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sorey not sorey | ɢʀᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇᴘʜᴇʀᴅ ([personal profile] openhanded) wrote2017-01-26 06:50 pm
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SUREI PU'UWAI-LEFAY
22 yrs. BA Archaeology. Tutor/history teacher. Real life Carolina Jones wannabe.


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fashioneebo: (I wanna go)

[personal profile] fashioneebo 2017-06-02 11:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Mikleo's so mad. They can mess with his appearance all they want, but Sorey is off limits. He glances over at what used to be a blue toothbrush—]

...Seriously?

[...Hang on.

Mikleo darts out of the bathroom and goes to check their kitten. He talks to her soothingly as he wakes her up, and instead of light blue eyes that greet him, it's grey. Then he goes to check outside via the window—]


Holy shit. Sorey, you need to see this!

[The sky is no longer blue, but solid grey with some white clouds overhead. All the grass and any green trees are also no longer that color. It's honestly incredibly eerie to look at it.]
fashioneebo: (Over the weekend)

[personal profile] fashioneebo 2017-06-02 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mikleo looks over at his partner and squeezes his hand back reassuringly. He can't afford to freak out when it's clear that Sorey is starting to. He has to be levelheaded and strong for him. It's about all Mikleo's good for as he is.]

Hey.

[The older man reaches up to cup Sorey's cheek, gently bringing his attention to Mikleo.]

I love you, okay? That's not changing, and it hasn't changed in the past 20 years. Maybe our lives here have been nothing but a fabrication, but we still found and stuck by each other.

[He has to do everything he can to protect his partner. If that means dirtying his own hands to save Sorey from doing so, fine. Mikleo will take that burden. These people have hurt the brunet enough.]
fashioneebo: (The dream that you wish)

[personal profile] fashioneebo 2017-06-02 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mikleo shakes his head, pressing closer to Sorey to give him more physical comfort.]

I don't think so. That village in our memories? For all we know, all the people who lived there might've been our family.

[Yes, he's upset at the idea that the family he knows and loves here is a lie. Still, Sorey's more important right now. He's having more of a crisis than Mikleo is, but only because he refuses to break in front of him. The older man's done that enough, too, back in March.]

It's scary and overwhelming, but breathe, okay? We don't know everything yet.

[Mikleo reaches back to gently pull Sorey's head down to rest against his forehead.]

You're staying home. No arguing. I'll run out to the store really fast to pick up some ingredients, but today's gonna be the two of us and the cat under a blanket, eating ice cream mochi.
fashioneebo: (I wanna stay)

[personal profile] fashioneebo 2017-06-02 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[He lets Sorey get himself under control and gives him a chaste kiss.]

A lot's happened. I'd be more worried if you weren't freaking out a bit.

[Mikleo runs his fingers soothingly through chestnut brown hair. He gives his partner a faint smile, trying to go for his trademark smirk.]

I'll be careful, don't worry. [He playfully thumps Sorey's chest with his free hand.] C'mon, you'd do the same thing for me. We're partners.
fashioneebo: DNS (For all you know tomorrow)

[personal profile] fashioneebo 2017-06-02 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Flatterer.

[It gets Sorey almost everywhere, though.

Mikleo chuckles as his boyfriend goes to rescue their kitten. In the meantime, he's going to give himself one last glance-over in the mirror to make sure that he's good enough to go out in public.]


Just kiss me before I leave. It shouldn't take me too long, but I don't know what traffic will look like with green lights now being grey.
fashioneebo: ([S] I don't believe in fantasy)

[personal profile] fashioneebo 2017-06-02 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mikleo sighs softly as he leans back against Sorey, tilting his head into the kisses.]

I suppose you're right.

[He hums into the kiss as he returns the gesture, smiling slightly into it. The older man pulls away reluctantly.]

Love you. I'll see you when I get back.

[Mikleo grabs his keys and wallet, and heads out to the store.]