I am. [He's never felt more confident than in that. Yet, the brunet glances away as he quietly admits:] I'd...like you to keep holding me, but maybe somewhere more comfortable?
[When Mikleo looks back, it's with a trace of his old dry amusement.]
The floor isn't exactly the best for long periods of time.
[He lets out a breath, still nervous, but Mikleo's quiet admission actually gets him to chuckle.] Yeah, you're right. [That means he has to extricate his fingers from that lovely hair, and that's a damn shame, but it's only temporary at least.]
There's the couch or the bed. I think... after the day you've had, a nap might help.
[Mikleo hesitates for a moment to think about the choices.]
The couch will be best, I think. I still have to make dinner for us.
[In a small burst of confidence and a need to let Sorey know that it's real and not a dream, he kisses him briefly again. Then, he stands up and offers a hand to his partner-in-crime. A small, soft, grateful smile lifts his lips.]
Just try not to fall asleep with me or we probably won't wake up until tomorrow morning.
[Sorey is taken quite off guard by the sudden kiss, but he soon recovers his wits and gets up, happy to take Mikleo's hand. He's also happy to not give it back. He's practically glowing as he stands there, lightly swaying their joined hands.]
We can order something. You don't have to make dinner every night.
[Sorey leads him to the couch and tugs him down so they can sit together. It's a nice big couch, and he's never been more thankful for it than right now.]
What do you feel like?
[If Mikleo says 'a gallon of ice cream' he will not begrudge him at all.]
[He lets himself get tugged down next to Sorey, casually curling up against his side. Well, as casually as he can, really.]
Anything that doesn't require too much effort, to be honest.
[Mikleo might've said more, but he tenses. His eyes go unfocused for a moment as he's hit with a sudden flashback.
They're outside a village, late at night. Sorey seems to be leaving for some reason, but Mikleo approaches him and it startles the brunet. The whole conversation, Mikleo sounds rather flippant and ready to head out to save someone from assassins. Then, Sorey cuts him off, telling him with boundless joy and relief that he's glad that Mikleo's coming with him. He feels embarrassment as he tries to deflect it, retorting with the fact that Sorey is far too naive and trusting to go out into the human world on his own.
The brunet shakes his head, coming out of it. His heart's pounding in his chest. This...this one confirms that Sorey's...past life, he guesses, is spent living with people who aren't human. He, himself, though...he's not human. A 'seraph,' he thinks, but Sorey never mentioned wings. So...maybe not Abrahamic?
Mikleo covers his eyes. This is starting to give him a headache on top of the one he's gotten from crying.]
Sorey. Do you mind getting me some water? I...had another flashback. My third one, I think.
[Mikleo tenses suddenly, and Sorey feels it. He holds his best friend carefully, concern painting his features paler than usual.]
Mikleo? What's wrong?
[Then he's moving again, and he's fine, except-- another flashback. Sorey gently pries himself away from Mikleo's side so he can get up.]
Y-- yeah! Hold on. [Then he's sprinting into the kitchen to fill up a glass of filtered water. He brings it back in a tall mug so that it's easy to hold. And look, he even has some aspirin.] Here, take a couple of these.
[He settles in beside Mikleo again, and carefully draws his fingers through his friend's hair in a vague attempt at making him feel better.]
[He manages a real smile at the offering of aspirin and says a quiet thanks. Mikleo doesn't answer until he's taken the medicine and drained the water. The brunet leans against Sorey, frowning at his mug.]
Yeah...but from a time or place that's both familiar and unfamiliar. It's almost like a past life. If that's the case....
[Mikleo sighs, reaching across his best friend to set the mug on the end table.]
...I don't think I was human. You were, but I was...something else.
[He thinks of the hand clasp he'd remembered, of the boy with Mikleo's eyes. That had definitely been Mikleo. The brief glance he'd had... was definitely some kind of ethereal beauty. It doesn't surprise him to hear that Mikleo wasn't human there, but what else could he be?
He continues drawing his hands through Mikleo's hair. Even if they hadn't kissed earlier, he probably would be doing it anyway.]
You looked human to me. I mean, aside from the hair... but I liked that a lot.
[It does sound like something Sorey would say, and Mikleo too. He's quiet for a while as he thinks on it. It seems to be around the same time as the brief memory he'd gained before, but he can't be sure. It wasn't like he had the chance to look around or something.]
You're always teasing me about how gullible I am. It sounds like that really is us.
