Tales of Symphonia - Seles (w/ Zelos) - Seles Wilder: Girl Anachronism
Medium: Anime/Manga/Game
Fandom: Tales of Symphonia
Subject: Seles (w/Zelos) Not Incest
Title: Seles Wilder: Girl Anachronism
Warnings: Mature Language.
Notes: 10 songs, 38 min. (Not in a zip file. Requires independent song download. Has (but does not automatically come) with cover art). Accompanied with fanfics.
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Girl Anachronism - Dresden Dolls
you can tell from the glass on the floor
and the strings that are breaking
and I keep on breaking more
and it looks like I am shaking
but it's just the temperature-
then again, if it were any colder I could disengage
if I were any older I would act my age
but I don't think that you'd believe me
it's not the way I'm meant to be
She never felt like she belonged in this time. Seles found herself far too advanced for Tethe’alla and didn’t even acknowledge the barbaric Sylvarant. Not that she knew much more about Tethe’alla than she did about Sylvarant. Being locked in an abbey would make you lose interest in your world too, if the world was the reason you were locked away.
Her brother was lost in time as well. He’d show up and talk to her in formal speech, as if she didn’t know he spoke casually with just about everybody else. His blue eyes were warm but he was obviously uncomfortable. He didn’t know her, just like she didn’t know him.
Right now they were eating dinner, just the two of them. It was a rare occurrence that they were left solely to each other’s company.
“Here’s to solitude,” he lifted his glass of champagne to toast her, a warm grin on his face as he tried to play off the positives of being locked away in a tower.
“No.”
Zelos’s eyes widened and he blinked in an ‘am I hallucinating?’ fashion. “Huh?”
“No. I don’t want to toast to solitude.”
“Why not, Seles?” Zelos’s eyebrows were scrunched together in confusion.
“Because it makes us different. I don’t like what it’s done to us.”
“I’m not as isolated as you, hun, sorry to break it to you,” he had eased back into his slang-coated way of speaking and Seles felt a pang of pride for him in her heart.
“Yes, you are. In your mind, you’re just as bad off as I am. You have as little people to talk to honestly as I do. So I don’t want to toast to stupid solitude.”
“To being different?” Zelos suggested hopefully, just wanting to drink his champagne now.
“You’re an idiot,” and she leaned over, took his glass, and chugged the alcohol down quickly.
“Damn, girl,” Zelos said.
Seles just smiled.
Hurricane - 30 Seconds to Mars
This hurricane's chasing us all underground
You say you wrong, you wrong, I'm right, I'm right, you're wrong, we fight
Ok, I'm running from the light, running from the day to night
Oh, the quiet silence defines our misery
The riot inside keeps trying to visit me
No matter how we try, it's too much history
Too many bad notes playing in our symphony
“You don’t care about me! You’ve never cared about me!” Seles barked at the tall red-head in her unfamiliar room. “So go away! I don’t even want to look at you!”
It was day three of living with him and away from the abbey. Day three of being locked in that mansion. He didn’t want her out and about. Nope, had to keep little Seles locked away from the dangers of the big bad city. She hated the sight of Zelos right now. As if he didn’t know she could protect herself.
“You’ll just try and sneak out and go to the coliseum! I’d have to be nuts to let you out of my sight at this rate!” Zelos bit back.
“You’re so selfish,” Seles hissed.
“Some people say it’s a genetic thing,” Zelos snarled.
“You must have gotten it from your mother then,” Seles turned on her heel and crossed her arms as she stared stubbornly into a wall.
Zelos was silent. Seles was silent.
“I’ll take you into town later. You’ve got cabin fever bad, sis,” and he padded out of the room as the angry feelings floated around the room.
She had hurt his feelings.
Seles blew a strand of hair out of her face, not that she cared if he had hurt feelings. It built character and Zelos needed all the character he could get.
Human Sacrifice - Paris Hilton
Let's go back into the time you stained my heart like merlot wine
Didn't care if I was sick you left me alone to cry and die
You're a human sacrifice alone in your church of love and lies
I did not forget
It was cold. She could barely breath. It felt like her lungs were going to come up and out of her throat.
“Zelos-s,” she wheezed out.
He wasn’t there. Just those stupid priests and her loneliness.
“ZELOS!” Seles cried out once more, falling to her knees as she tried to get out of bed. “Z-zelos!”
She saw the tears puddle on the floor and gasped. She heard distantly as the priests ran in to help her.
But she didn’t hear or see Zelos.
She hadn’t seen him the last time she’d had an attack either. She hadn’t heard him comforting her the last time she started to feel the world slip out from underneath her.
The next morning Zelos walked in with some ninja bimbo on his arm and she hated him more than she’d ever hated anybody in her entire life. More than the priests, more than Martel, more than her mother, and his mother, and their father. This was the reason he couldn’t be at her side? Some big-boobed summoner? She absolutely despised the sight of him. Because he didn’t care, he didn’t understand.
Zelos didn’t know how much it hurt to be alone during the attacks.
So she screamed at him.
“I HATE YOU.”
She slammed her bedroom door behind her and collapsed in a pile of broken sobs.
On the other side of the door she heard him. “Seles? Seles, I don’t understand, what’d I do?”
Nothing. He didn’t do a damned thing for her. So she replied in the same way he treated her.
With nothingness.
The silence shooed him off after four hours of being cold-shouldered by his sister.
Scared of heights - Espen Lind
You lift me up into the sky
I feel like I can fly
I'm never gonna die
N' I almost made it but not quite
now you're flying out of sight
and now I can't come with you
'cause I'll always be scared of heights
He had the cruxis-crystal. He had what he needed. Without taking her, he took off on the rheiards with the rest of the group and he left her behind.
