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Who: Mikleo (& Sorey!) and you
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Huntress & Iskaulit
When: now! Bam!

( video; morning )

[The communicator glitches itself on with an intrusive beep, displaying the occupied captain's bed of the Huntress, which at this hour is just a pile of blankets and a tousled head of brown hair; there's a bump that indicates another body, but none is visible on the camera. The noise causes a bit of stir, followed by a muffled sneeze and a groan. The sneeze carries with it, oddly, a spark.

A moment later, a glimmer of a small flame licks at the fabric around the shoulder of the brown-haired occupant.

Silence.

And suddenly the blankets jerk upright, and Mikleo's voice comes through--]

Sorey!! Wake up, you're on fire!

Nnnno ‘s just warm...

Wh- seriously!? That's your... ugh, hang on, I'll-

[Mikleo gestures invisibly, summoning water to douse the flames, but it isn't water that comes out. And now the bed is really on fire--]

….AAAAHH!!! What, what!?

AAAH, WHAT?! [Sorey jerks awake and that’s when the camera gets smacked around, tumbling onto the floor for a view of him screaming at the fire and trying to beat it -and something else?- with a pillow.] Fire! Mikleo, fire-!

I know!! I know!!

[CLICK- dead air.]

( action; huntress & iskaulit )

[If you happen to come across Mikleo for the next several days, he's stalking angrily and purposefully around, probably grumbling about the Atroma and their delightful meddling. Instead of the usual blue tinting the tips and curves of his hair, it's a soft auburn, the tips sliding into a gradiant of reds and pinks. He's on the hunt for distractions, and oh, is he ever cranky about his new look.

He's also leaving little spark trails behind himself, still not in control of his new element, so... maybe tell him, so he doesn't set anything important on fire?]

(( mikleo is augment-glitched into a fire seraph! laugh at his pain. both sorey & mikleo may respond to the first part! ))

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I didn't really help with that. [It's a shared burden.

Sorey finishes the braid, tucking it back over Mikleo's shoulder and smoothing it down. He'll have to make a better one later, but it'll hold for a little while at least.] ...they really seem to like messing with you, huh Mikleo?

Apparently.

[His tone is still sour, but he's somewhat mollified by the hairbrushing, reaching up to curve his fingers around the braid. The room still smells of smoke, but it's less aggressive now.]

We weren't entertaining them enough without creating a fire hazard. Too many books being read, I suppose.

[Which makes him immediately jerk his head towards the bookshelf in panic because oh god- oh, okay. Okay, none of the books were set on fire. Thank goodness. That would be a real tragedy.]

Oh, they're okay, [Sorey pipes up just as Mikleo rears around to check, having guessed it at about the same time. Yeah Sorey would acquire third-degree burns before he let anything happen to their collection...which he's sure Mikleo would smack him over. ~~After healing his wounds.~~]

Maybe we should stay in my quarters? I can move the stuff out, there's not so much. And that way we won't have to worry about burning any of our things.

Your quarters are a disaster, don't even think about it. And where would we even put everything?

[He's a vain little shit who likes his personal space. No way.

...Also his bed is bigger.]

You are so fussy. We'd just move the stuff in here, it'd just be until this wears off.

I can learn to control it! Leave my room alone.

[He's not fussy! ...Much!]

It just means I can't use my artes, right? I can manage that.

Is it really different? [Sorey sits down on the edge of the bed, propping his chin up in his hand.] From that time you and Dezel swapped elements.

[Mikleo fidgets, brows furrowing.]

It's... different in a way that's hard to describe. I'd never used wind before- it's not adjacent to water, so I can't blend it into my artes the way I can with earth and fire. It was- alien, and jarring, yes, but it was new in a way that fire isn't. For me this feels as familiar as it is wrong.

[His gaze lowers.]

Dezel was around, too. He helped walk me through it. Maybe that's why it's different.

Maybe because you had learned that windstepping thing Dezel and Zaveid can do too. It wasn't an arte, but it was kind of similar, right? [Pats the bed next to him. Come sit down and he will pamper you.]

[....

Okay, okay, okay. Mikleo shuffles over and sits down with Sorey, fingers toying at a coil of hair near his face. It's still weird to see this colour- it's all wrong. Too much like- well, like... ugh.]

Yeah, like Edna's rock-punch. Less elaborate than an arte, but still functional in a way that we needed. Everyone else had something like that, which is why I started asking Dezel about it in the first place.

[Smooths his hair back and away from his face, petting down his braid to his back.] But then you came up with your own anyway. Overachiever.

I didn't hear any complaints from you at the time.

[He leans unconsciously into the touch, letting Sorey quietly soothe his ruffled feathers.]

And you never will. [Keeps that up, since Mikleo's slowly starting to slouch against him. Good, good.] I always thought it was cool that you would go off into the woods and then come back out with a new arte or technique or something. Kind of annoying that you never let me watch you practice, but still cool.

There's nothing interesting about watching me practice, anyway. It's just a whole lot of misfires until I figure out the actual technique.

[And also it's fun to watch Sorey's surprise when he shows off for the first time.]

Besides, you've done that too!

What! ...did I? I don't remember wandering off into the woods alone with strict instructions to you to not follow me, or else I would drown you...

You know what I mean!

[Their whole life together has been a series of trying to one-up each other in some way or another, after all. Just because Mikleo has more magical options on how to hassle Sorey doesn't mean Sorey wasn't creative with it.]

I do, I do. [Gives Mikleo's hair a gentle tug before getting back to rubbing his back.] Remember that time I tried climbing down those vines on the cliff near those pillars because I wanted to translate them before you? Gramps was so mad.

[Mikleo just goes ahead and slumps back against Sorey. He's feeling self-indulgent and he needs the comfort right now.]

You're lucky you didn't fall on your head. We were way too young to try and reach those ruins, back then.

[He sounds more amused than annoyed, though. They did that all the time- rebel against every rule, push every barrier. The only one they never pushed was leaving Elysia itself, until they actually did.]

I wasn't the only one who would jump in feet-first. You were just as guilty at that, you were just better at not getting caught. [Well, that's not entirely true either. Sorey knows he's responsible for at least 75% of the trouble they got into.] ...hey, Mikleo?

[Mikleo makes a quiet, disagreeable noise, though it's mostly noncommittal. Sorey's not wrong, but he'll be damned if he says as much.]

Hm? What is it?

I'm so glad we love each other. [Pulls Mikleo's hand into his lap to play with his fingers.]

[A-ah. Crap, now his cheeks are as red as his hair. He doesn't resist the pull, though, giving Sorey's hand a light squeeze.]

What's that for, all of a sudden...?

It's not all of a sudden. [Rubs his thumb over each of Mikleo's nails.] Every time something happens, back home or here, in the end we still have each other.

[Mikleo exhales a soft sigh, leaning in to bump his head against Sorey's.]

We're lucky, in that way. I mean, I don't want to jinx it... so many have lost people they care about, and yet we're still here.

[They arrived together, even. If they end up going back suddenly one day - before they can find a way to freedom with everyone else - he hopes they go together, too. It would be too lonely otherwise.]

Don't worry. [Sorey nudges Mikleo back with his temple, peering down at him.] We're connected. Even if we didn't have this pact, I know we'd find each other again somehow.