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'ɓเɠ ɠαყ' รσ૨εყ ([personal profile] monolike) wrote2016-01-19 08:30 am

IC CONTACT

...this is the neatest thing I've ever seen. I want one for home so bad.

-Right! This is Sorey, please leave me a message so I can get back to you!


voice | text | action
nerdeology: (but then he got distracted by this book)

[personal profile] nerdeology 2016-10-13 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
[He feels that soft touch against his hand, and he inhales sharply and jerks it away at first; he hadn't seen it coming, and it frightens him once he realizes the implications. He knows something's not right, now. He can feel the malevolence swelling around him, his limbs sinking into it like quicksand, but his legs are pressed against solid ground, and when he leans back, he can recognize the sensation of a wall resisting his push. The contrast is both jarring and disorienting. Even the hellion- no, Sorey- even he's disappeared into the mist now, and while the image seizes him up with terror just like before, when Sorey had fallen, he struggles to keep himself from panicking about it, mentally clinging to Lailah's voice, Lailah's words.

Sorey is okay.

Sorey is pure.

We're both--
]


I can't... I can't see anything.

[Cautiously he lifts his trembling hand, reaching out towards her instead of pulling away. Maybe- if he has some connection- if he can feel instead of just using his eyes-]

Wh-what am I looking at?

[It's not real. It's not real, it's not real.]
sansseraph: (All will be bright)

[personal profile] sansseraph 2016-10-15 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lailah feels her heart clench when he jerks his hand away like that, but it confirms, along with his words, that he just can't see her. When Mikleo reaches back, instead of taking his hand immediately, she gives him warning.]

I'm going to take your hand in both of mine, okay?

[Gently, she follows through with her words. One hand is in his and the other clasps the back of his hand.]

You're looking at me, in your room. Sorey is here, too, and he's okay. If you need to close your eyes, then do so. There's no shame in that.

[Lailah gets an idea on helping to calm Mikleo's rising panic. Perhaps helping him focus on a fond memory will be beneficial.]

Tell me about the first seraphic arte you mastered.
nerdeology: (fire is hard okay)

[personal profile] nerdeology 2016-10-16 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[With her word of warning, he braces himself for the inevitable touch, and while it's still a surprise when it comes, he doesn't flinch away this time. He allows his hand to rest in hers, letting it go limp so her hand is all that's holding it in the air. It doesn't fall, so that means it's real. The malevolence swirls around his arm, dark and foreboding, but there's a warmth enveloping his fingers that hadn't been there before.

Drawing in a slow, shaken breath, he follows her advice and closes his eyes. Maybe, if he doesn't have to see it, he'll forget that any of it was there.

Instead he lets his thoughts drift to Lailah's question. His first arte...? His brows scrunch together, eyes still clenched, and he thinks back. Twin Flow had been his first real combative arte, and of course he'd learned to heal because Sorey couldn't keep himself out of trouble, but... the first time...

"Mikleoooooo, I'm so hungry..."]


When we were little... Sorey just turned five... I was starting to find my power, but I didn't know how to focus, yet. Gramps said to take my time, but I was so impatient.

[It had been so exciting, feeling that thrum of energy in his body come to life, something that had always been there, but mostly dormant until his mind was ready for it. He'd loved the feeling of strength moving through his limbs, at first wobbly and weak as a trickling stream, but over time, as he grew, it became a steady brook, a flowing river, a gushing waterfall--

He remembers the joy and wonder in Sorey's eyes, back then, each and every time he pressed his hands together and made them come alive with light.]


We found the ruins by accident. We weren't supposed to be playing there... the ground wasn't steady enough, and the walls were falling apart. Mason said there were too many prickleboars, and they were always aggressive that time of year. There was a hole in the wall...

["Sorey, be careful!"

"I just wanna look."

"You're gonna fall in."

"I am not! Hey, come here, I can see--"
]


We fell in.

["I told you."

"You fell, too!"
]


It was too high up... we couldn't climb it. And the sound wouldn't carry- all it did was echo through the chamber. We thought we'd find a way out if we explored it, but every path just took us deeper and deeper inside.

["We already came this way."

No, no, that glyph is different. See? It says go left."

