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A quick glance at the fandoms here: 07 Ghost, Aoharu x Kikanjuu, Daiya no Ace, Genshin Impact, Haikyuu, Ib, Inuyasha, Kuroko no Basket, Owari no Seraph, Tasogare Otome x Amnesia, Zenless Zone Zero
"Its too bad you're a vampire now. I miss your curry." Just one of Yuu's several complaints over the last few days.
Said vampire, having been the prime audience of Yuu's complaints these past few days, released a sigh in reply. Sometimes, he would indulge him, drawing memories from a past life just to tease him or help him find comfort. It was fine to mourn and reminisce while they had each other in arms' reach. Once in a while, Mika wondered what it was like for Yuu, after he had pushed him away to face that cruel world alone, but he didn't dare ask. Instead, he would reach for Yuu's hand, twining their fingers together and holding tight.
He did the same now, smiling gently when Yuu's hand curled around his without hesitation. "It doesn't have to be completely off the table," he replied. He didn't crave food or flavor like a human did. But the thought of curry brought about a sense of nostalgia, recalling the cheery faces of their family, and the stubborn pout on Yuu's own before he conceded and joined them.
Mika tilted his head back as he filtered through the memory. "I still remember how to make it. If we can find the ingredients we need..." Though it would be easier said than done, with them being on the run and scavenging for their basic needs. Still, it wouldn't hurt to have a goal in mind, while scrambling to find an answer to all their other questions.
"You'll just have to taste-test everything for me. Hopefully all those experiments haven't ruined your tastebuds by now."
「 HAIR 」 : the sender gently, almost hesitantly, begins to run their fingers through receiver's hair to provide some kind of comfort && grounding.
(again, them. . .)
𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .
He didn't dream often—or if he did, he couldn't recall. Behind his eyelids, all he ever saw was darkness, tinged by the vibrant flames of the Wild Hunt, and the chaos that would soon follow. He was alone, hearing voices that shifted to screams, but no one could be found.
His body ached with tension, unable to call for his polearm or his lantern. Smoke rose from the ground in tendrils, loosely grasping at his clothes and limbs like small hands. He couldn't move, yet wild eyes still sought out the noise. It could have been someone that needed help, or a corrupted spirit unable to move on. His own scream was caught in his throat as violent streaks of dark light followed up through his veins, creeping toward his chest, his neck, his head.
He felt a touch, gentle and unlike the claws of the Wild Hunt he had expected. A soft hush echoed in his mind, then all went quiet. Illuga stirred, becoming aware of the light behind his eyelids, a dull pain radiating all over his body from the injuries he sustained, and that gentle hand slowly running through sweat-dampened hair.
A deep sigh relieved him of the nightmare's grasp as he turned his head toward the point of contact. Slowly, pieces of recent memory were all coming together—Kipumaki Cliff and a surge of activity from the Wild Hunt. They predicted the outbreak, recognizing patterns now that the main enforcers were no more, and prepared to the best of their ability.
But, to keep the Abyss from encroaching any further than the mountains that encased the far north, the Ratniki had to take the fight to them. On corrupted grounds, where the Wild Hunt was known to mess with their heads and spawn where warriors fell, it was too easy to get lost in the chaos.
Illuga remembered being surrounded in a dark fog, with agonized and distressed voices all around him. Experience told him not to swing his polearm wildly, not until he could differentiate friend from foe. Aedon's cry called for him, guiding him and his weapon forward.
He remembered finally breaking through the fog, all alone and barely able to stand. In place of the unnatural darkness, a pillar of blue flame called out to him. Flins, Flins, Flins. Something must have happened for him to release so much power. Was he all alone out there too? The thought pushed him to move deeper into enemy territory, almost in a daze from the pain, but only allowing himself to collapse once Flins was within reach.
As expected, the hand in his hair attempted to retreat the moment his eyes fluttered open, and Illuga's own hand caught it before Flins could go too far. It took seconds for him to focus properly, noting that the hand he held now supported his own. How long had he been out? What of the mission? How many casualties did they suffer? So many questions, but he couldn't bring himself to ask for a report when Flins was looking at him with a peculiar expression.
