video

[monolike]

Who: Sorey, Mikleo & y'all!!!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Selvin-9
When: Early January


[The video starts out jostling and blurry, like some kind of snowed-in Blair Witch project. There’s even screaming- oh no, that’s just excited screaming, and it’s more like breathless squeaks than screams.]

Mikleo- Mikleo! Get it get the- you got it?

I’ve got it. I still think this is ridiculous…

[There’s a jostling movement as the communicator is transferred from one to the other, and for a moment it lingers on a seemingly-empty wolf kigu, its wearer invisible but sounding as unimpressed as the costume’s expression. It’s gone in a flash, and Sorey suddenly darts into view, wearing a goblin kigu, running through the snow with the clumsiness of a person unaccustomed to winter weather, over to a truly ugly snow sled…with wheels.]

Do you see this?! [Sorey seems unable to contain himself, gleeful and giddy, posing in front of the sled with a peace sign in front of a rental shop on the slope.] This is the coolest thing ever- ohhh, I wish we could buy it!

[Sorey suddenly gets closer to the camera, grinning a grin that precludes any rational decision-making.] Hey Keith! I challenge you to a sled race! Or anybody, anybody who’s game! I’ll bet rental fees and hot chocolate that I can beat you!

[There’s a long-suffering sigh - albeit mildly affectionate - from behind the camera. Mikleo’s done this song and dance before, it’s old hat.]

Comments

[tsunergy]

[There's an odd, lengthy pause as Mikleo glances over at Alphinaud's call, his gaze falling to the page. At first he's merely startled by the detailed nature of the sketch, but after a moment or two it clicks- how long it's been since he saw himself, really saw himself. Reflections never come easily to seraphim, after all, and he's rarely fussed about it because what matters is how he envisions himself to be, after all. Anything more than that is vanity, and could lead to struggling against that true self, which could draw in malevolence...

So it's silly, and potentially dangerous, but even so- it's nice. It's nice to see it, to visualize, to confirm that yes, that's him. That's how they see him.

He moves closer, bending down to get a closer look, visibly fascinated. He half-reaches out to touch it but stops himself, not wanting his frosted fingers to ruin the art.]

That's... much more than I imagined it would be, with how you talked. You're incredibly skilled.

[Another quick pause, and then-]

Really, that's-?

[And it's not like he doesn't know, the question's practically rhetorical, but- geez. How cool is that.]

[aetherflows]

[Mikleo's reaction is a little strange without context, but Alphinaud was warned that seraphim don't have reflections. He realizes right then that what he thought was a tiny gesture actually means much more. His heart is glad for it.]

Thank you. I fell out of practice, but a sudden dearth of adventures has seen me sketching more often.

[His lips curve.]

It scarcely compares to the real thing, but I hope it helps.

[tsunergy]

Hah... I'm not so sure about that, but it's kind of you to say it.

[Mikleo drags his gaze away from the book, feeling that same flush creep over his cheeks, head ducking to try and fight it. Now he's embarrassed by the sketch and his own silly reaction to it. What does it matter, seeing his own face like that? It's stupid. Ugh.]

I still have my doubts that Sorey will remember to use it the way it's intended, but knowing him, he'll be very thankful. For some reason he likes looking at my face.

[It's because he's pretty and he damn well knows it, but it's too much to say that, so.]