flea Market specil ]] SUIT IS ONE OF A KIND!! GET [[your]] OWN!”
Noelle swallowed back her scream, swallowed back her spell, like a living thing that was desperately trying to claw its way out of her throat. She stepped away, seeing the strange, discarded, dirty-looking doll that was now lying in the middle of the street.
Thoughts of blizzards, of hypothermia, of frozen tree trunks where the edges of it could easily cut through skin, flitted away at a new, different wave of fear, of concern.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you. Are you okay?” She ignored the ache in her hands and reached out to them. “L-Let me help you up-”
The…person??.. stood up in one motion, but not one that Noelle could ever call natural. It wiped away at its front with erratic gestures, with an arm shooting upwards as if they were swiftly reaching up to catch something, before going back to their original task.
They also moved away from her, though more so with annoyance then any fear of their own.
“HANDS OFF THE [[Limited-Edition Merchandise]]! CAN’T AFFORD T0 STAIN THESE DIGS. LITERALLY. BUT I AIN ‘T NO CHARITY CASE!! [[Call now to donate today]].”](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:icklyez2s3cdw3iv3k2hxe4l/bafkreiad2nxmp26ra5oklzcwlo3cxxsnxliq424dt7ivpcymmzz2oujqmi)
![“YES, THAT’S IT!! [My sweet little angel]. YOU GAVE SPAMTON A FULL-TIME INVESTMENT! NOW [You’ll pass the savings onto me!]”
Oh, she really had no idea what he meant. “You keep calling me that.”
“HUH ?? I DON’T KNOW YOUR NUMBER, LADY!”
She shook her head. “Angel. Why do you say that?”
And before she knew it, Spamton reached out to pat her head – as if she was some little stray puppy he had found off the streets.
“I KNOW AN [Angel] WHEN I SEE ONE! HAVEN’T YOU HEARD IT TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE!?”
His hand moved through her hair a bit roughly, and his face was near. Noelle was rooted in place.
Why was this feeling…so nostalgic?
Wait, more importantly, how was he even reaching up this high??
It took Noelle an embarrassing moment to finally see that Spamton was standing on top of one of those cyber garbage cans. Oh. Made sense. He seemed to really find his element with trash receptacles.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:icklyez2s3cdw3iv3k2hxe4l/bafkreiaj2nm5kov3oldzyxt4ubn65t7yljaw67yzmybbbipxwvjlvbldku)