[It feels so real. But, truth be told, this life feels real too.
He lets Mikleo hold his hand, happy to have that, honestly a little surprised that his friend returned the kiss in the first place. Even after speaking with Minako... Sorey doesn't feel like he deserves anyone at all, let alone someone like Mikleo. He's just... so depressingly uncool, so average... and Mikleo is gorgeous, devoted, talented...
He sighs into those chestnut waves, leaves more soft kisses in their depths like secrets.]
But then... who was in that village? Why were we leaving? If we lived there, it must've been something really important.
Yeah...although, I feel like I'm a little younger. You look it, too. Like you're in your late teens or something.
[It's disturbing to think about how real those memories are. Sorey's presence helps him a lot, though. He manages to soothe Mikleo's worries, make them feel more manageable, just by being here and giving gentle affection. It brings a small, soft smile to his face.]
I don't know about that first question, but I do know that we left because...some friend was in trouble. Her life was at risk.
Hey, I'm only twenty. It's not like late teens was too long ago. [Last year, even. But he gets what Mikleo is saying.] I can't imagine running out on my mom, though. I mean-- not for long.
[It hasn't occurred to him that maybe he doesn't have a mom.]
Huh... I hope we were able to help her, then. [He's not sure how he feels about both of them apparently skipping town to become heroes. Sorey doesn't really think he's capable of that sort of thing. He's a history teacher, not a video game protagonist.]
That's because you're on the border of good son and mama's boy.
[He's quiet for some time, still tracing patterns on top of Sorey's hand. Eventually, he laces his fingers in between his best friend's, continuing the patterns.]
We're missing too much information. And my biggest question is why are we remembering a life we used to have?
[He totally is, though. He lets Mikleo have that silence, while he runs his other hand through Mikleo's hair. He's still not used to being able to touch it, either. Mikleo's just so beautiful. He could do this forever, probably.]
I don't think that's something we can answer so easily. [He squeezes Mikleo's hand back, drinking in their warmth.] But we can say this all started with that weird app, didn't it? Or at least it was around the same time.
[Mikleo sighs softly. There are too many possibilities and currently no way to know which one's on the right track.]
We'll just have to be patient, then.
[He tilts his head up to face Sorey and cups his cheek with his free hand. The brunet kisses him, gentle and chaste, for a brief moment. ...Alright, he goes in for a second one just because before going back to using his partner as a pillow. Mikleo's really feeling the exhaustion, now. But...he also feels really happy. Like things are looking brighter for their future, despite the storm clouds on the horizon.]
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I am. [He's never felt more confident than in that. Yet, the brunet glances away as he quietly admits:] I'd...like you to keep holding me, but maybe somewhere more comfortable?
[When Mikleo looks back, it's with a trace of his old dry amusement.]
The floor isn't exactly the best for long periods of time.
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There's the couch or the bed. I think... after the day you've had, a nap might help.
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The couch will be best, I think. I still have to make dinner for us.
[In a small burst of confidence and a need to let Sorey know that it's real and not a dream, he kisses him briefly again. Then, he stands up and offers a hand to his partner-in-crime. A small, soft, grateful smile lifts his lips.]
Just try not to fall asleep with me or we probably won't wake up until tomorrow morning.
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[Sorey is taken quite off guard by the sudden kiss, but he soon recovers his wits and gets up, happy to take Mikleo's hand. He's also happy to not give it back. He's practically glowing as he stands there, lightly swaying their joined hands.]
We can order something. You don't have to make dinner every night.
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Maybe not, but it's relaxing.
[He leads Sorey out of his bedroom and towards the living room. He glances back at the other brunet.]
But...I won't say no to ordering out for tonight, if we can.
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What do you feel like?
[If Mikleo says 'a gallon of ice cream' he will not begrudge him at all.]
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Anything that doesn't require too much effort, to be honest.
[Mikleo might've said more, but he tenses. His eyes go unfocused for a moment as he's hit with a sudden flashback.
They're outside a village, late at night. Sorey seems to be leaving for some reason, but Mikleo approaches him and it startles the brunet. The whole conversation, Mikleo sounds rather flippant and ready to head out to save someone from assassins. Then, Sorey cuts him off, telling him with boundless joy and relief that he's glad that Mikleo's coming with him. He feels embarrassment as he tries to deflect it, retorting with the fact that Sorey is far too naive and trusting to go out into the human world on his own.