She should have been used to it, but she wasn’t. She’d never get used to seeing his disappearing figure when he left the abbey. Whether it be on a rheiard or on a wagon. She’d always dread watching him leave.
Black Roses Red - Alana Grace
Drowning in my loneliness
how long must I hold my breath?
So much emptiness inside...I could fill the deepest sea
I reach to the sky as the moon looks on
my one last tear has come and gone
The abbey represented everything she hated. The solitude being the key to it all. She was to stay in her room when visitors came to the building on pilgrimage or for other reasons.
She stared out the window; she couldn’t stand it anymore.
Seles jumped out the window.
The priests found her the next morning, her leg broken, and they carried her back inside to her bed.
Next time she’d swallow her pride and use a rope.
Ugly - Tata Young
Don't you blink cause you're
About to see some heads roll
Live and direct - Full on effect
Shit gonna, gonna get
Ugly - Ugly
Oh Wee
Blood. When did it become such a permanent part of her wardrobe? She saw it every time she opened the doors of her closet and every time she looked in the mirror after a fight in the coliseum.
It marked her knees, it branded her cheeks.
Seles smiled a little though, because the blood wasn’t hers and she’d yet to meet an opponent that was strong enough to stain her wardrobe with her own blood.
She felt sorry for the poor bastard who made that mistake because she had a feeling if she ever drew blood in a fight, the other guy would be looking pretty rough by the end.
Funhouse - P!nk
Echoes knocking on locked doors
All the laughter from before
I'd rather live out on the street
Than in this haunted memory
I've called the movers, called the maids
We'll try to exorcise this place
Drag my mattress to the yard
Crumble, tumble house of cards
She was moving out. She was finally getting out of the abbey. Seles could hardly believe it as she watched her older brother pack the last piece of clothing away in her suitcase.
“Wow… I finally get to go to the mansion, Zelos,” she looked at him, shock still on her features. She couldn’t get it through her head that it was happening.
Zelos glanced over and grinned. He looked a little rough from the huge battle only five days before but he didn’t let it cripple his composure. “Crazy, huh? I keep thinking I’m about to wake up from some awesome dream and it all be like it was before.”
“I’ll live with you?” Seles asked.
He walked over and pulled her into his arms, “Of course you will. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Seles would be lying if she said she hadn’t broken into happy tears at his words. Which was exactly what she did.
I’m So Sick - Flyleaf
I'm so sick,
Infected with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss,
Selfishness
I'm so sick
The walls were dark were they were keeping her. Seles didn’t understand why they had to kidnap her, she wasn’t any use to them. Not like this…
She coughed into her fist and scowled. She needed that exphere, but Zelos had told her otherwise. He had practically manipulated her into giving it up. It hardly seemed fair in her eyes that he got to keep his.
Now she was glad Zelos had it.
Maybe he’d rescue he.
She kept coughing and coiled up into a tight ball.
He BETTER come rescue her, she revised in her mind.
Tiny Heart - Flyleaf
I love you so
I wanna meet you again
Before one of us must go
Your lips touched every hand but mine
If you choose me, I’m waiting for you
If you choose me, I’m waiting for you
Always waiting
She watched him year after year, bringing home girl after girl. But they never got introduced to her.
Seles knew he was careful about where the conquests were allowed in the mansion. She watched them walk into the house, caressing their heads against his strong arms and the girl would do something flirty. Seles had seen girls lick his skin, rub their cheeks against his biceps, sometimes just a gentle kiss would do but other times they would give him gentle teasing nibbles. The type of girl always depended on the mood her brother was in.
And he’d bring them into his ‘conquest-room’ as she’d named it. He’d have his way with them, and thoroughly ignore her all the next day.
She felt weird saying she was jealous but that was exactly what she was.
Seles never thought it normal that he had so many sexual partners and she hated how the encounters made his eyes glaze over the next day, despite the happy default grin on his lips. As if the intimacy furthered him in mental solitude.
If he were just to spend the time he spent with the girls with her? He’d come out of his shell, she was just sure of it.
Until he came to her, she would watch and wait. She’d use the girls who rested her hands on Zelos’s arms as a key. How was he feeling today?
She looked at the girl, saw she gave her brother a simple loving kiss and made a note of it.
Zelos was feeling nostalgic. Seles would cater to that the next morning to help him coax himself out of his funk.
Beauty from Pain - Superchick
After all this has passed
I still will remain
After I've cried my last
There'll be beauty from pain
Though it won't be today
Someday I'll hope again
And there'll be beauty from pain
Seles had always known she’d be free. She always known one day she’d be able to live along side with her brother and see him through with the rest of his life and the rest of her own. Hopefully, they would be able to live side by side like a perfect pair of siblings.
Despite all their fights, they had reached higher ground. They could have conversations without strain, there was no awkward smile on his lips or discomfort in her tone.
She knew Sebastion, the head of the staff, like she should have known him were she had been able to grow up with her brother. Seles found that she was very fond of the older man. He had a pure heart. Perhaps that was why Zelos had grown up so exceptional, because Sebastion had raised him and not a bunch of priests.
Seles had made her mark on the Wilder mansion, she had planted flowers out in the garden. Zelos had congratulated her; she had managed to make something beautiful even more magnificent, he had said. She had gotten flustered and turned a pink shade that rivaled the hue of the roses she had planted.
Never would she have to live alone in the abbey anymore.
She smiled, staring out at the roses she had planted in the garden five years before when she was 19 years of age. She was 24 now and she finally felt whole. It had taken a while but she had made it.
Standing up, she waltzed over to the rose-bush and picked the light pink bud.
“Hey, sis! Dinner’s ready!” Zelos yelled from inside the house.
“Coming,” Seles said with a content smile, and she turned to join her brother for supper.