"Flins," he whispered, wincing at his own raspy voice. Upon hearing it, Aedon dropped from his perch to land on Illuga's head, preening strands of hair with quiet chirps. Illuga could only imagine how he looked, every restless shift bringing awareness to the bandages and stitching keeping him together. Swallowing and clearing his throat, he tried again. "You're not hurt, are you?"
The image of Flins standing alone amidst the destruction he wrought was seared into his mind. The moment relief softened his features as he returned from the flames to meet him. Illuga couldn't bring himself to think that Flins might have stayed by his side all this time. Not without feeling his heart lurch in his chest once he focused on deciphering the meaning behind it.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, his gaze softening as he relaxed against the pillow behind him. "Back there... you looked worried." Illuga focused on their hands, shifting their grip so that his thumb brushed along Flins' knuckles in reassurance. "It's okay now," he gave a breathless laugh, "we both made it back in one piece."
( we don't know much at all about illuga's parents, and nothing at all about his bloodline. it could be possible he has a little fae blood in him, right? right. )
“You know, you keep fretting over everyone else, but you won’t even take a second to relax, yourself.” // lohen to illuga
exhaustion sentence starters
Illuga responded with a small, amused huff. Lohen hadn't been the first to say that, and he likely wouldn't be the last. "When I finish touching base with the Ratniki stationed here, I might consider it."
Unfortunately, Illuga couldn't imagine taking time off for himself any time soon. The thought of attempting to find a hobby for himself even sparked a little dread. But, as long as the Wild Hunt remained active, so would he as a Lightkeeper. As it was, he knew that he had quite the extensive report to write the moment he got back to Piramida.
The Wild Hunt's activities were surging in certain areas, diminishing in others, but a sensible pattern to the outbreaks couldn't be found yet. Requests for more aid would take first priority the moment he returned to headquarters. The Tideseal Stones around Starsand Shoal had also been swarmed by an unusual amount of Exiles, cleared out with the unexpected help of Sir Lohen from the Knights of Favonius.
Although Lohen had decided to accompany him after that, Illuga was beginning to suspect that running errands all day wasn't what he had in mind.
There were just a few more locations he wanted to check in on. Leafing through the reports he already collected, Illuga lifted his gaze to the knight by his side. "But I don't mind the work," he added. "At the end of the day, it's reassuring to know that everyone is doing okay. That's good enough for me."
「 RETURN 」 : receiver believes that the sender has died, that is until the sender shows up at their door / runs into them unexpectedly.
(Flins & Illuga, or reverse!!)
𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .
Giving their lives so that Nod-Krai might have a future was part of every Ratnik's duty. They were bound to the flame of their lantern, a solemn oath to illuminate the night until their last breath. Every Ratnik worth their salt knew they weren't meant for a long life. Even so, for those still living, it didn't make the mourning banquets any easier to face.
The dishes were laid out, one by one, along the table in the great hall. Their usual mead filled each cup to the brim. The expressions of Ratniki present ranged from wobbly smiles to stoic stares, quietly thanking those that chose to help with tonight's feast. After the Starshyna's speech, someone's breath caught on a shuddered sob, causing the floodgates to open wide.
Even the smallest victory was to be celebrated. The fact that several Lightkeepers were able to return from a battle that took the lives of their comrades was never a small feat. Their numbers were already small, and dwindling by the month, yet they still remained to carry the will of the fallen.
Illuga had hoped the pain of losing someone would always feel fresh in his heart. Everyone that lived in Piramida, and those that took up the oath to protect Nod-Krai and its people, deserved nothing less than his honest respect. He couldn't imagine a day when he would look upon the names of those lost in recent battle with nothing but weariness.
He didn't want to become a Winter Icelea, withstanding the harsh weather and clinging to life just for the sake of it.
But he also didn't expect Flins to be among those now missing within their ranks.
He watched the Ratnik across from him curl against the iron table, spilling his drink to no one's concern. Slowly, Illuga looked at each ratnik's red-rimmed eyes as they attempted to console each other. An odd weight settled in his chest, weighing down heavier with each breath he took. His limbs were numb, unable to shift from their spot on the table even as his sleeves dampened with mead.
Flins' name had been mentioned while Illuga filed into the hall with the rest, striking him with a sudden anxiety. He hadn't been heard from in an entire month, his last correspondence received weeks ago along with those from the Ratnik stationed near Nasha Town. Illuga shuffled through his memories, desperate to place any of their meetings at the lighthouse or elsewhere closer to this date.