The brunet shakes his head, coming out of it. His heart's pounding in his chest. This...this one confirms that Sorey's...past life, he guesses, is spent living with people who aren't human. He, himself, though...he's not human. A 'seraph,' he thinks, but Sorey never mentioned wings. So...maybe not Abrahamic?
Mikleo covers his eyes. This is starting to give him a headache on top of the one he's gotten from crying.]
Sorey. Do you mind getting me some water? I...had another flashback. My third one, I think.
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Mikleo? What's wrong?
[Then he's moving again, and he's fine, except-- another flashback. Sorey gently pries himself away from Mikleo's side so he can get up.]
Y-- yeah! Hold on. [Then he's sprinting into the kitchen to fill up a glass of filtered water. He brings it back in a tall mug so that it's easy to hold. And look, he even has some aspirin.] Here, take a couple of these.
[He settles in beside Mikleo again, and carefully draws his fingers through his friend's hair in a vague attempt at making him feel better.]
... They really are flashbacks, aren't they.
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Yeah...but from a time or place that's both familiar and unfamiliar. It's almost like a past life. If that's the case....
[Mikleo sighs, reaching across his best friend to set the mug on the end table.]
...I don't think I was human. You were, but I was...something else.
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He continues drawing his hands through Mikleo's hair. Even if they hadn't kissed earlier, he probably would be doing it anyway.]
You looked human to me. I mean, aside from the hair... but I liked that a lot.
[He nuzzles into lovely brown waves.]
Wanna tell me about it?
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You were trying to sneak away from what looked like a village at night. I caught you, and basically told you that you weren't leaving without me.
[Sounds like something the two of them would do, honestly. Perhaps that's the scary part.]
And...as I tried to walk away, you stood in front of me and said you were glad I was coming with you.
[The older boy takes Sorey's hand in his, tracing patterns on the top of it. His eyes are focused on their hands.]
'Someone as guileless as you wouldn't last long with humans.' I think that was along the lines of my response.
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You're always teasing me about how gullible I am. It sounds like that really is us.
[It feels so real. But, truth be told, this life feels real too.
He lets Mikleo hold his hand, happy to have that, honestly a little surprised that his friend returned the kiss in the first place. Even after speaking with Minako... Sorey doesn't feel like he deserves anyone at all, let alone someone like Mikleo. He's just... so depressingly uncool, so average... and Mikleo is gorgeous, devoted, talented...
He sighs into those chestnut waves, leaves more soft kisses in their depths like secrets.]
But then... who was in that village? Why were we leaving? If we lived there, it must've been something really important.
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[It's disturbing to think about how real those memories are. Sorey's presence helps him a lot, though. He manages to soothe Mikleo's worries, make them feel more manageable, just by being here and giving gentle affection. It brings a small, soft smile to his face.]
I don't know about that first question, but I do know that we left because...some friend was in trouble. Her life was at risk.
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[It hasn't occurred to him that maybe he doesn't have a mom.]
Huh... I hope we were able to help her, then. [He's not sure how he feels about both of them apparently skipping town to become heroes. Sorey doesn't really think he's capable of that sort of thing. He's a history teacher, not a video game protagonist.]
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That's because you're on the border of good son and mama's boy.
[He's quiet for some time, still tracing patterns on top of Sorey's hand. Eventually, he laces his fingers in between his best friend's, continuing the patterns.]
We're missing too much information. And my biggest question is why are we remembering a life we used to have?
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[He totally is, though. He lets Mikleo have that silence, while he runs his other hand through Mikleo's hair. He's still not used to being able to touch it, either. Mikleo's just so beautiful. He could do this forever, probably.]
I don't think that's something we can answer so easily. [He squeezes Mikleo's hand back, drinking in their warmth.] But we can say this all started with that weird app, didn't it? Or at least it was around the same time.
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That's true. It all started with Retrospec. Sounds like no matter what, we'll need to dig into what this company is really doing.
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[He says it but he's definitely in the 'this is real' camp.]
... Maybe we'll need these memories for something. I don't know.
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We'll just have to be patient, then.
[He tilts his head up to face Sorey and cups his cheek with his free hand. The brunet kisses him, gentle and chaste, for a brief moment. ...Alright, he goes in for a second one just because before going back to using his partner as a pillow. Mikleo's really feeling the exhaustion, now. But...he also feels really happy. Like things are looking brighter for their future, despite the storm clouds on the horizon.]