IC Communication

[nerdeology]

Use this to get in contact with Mikleo outside of the community posts.


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"This is Mikleo. I'll get back to you when I can."

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[monolike]

Hey, [Sorey murmurs quietly, pulling back so he can cup one side of Mikleo's face, peering at him in concern. He brushes his thumb over the swell in his cheek, and okay, maybe kissing isn't the only thing that's changed because he'd never have done something like that before all of this.

Mikleo does this often when he starts getting lost in his own head. Sorey will sit in his dreams and his worries all day if he's left to his own devices, but Mikleo is always so brutal with himself, almost cold in his self-care. It's true, they shouldn't focus on an uncertain future, but there's no reason they can't let it influence the decisions they make in the present, too. Focus on each other, because if there is one certainty, it's that these moments really won't last forever.

Through all the guilt and the desperation, the sadness and agony, Mikleo's death has at least taught him a little gratitude for the present.] ...you know, I think I'm okay with your face being so close after all.

[nerdeology]

[Mikleo's eyes widen at that, gazing back at Sorey in surprise for a few lingering moments. His eyes drift across Sorey's features, as if memorizing, re-memorizing the details while they're so close. The marks and imperfections of his skin caused by exploration and life-threatening battles, or little nicks and scars that aren't visible from a distance, or the splotches of different colours that decorate his face from hours in and out of the sun. His eyes are bright and happy, with a lingering sadness Mikleo knows is mirrored in his own all too often lately. It's a face he's looked at hundreds, thousands of times in his lifetime, one he has yet to ever grow tired of seeing.

Sorey's occasionally gone on about how beautiful seraphim are, but to Mikleo, humans can be much more of a fascinating canvas, their life experiences carved into their bodies and carried for all the world to see. Sorey's face is a map whose details tell a hundred stories, and Mikleo knows how fortunate he is to have been a part of so many of them. Sort of makes him wonder why Zaveid chose to get his tattoos, and how, and what kind of stories they tell. If those imperfections played a part in Sorey's near-decision in the fire trial, to scar his own face rather than ruin Lailah's beauty.

He doesn't know how to say any of this, but if Sorey's okay with what he sees, then... then, well. He's okay, too. He's always been okay with this, it's only that he lacked the courage to admit it.]

...Don't make it weird, [is what he finally mumbles, however, leaning in to bury his face against the crook of Sorey's neck, his forehead pressed to the fabric of the Shepherd's collar. The feathers tickle his nose, and it's such a familiar sensation it makes his chest hurt.]

[monolike]

[The times that Mikleo will allow himself to be coddled like this are few and far between, so Sorey intends to take full advantage of it. There's nothing that needs doing and nowhere they need to be, so Sorey will gladly reach up to cradle Mikleo's head fully against him, other arm around his shoulders. Heck, he'd pull Mikleo into his lap if he thought he could get away with it.

This will have to do for now. But honestly, if he knows anything about Mikleo (and he can safely say that he does), being together in the quiet, surrounded by books and warmth and each other, all of that is more than enough.]