It couldn't be true.
"It's unfortunate, but we have to prepare for the worst," someone said, far from where he sat, and yet he heard all the same. In his head, Flins' face was all he could see, his voice soothing or teasing, starting to fade within the sounds of the hall. "We still owe it to them to honor their memory, whether they find their way home or not."
Home. Illuga flinched as Nikita's hands found his shoulders and gripped hard, keeping him grounded to their reality as their sobs carried into the night. Releasing a breath he didn't realize he held, he brought a leaden hand to wipe at his own eyes, coming away dry.
Even if he didn't say anything, Nikita must have sensed something amiss. On the Starshyna's orders, Illuga was to remain off-duty and stay in Piramida for a few days. As much as Illuga protested, he knew his heart lied elsewhere. He couldn't commit himself to lead his squad like this. But his mind remained restless, visions of blue flame haunting his waking thoughts and dreams.
The last time he visited that quiet isle, Flins was nowhere to be seen. It wasn't unusual, though Illuga couldn't help his concern after the incident with one of the Fatui Harbingers. Still, Flins was as strong as they come and seemingly gentle with the world around them. Illuga held faith that he wouldn't disappear without at least a word of goodbye.
"But you understand better than anyone, right?"
Another sleepless night led him to the shore. Alone, Illuga shoved the small wooden boat into the water, paddling against the dark waves. Aedon reflected the light in his lantern, chirping when the sea rocked their boat too hard. But he couldn't rely on the nightingale's light without alerting the Ratniki on patrol. Illuga whispered assurances, keeping his eyes on the lighthouse, a single point against the heavy fog to guide his way.
He had to confirm it for himself. Until he did, he couldn't allow Flins' memory to rest, nor could he allow himself to mourn.
Once the boat was safely settled in the sand, Illuga took a moment to gather himself. He could see the shadows of each gravestone ahead, lining the path toward the lighthouse. A cold breeze swept over the hills to meet him, urging him to hold his lantern tighter. It brought with it the thought of not finding Flins again, of possibly never seeing him again.
He had to be prepared to face it.
"In your eyes, he was strong. But the strong die all the same."
Illuga took his time tracing the perimeter, recalling the locations Flins preferred to fish. He picked his way across the graves, reading each inscription as he passed. Carefully, he kept his gaze away from the lighthouse, where he would expect Flins to be seated outside, sorting through supplies or filing paperwork.
Here lies Happa. The Khorin family. Dietrich. Aimo. Illuga glanced at the monument that shadowed them all. From there, he could see that the bench by the lighthouse was empty. Slowly, he released a long breath as the cold winds crept along his skin.
All he could keep telling himself was that Flins was different; it wasn't meant to be this way.
He couldn't bring himself up those few steps to the main building just yet. If he knocked on that door or found his way inside to find Flins well and truly gone, he didn't know what he would do. It felt like a chasm would open up beneath his feet at any second, ready to swallow him whole the moment he realized the truth. It's what he wished would happen at that moment, so he wouldn't have to feel this numb uncertainty ever again.
Slowly, he dragged himself back down to the beach. The waves lapped gently at the shore now, quiet and calm into the late night. He could barely see the outline of Piramida against the fog. Soon, he would need to return. In a few days time, he would regroup with his squad, and they would carry themselves back to camp. Like always, the Lightkeepers would keep vigil over the night to face the dawn of a new day.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to tears. He squatted down, curling into himself and the ache that was ever present in his heart. "You're here, aren't you?" he uttered, frustration lining his voice. "You, of all people, were supposed to outlive me."
When Flins revealed his secret, Illuga didn't realize that he placed so much hope in the long life of his kind.
"Why is it that, every time, you're the only one who survives?"
His arms pressed tight against his stomach. Stiffly, he pressed the heel of his palm against his brow, willing the dark voice away. But it lingered, a memory of the people he lost three years ago, and ten years ago as well. He thought of everyone he's ever looked up to and everyone he could still lose.
The temperature seemed to drop several degrees. Illuga shivered and raised his head, seeing nothing but a strange light glancing off the shore in front of him. He held his breath, hearing nothing but the waves.
