Then I'll be ridiculous, [Sorey mumbles into his hair, still hanging on. He can feel it in the strength of his hand around his shirt, the warmth of his voice, the gentle brush of his fingers through his hair that Mikleo feels the same. Sorey had never needed the same grandiose gestures from Mikleo that he himself was so fond of doing; Mikleo is obvious in his own way and right now, he's practically screaming it from the rooftops.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
It means the same thing.
Luzrov Rulay.
Sorey pulls back and holds Mikleo's face between his hands, trying to cement the way he looks now, that twinkling mirth and that hint of embarrassment brightening his eyes and pinking his cheeks over the other images that creep up unbidden in the darkness of night. Mikleo is here, with him, alive, and he's going to stay that way until Sorey's dying breath.]
Oh, Mikleo, [Sorey breathes, a little more somber in his emotion but no less heartfelt as he leans forward to pull him into his arms again, closing his eyes,] what would I be without you? I don't even want to think about it. [He'd be more and less, he's certain. More afraid, less curious. More insecure, less forgiving. If growing up with Mikleo built him into the person he is today, then he supposes he can't completely hate himself. Not when Mikleo had a hand in all of him.]
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I love you, I love you, I love you.
It means the same thing.
Luzrov Rulay.
Sorey pulls back and holds Mikleo's face between his hands, trying to cement the way he looks now, that twinkling mirth and that hint of embarrassment brightening his eyes and pinking his cheeks over the other images that creep up unbidden in the darkness of night. Mikleo is here, with him, alive, and he's going to stay that way until Sorey's dying breath.]
Oh, Mikleo, [Sorey breathes, a little more somber in his emotion but no less heartfelt as he leans forward to pull him into his arms again, closing his eyes,] what would I be without you? I don't even want to think about it. [He'd be more and less, he's certain. More afraid, less curious. More insecure, less forgiving. If growing up with Mikleo built him into the person he is today, then he supposes he can't completely hate himself. Not when Mikleo had a hand in all of him.]