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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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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.

...Yeah.

[Mikleo's voice is quiet in his reply. It's not that he doubts it (it's the truth that they've lived for their entire lives, and he sees no reason for the pattern to not continue from here), but because he can't help but think of home. If - no, when, they have to eventually - they return to their world, Sorey will go back to sleep. Mikleo will go back to Rose and the others. He'll know where to find Sorey but be unable to reach him for years. Hundreds, maybe thousands. There's no way of knowing.

It's still scary, thinking about those countless days he's going to spend alone, and he doesn't like it.

...Ugh, stop. He turns his head just enough to press his face to Sorey's neck, smelling smoke and feathers; an unusual indulgence that he can't help feeling right now. It's stupid. This is stupid. Sorey's right here, there's no reason to dwell on all of that now.]

[It's not hard to tell where Mikleo's mind went; it's been happening more and more frequently for Sorey as well, as friends vanish, return home or return...wherever they go after death. Lailah, Dezel, Eizen, Edna. If Sorey is being completely honest, he's waiting for the day he'll lose Alisha, or Zaveid.

Or Mikleo.

This could be all Sorey has. When he goes back home he'll be asleep again, for who knows how long. Possibly forever. The others, they'll be without him but they've been without him for thousands of years. And Alisha and Rose, Sorey knows they'll miss him and he might never see them again, but they have their own lives outside of his. They'll be alright.

Mikleo-

Sorey pushes it down with a smile, tucking his chin over Mikleo's hair, soft as ever despite the change in hue.] Don't worry, [he says again, voice full of confidence he wears like armor.] It'll all be okay.

Edited 2018-11-04 05:48 (UTC)

[He wishes that was a confidence he could share, feigned or otherwise. He hates how much Sorey is losing back home, by sleeping - time, the world they know as it is, his friends, possibly more of his family, since none of them know what the future might bring - but a part of him envies that, at the same time. At least he gets to sleep. At least he can wake up and have it all be finished. The rest of them have to live through it, day by day, year by year. They have to make sure that the world endures, grows stronger, is safe, so there's something left for Sorey to live in when he comes back. If? When. When.

Sometimes he thinks about how it's only been two months, only the first two months. How hard it had been.

Sometimes he thinks about how much easier it would be to just curl up and sleep for hundreds of years, too. Leave the world in someone else's hands while Sorey's not really in it. They'd understand, probably. Sorey... Sorey might.

He doesn't say any of that. Instead, he says,]

I know.

[And he tries to believe it, he does. But there's an "eventually" hanging off the end of the words, and that could be a really damned long time.]