"That's because we're on the wrong side of the room this time..."
]


We were lost. It was hours before anyone found us. I was fine, but Sorey... it was too musty under all that stone, the air was dry... we didn't have any supplies. I... I don't think I really understood how different the needs of humans are until that day.

["The air smells kinda different this way... maybe we should try here? ...Sorey? Hey, Sorey!"]
sansseraph: (Strike the match)

[personal profile] sansseraph 2016-10-16 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Lailah listens to him attentively. It's nice to get a story about his and Sorey's childhood, if she's perfectly honest. She gets to learn more about them and gains a better understanding of who they are. They're stories that Lailah never gets tired of hearing.]

He needed water, didn't he?

[Her tone is gentle. That's a lesson that not all seraphim find easy to truly understand.]
nerdeology: by <user name=earthenring> (it's literally in the name!)

[personal profile] nerdeology 2016-10-16 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Mikleo hesitates, debating whether or not to try opening his eyes, then decides against it. What Lailah is doing, it's working. The warmth is spreading slowly from his hands down the length of his arms, the chill of malevolence that he knows isn't real fading slowly over time. But if he focuses on it, if he breaks the spell of peace that his closed eyes are creating within himself, it could undo it all in a second.

So he nods at her question, swallowing back his fear, and continues.]


He needed water. And he didn't ask, not really. He knew I was having trouble with it. But I thought... this is something I can do. I couldn't break the walls down, like an earth seraph. I couldn't keep him warm, like fire. I couldn't help him breathe with the wind. But this...

[His shifts his hands within Lailah's, forming a small cup with his palms and fingers curled.

"Don't push yourself, okay? I'm fine!"

"I can do it. I can do it!"
]


I don't even remember what the words were. I don't know if they mattered. I just kept saying it, over and over. I asked the water to come, and...

["Mikleo..."

"Shh! I'm trying to concentrate!"

"Mikleo! There's water!"


There's warmth all around him, winding around his chest, soothing his trembling limbs, dragging his fear gently from the depth of his soul. Suddenly he exhales, the sound halfway a gasp, and he feels it: the light in his hands, rising to life so briefly and then bursting like a shattered lightbulb. His hands are cold, wet.

There's water.]


...S... Sorey?

[It's barely a whisper. He lifts his head, eyes still cautiously closed, but he's facing the direction where he'd last seen Sorey, rather than towards Lailah.]
nerdeology: (you'll make sorey cry)

[personal profile] nerdeology 2016-10-20 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Mikleo starts at the sound of Sorey's voice, his breath catching, and the water spills from his hands to soak his knees and the floor below. He doesn't notice. He'd heard Sorey's voice. Sorey's voice, not distorted by malevolence or missing entirely. He's there. He remembers.

It wasn't real. It's just as Lailah said. Everything's fine.

He still feels cold, so he doesn't trust his eyes yet; he leaves them closed, too scared to risk a glance lest the hallucination drive him deeper instead of allowing himself to be drawn out of it. His hands clench briefly into fists, and then he lifts one of them, open and reaching out to Sorey. His other hand finds Lailah's again, holding it gently but firmly; she's still his center, here, but he needs Sorey, too. If they're both here with him, if he can feel them instead of going only by what he sees, then surely his eyes will come around as well.]


I hear you. I can hear you.

[The relief in his voice is palatable, at the same time overwhelmed and urgent. He's almost there.]

Here... come here...?
sansseraph: (We don't wanna leave)

[personal profile] sansseraph 2016-10-22 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lailah will hold his hand in both of hers. She doesn't miss the worried look Sorey gives her. Her response to it is a reassuring smile, silently telling him it'll be okay.

Although, it's also clear to her that Mikleo isn't out of the woods just yet. At least he isn't panicking anymore.]


Did either of you have a favorite fairy tale when you were younger?
nerdeology: (i don't feel unmanly or anything)

[personal profile] nerdeology 2016-10-23 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[The feel of Sorey's hand against his own is familiar; he'd known it as a child, been raised alongside it, held it more frequently the last several days as they'd grown accustomed to one another's presence again, to being together, to being alive. By now he knows every callus, every old scar. His body knows this hand, and his heart knows it as Sorey's.