A phantom? Was it the Wild Hunt? He recalled ages ago there had been an outbreak on the isle that had nearly wiped out an entire squad. With Flins' absence, would they seek out another opportunity to seize this land?
Illuga waited, watching the light bounce off the water, getting brighter. He could only think of the purple glow of Exiles and Hunters, able to disappear and reappear in an instant. It would be just as well that he should face them here alone. When the light seemed to be upon him, he willed his polearm to his hand and twisted around.
The clang of metal on metal echoed loud in the night. The force reverberated through his arms, making them ache, but the realization nearly made him drop his weapon entirely. The light of the blue flame was nearly blinding after spending so long in the dark. Illuga exhaled harshly as Flins eased the angle where their polearms clashed.
"Easy now, Young Master," Flins murmured, sounding a bit bewildered. Illuga could see the hint of a smile past his collar. He could hear it in his voice. "My, you look like you have seen a ghost."
"Flins—" Illuga choked, immediately taking a step back. He could still feel a tremble in his shoulders, not completely from the impact or the cold. Here Flins stood, able to tease him so late in the night, as though Illuga hadn't worried himself sick for days. He was furious, wanting to demand an explanation for his absence and lack of notice. But he was also relieved, overwhelmingly so.
He could see wonder in the lift of Flins' brow, curiosity leading his eyes across Illuga's face. Illuga pressed a hand against his own cheek, coming back damp. A soft chuckle left him as he self-consciously tried to clear the tracks, bowing his head when the tears kept falling. He must look ridiculous now; what he considered to be a miracle of a reunion must have been Flins' average supply run.
If only he could explain the burst of emotion sitting in his chest, blooming in place of the empty void of being left behind. Illuga gave up on rubbing at his face, giving Flins his brightest grin despite the tears. "I'm just... just so glad to see you again."
"I'm being realistic. In this group, swearing to die for each other sort of loses its meaning when we have Yuu." And if Yuu would be upset over their loss, Mika could be willing to give so much more. "It's easier to throw yourself off a cliff than it is to suffer for someone else's sake, isn't it?"
「 REUNION 」 : for our muses to find each other in the middle of a [ battlefield / warzone / specify ] only to find one of our muses has been badly injured.
Flins & Illuga <3
𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .
The flash of lightning amidst a sea of flames was a sight to behold. A beacon of hope, much like the lanterns that willed away the deceptive fog of the Wild Hunt. Illuga sucked in a breath, a sharp pain digging deep around his ribs. Still, he held his polearm steady in both hands, deflecting the vile grasp of an infected corpse before following into a riposte. The ruined garb of a Lightkeeper caught his eye, an ache in his heart even as he drove the spear straight through, watching the spirit crumble to dust.
He could see a Wilderness Hunter, shoving its way through the abyssal rift that formed without warning. One among several that had suddenly torn throughout Kipumaki Cliff. Even with the Professor gone, the area still suffered corruption and corrosion. Its bloody history kept plenty of corpses and wayward spirits for the Abyss to claim.
Illuga wouldn't allow his spear to touch the ground, breathing heavy as he steadied himself. He couldn't underestimate the place that took so many lives, but he didn't expect such an outbreak on a routine patrol. An injury Rollon received made him unable to fight on his own, reluctantly following the order from his squad leader to retreat, if only to gather back up while Illuga held his ground for as long as he could.
He worried over the camp, knowing he couldn't cover all the rifts that appeared on his own. Several other Lightkeepers were scattered across the plains and he had no way of knowing how they fared. They could very well lose the campgrounds to the Wild Hunt yet again, setting back years of progress if they broke through the lines. He couldn't allow that to happen; he would uphold the oath he swore to when he became a Lightkeeper in the first place.
Our bones and blood we shall use as fuel, we shall make life greater than death.
He couldn't bring himself to flee this place yet again and face the graves of Ratniki he failed to protect.
The miasma from the Abyss rolled in thick, flooding his airways and sticking to his lungs, as Exiles meandered toward him. The Hunter wasn't far behind. A harsh cough wracked his frame, spitting out the blood that coated his mouth, before he gritted his bloodied teeth and ran forth.
A heavy strike took down one of the Exiles, adjusting to swing into the next. Another teleported before he could make contact, a searing pain tearing through his back as he tried to regain his balance. Illuga lost focus, polearm stabbing into the ground as his body stumbled into it. Blearily, he watched the Hunter raise its axe, unable to expend the energy even to brace himself.
