[closed] and after all

[reenforces]

Who: Mikleo and Sorey
When: dated to after some unfortunate foresty adventures
Where: The Elysian crashpad
What: A talk they've been putting off for a while
Warnings: none yet!


[Mikleo is starting to get the hang of cooking in the little blue house they picked out, a few weeks into this. He does wish he could cook with magic but he's still on his basic spells, so... It's back to basics.

He's put together roasted chicken and potatoes with buttered greens and, after some tragic disaster toast, some plain bread from the bakery near the market. It's a good, decent dinner that he hopes will take the anxiety out of the talk he plans on having.

He starts untying his apron and leans out to call into the living room:]

Sorey! It's ready!

Comments

[reenforces]

Exactly.

[Mikleo swallows, glances at their hands, and then finally back up at Sorey. It's so easy to get lost in that smile if he's not careful. He can't help but chuckle at that extremely self-aware response.]

Say my name?

[A brief pause.]

Well, it's half yours, I suppose. I did share it.

[shepherds_pie]

[Sorey looks slightly surprised by the request, but he doesn't hesitate. After Mikleo says that last part, he can't help smiling himself.]

It's definitely a gift I cherish the most.

[It's not so embarrassing saying that when Mikleo's already asking for him to say his name. He gently squeezes the water seraph's name before whispering, like it's a secret or something only the two of them should hear.]

Luzrov Rulay.

[He kind of misses that they don't armatize after he says it, but there's still a certain rush that'll never go away just by virtue of having the privilege to say it. To know it.]

[reenforces]

[Rose knows his secret name too, but it wasn't given like this. A Shepherd's pact isn't the same as two boys huddled beside a lake, hand in hand, whispering words in the ancient language to one another. Even though it's been almost a century Mikleo remembers the day as if it were yesterday. His awakening, his promise. He knew who he was from that point on and that gave him the confidence to support Sorey in everything he did.

There's no armatus, but there's still something pulling at him and calling to his core that makes him shiver. Maybe it's because his true name is his soul and therefore has that power, but more likely it's because Sorey says it. Sorey knows. A seraph's true name is their soul laid bare... he'd said, or something like it, as he tried to explain the significance to someone without getting into deeply personal detail. Sorey knows the name, knows Mikleo, knows all the good parts and the light parts and the sharp parts and the soft parts, and he accepts him wholly.

He hasn't heard that voice in a human lifetime but it brings him back. When Sorey calls that name, it brings him home.

He gets up out of his chair, not caring about the rest of his dinner. He holds Sorey's hand tight, pale fingers wrapping around it not in a death grip but for warmth, for a reminder that they're both here and very, very real. His other hand finds Sorey's cheek.

There's no hesitation. As soft as an elysalark alighting upon a branch, he brushes their lips together and closes his eyes.]