His fingers curl around Sorey's, exhaling in quiet relief, and he lets their company drape over him like the comfort of a warm blanket. Lailah's presence and Sorey's domain push against the malevolence he'd felt cloying at his soul, and slowly, he starts to relax again.

He allows Lailah's question to distract him, focusing on the memories of home, of their childhood, instead of the nightmare he'd let himself fall into. A fairy tale...?]


There was one I remember... a water seraph who lived by the sea grew up watching a human boy who played on the beach. He had a little resonance, but only enough to hear her voice, so she sang to him every day. Over the years he became a man, and she fell in love with him. The seraph loved so deeply that she was afraid malevolence would ruin her if she lost him, so she forged an oath within herself to become human, to live and die by his side. But the price of her oath was her voice... so the human never knew it was her.

[Even reciting it now, he couldn't say for certain what had drawn him to it. There were some parallels, but they were weak at best- he, a water seraph, growing up with Sorey, but as a child he'd never feared that Sorey wouldn't know him. The loss of his resonance hadn't become a real danger until they'd faced Heldalf that first time.

He could sympathize with her plight, so perhaps that was it. He can recognize the ache of knowing that humans are mortal, finite, and that loving someone isn't the same as saving them. Life has never failed to remind him that he's immortal and Sorey is not.

And yet, here they are, holding hands and soothing his fears because he'd been the one to die first.

"It was supposed to be me-! I’m the human!"]


...Gramps said an oath like that was impossible, though. He never liked that one.

["A human should strive to become more like the seraphim, not the other way around. Be careful with stories like that, Mikleo."]
nerdeology: (so the bones are in good condition)

this notif fell off a cliff and briefly died, sorry

[personal profile] nerdeology 2016-11-02 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Mikleo frets for a moment or two when Sorey shifts their hands, thinking he might be withdrawing, but once he recognizes what's actually happening he relaxes again, feeling foolish. Of course he wouldn't let go- not now. Not with them still sorting each other out. He leans in as Sorey gently pampers his fingers one by one, not objecting for once, just accepting the kindness for what it is. He listens, his lips curving into a tentative little half-smile, and slowly nods his head.]

I remember. I remember all of that.

[It's easier to think of it now, with Sorey here and audible enough to be the same reassuring presence he's always been once again. It's easy to let the memories override his fear and help him forget the feel of malevolence. He thinks it might be safe to open his eyes again, but... still, he hesitates. He doesn't want to break the safety of what they have right now.]

That was the time we spent days on the same version of the story, piecing it together like some elaborate play we were writing. Melody didn't mind the story, so she tried to teach you how to sing, but you had trouble hitting the right notes... she said you were better with your hands, anyway. That was when she found that old poetry book for you, wasn't it? Your first one.
nerdeology: (i hope you're proud of yourself)

[personal profile] nerdeology 2016-11-09 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Mikleo doesn't move or respond for a long, long moment, breathing in, breathing out, allowing himself to at last feel the difference between what he'd experienced since Sorey walked in the room and now. He can feel the gentle thump-thump-thump of Sorey's heart under his palm. He can feel the soothing warmth of the domain surrounding him. He can feel the familiar, calloused touch of Sorey's hand over his own. He can feel the weight of Sorey's words, the hope and support in his quiet question.

There's no malevolence. There never was; it was all a cruel illusion, and he fell for it. Maybe he ought to feel foolish, but... in truth, all he feels is relief.

He holds his breath and opens his eyes, and the room is his own again. Sorey's in front of him, holding his hand, his eyes full and bright, his body whole and pure, just like always. A tremor passes through his body, and his hand clenches beneath Sorey's.]


I'm okay. I'm okay.
nerdeology: (definitely a successful expedition)

[personal profile] nerdeology 2016-11-15 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Whether it's startling or not - and it is, a little - Mikleo doesn't flinch or pull away. He's just as glad as Sorey, and it's only due to his physical weakness that he's slow to return the embrace. He clings back as tightly as his hands can grip, closing his eyes and carding his fingers through Sorey's hair, trembling but grateful.

If this is his fate, then as unfortunate as it might be, he'll endure. It's enough that he's not alone.]