A blinding streak of Electro shot past him, striking the Hunter with a small explosion of elemental energy. Illuga stumbled to his knees, breath rattling in his lungs as he rubbed his eyes into his sleeve. When he looked up, he followed a line of dark cloth up to a lantern, glowing bright with a peculiar blue flame.
Relief twined with his worries. Reinforcements have arrived, their echoing cries pushing Illuga to stand once again. He refrained from curling in on himself, pain radiating from his chest, and adjusted the grip on his polearm. But Flins could see right through him, from the injuries he suffered down to the misery clouding his mind.
"I won't fall back," Illuga interjected before the other could speak. It was beyond reckless, he knew, but there was too much at stake. "At the very least, I need to ensure that the rest of my squad make it out alive. Until then, please, lend me your strength and let me fight alongside you!"
" stop talking like you're saying goodbye! " { From Yuu, to Mika }
𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .
Ever since he reunited with Yuu, Mika had a feeling that it would come to this. Narumi had made several strong points; how long could a vampire fool himself into thinking he could favor humans over the blood he desired? Mika had studied his own reflection long after that discussion was dropped.
His emotions were decaying. He thought of his family, brutally murdered, one by one before his eyes. Ferid had mocked him, teasing him over a tragedy he was too weak to stop. He felt nothing. The image of Akane's head and Yuu's violent reaction came to mind. Mika should have been just as livid, or desperate, or anything at all.
If there was ever a day when Mika would look at Yuu's state and feel jaded, at best...
He couldn't protect Yuu like this.
"You're stronger than you were back then," he found himself commenting one day. "I thought I had to be the one to save you. That you might have been too reckless or lonely to save yourself."
Yuu had to be safe. Mika once thought that he was the only one capable to do so. But the truth of the matter was, he had long since had a squad that he could trust, wholeheartedly, to make the correct choice. They understood what being part of his family meant, just as well as Mika did. If anything happened to him, he believed Yuu would be safe in their care.
"But you found people who genuinely care about you. Your own family that can keep up with you, unlike before. I'm glad—"
It was unsettling to be aware of the turmoil inside his heart when it came to Yuu. Words caught in his throat, a surge of emotion welling when he looked into Yuu's indignant eyes and found out that he was terrified. Their future together never seemed bright, but Mika never wanted to leave his side, ever again, so long as he could help it.
"I'm not." It was a weak defense and they both knew it. But Mika also knew that, if he admitted his feelings outright, Yuu would double down on his effort, doing whatever it took so long as he got his way. "I'm still right here with you, am I? But if something happens... we need to be prepared for it."
the "in another universe" "in another life" posts are funny cause you only get one, this one, and you've already resigned to losing it too. try fighting in this one
like stars, you are effervescent and indefinable. stars somehow feel simultaneously within your grasp but infinitely far. people devotedly pour all their hopes and dreams out to you, spill their secrets, and bare their souls for the unique, special joy of gaining your favor. you are a special person to be around. being with you is like flying—weightless and exciting. you are sympathetic and can’t help trying to help everyone even when you’ve already got enough on your plate. you try to make everyone else’s dreams come true at the same time as yours. you are warm—not in an outwardly radiating way but at your very core. in your thoughts, and intentions, and desires. like stars, you can be fickle, shifting according to the season and twinkling like you might wink out of existence at any moment. however, you make up for it in your extraordinary qualities—stars guide sailors to new lands, remind us to keep dreaming, and give us a reason to keep looking up. you are a beautiful and extraordinary person. even if people don't quite understand you, they admire and appreciate you. you inspire them to keep dreaming. you sometimes miss what once was and have a hard time letting go. you find nostalgia simultaneously comforting and heartbreaking. yet you still manage to move forward. you also have a hard time seeing the value of your own innate brightness, yet still, think highly of yourself and what you have to offer the world. you somehow never manage to lose your spirit. you are the light that never goes out, against all the odds. you are the essence of art, creation, and beauty. the lightness of laughter. the shaky peace following a good cry. you are simultaneously cold-tempered with a warm core. you are beautiful and beloved and faithfully enduring. remember to take care of yourself the same way you do others. don’t burn out on us, we need you around <3
