[Sorey spends most of the time preceding their dunk in the water pacing the airlock. He can see Mikleo trying not to look too giddy over in the corner, and failing. Sorey knows all his tells; the way he crosses his arms right over left, the way he keeps shifting his weight on his feet, how he keeps toying with his hair and fixing the way the part in the front swoops. They've really been fortunate with the number of planets they've visited here with water and seas; with the exception of that terribly polluted planet, Mikleo's gotten the chance to see bodies of water vaster than anything they've ever seen back home. The shock of the ocean has long since faded into eager anticipation (even if crabs are still creepy)-
Or it had, at least.
Mikleo had been right to ask him; Sorey hasn't stopped thinking about armatizing since Mikleo made his interest apparent. Lailah's words echo in his head and his heart, about how if he can't trust himself then he should trust his partners. The successful armatization with Dezel had been relieving. Sorey doesn't know if he'll ever get back to that naive, easy confidence he had before, but now he's sure that at the very least, he won't destroy his friends again that way. His utter revulsion with the very idea is evidence enough of that.
They're dropped into the water, their lungs adapt to the thickness of it through whatever magic the world possesses and, immediately, Sorey makes a clumsy beeline for Mikleo. His spirit longs for the gentle grace Mikleo displays as he turns in a perfect, beautiful circle in the water, hair fanning out around his head like the sun crown of a prince. Sorey admires the sight for a moment before holding out a hand wordlessly. The look on his face probably says it all.]
b. OPEN to all - armatized
[Sorey and Mikleo as separate beings are conspicuously absent from Mafik, but in their place is a young man with Sorey's face and voice, but absolutely not his usual look or dress. Finally, after months and a disastrous prior approach, they've managed to merge again and it's wonderful. Sorey can feel the water around them like its their own pulse, clothes and hair and various accouterments floating serenely in the currents as they move their body as effortlessly within it as the Dasioe.
Their holy domain is purifying and powerful to anybody who can feel it, and they definitely carry a supernatural air about them as a merged water spirit. Luckily they don't see the need for the bow but they're absolutely, a hundred percent, without a doubt enjoying the heck out of exploring, poking around at flora and fauna, and probably swimming up to their friends to check on them and see how they're doing.]
no subject
[Sorey spends most of the time preceding their dunk in the water pacing the airlock. He can see Mikleo trying not to look too giddy over in the corner, and failing. Sorey knows all his tells; the way he crosses his arms right over left, the way he keeps shifting his weight on his feet, how he keeps toying with his hair and fixing the way the part in the front swoops. They've really been fortunate with the number of planets they've visited here with water and seas; with the exception of that terribly polluted planet, Mikleo's gotten the chance to see bodies of water vaster than anything they've ever seen back home. The shock of the ocean has long since faded into eager anticipation (even if crabs are still creepy)-
Or it had, at least.
Mikleo had been right to ask him; Sorey hasn't stopped thinking about armatizing since Mikleo made his interest apparent. Lailah's words echo in his head and his heart, about how if he can't trust himself then he should trust his partners. The successful armatization with Dezel had been relieving. Sorey doesn't know if he'll ever get back to that naive, easy confidence he had before, but now he's sure that at the very least, he won't destroy his friends again that way. His utter revulsion with the very idea is evidence enough of that.
They're dropped into the water, their lungs adapt to the thickness of it through whatever magic the world possesses and, immediately, Sorey makes a clumsy beeline for Mikleo. His spirit longs for the gentle grace Mikleo displays as he turns in a perfect, beautiful circle in the water, hair fanning out around his head like the sun crown of a prince. Sorey admires the sight for a moment before holding out a hand wordlessly. The look on his face probably says it all.]
b. OPEN to all - armatized
[Sorey and Mikleo as separate beings are conspicuously absent from Mafik, but in their place is a young man with Sorey's face and voice, but absolutely not his usual look or dress. Finally, after months and a disastrous prior approach, they've managed to merge again and it's wonderful. Sorey can feel the water around them like its their own pulse, clothes and hair and various accouterments floating serenely in the currents as they move their body as effortlessly within it as the Dasioe.
Their holy domain is purifying and powerful to anybody who can feel it, and they definitely carry a supernatural air about them as a merged water spirit. Luckily they don't see the need for the bow but they're absolutely, a hundred percent, without a doubt enjoying the heck out of exploring, poking around at flora and fauna, and probably swimming up to their friends to check on them and see how they're doing.]
c. wildcard
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