synopsis: when you find your friend in peril, you have no choice but to come to his rescue. but his captor isn’t reasonable, much less human, and you’re confronted with a difficult decision. do you pick your friend’s life, or do you pick your freedom?
content warning(s): death mention, injury, violence mention
placed under cut for length!
This is it.
This is the end.
The only thoughts that flashed through your head were ones that foretold your bitter end, and you nearly collapsed onto your knees, your eyes shaking as your overworked body struggled to keep itself together.
“Who- Who are you…?”
Deep within the heart of the frozen winter forest, deep inside of the murky abandoned castle, deep in the labyrinth of a prison, the only living souls were you, the person you came to rescue, and the hulking silhouette of something you could only describe as horrendous a mere few feet away. You rushed here expecting the worst, braving the harsh blizzards and sprinting throughout the winding corridors and endless maze that the castle was until the sound of Cock Robin’s coughing led you to the dungeon. Despite that fear and the fatigue spiking through every inch of your body like some poison taking root, you stood your ground.
A low rumble filled the room, and momentarily, you thought an earthquake was taking place. Whatever soul was in the area with you, it definitely wasn’t human. The aura the creature held was almost stifling, holding eons upon eons of memories and emotions you probably wouldn’t even be able to begin to comprehend. The beast lurked amongst the darkness, keeping his distance and watching you with keen eyes that spelled nothing but pure malice as you observed him.
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Once, he was left alone by someone who he thought would stay with him forever. 'Humans are so... fickle,' he thinks. And there was no way—absolutely no way—he was going through that a second time. Not when it's you, of all people.
Note: Written for my friend, @bobaryn ! Happy Birthday again, I hope I did Mithryn justice 🥺❤️
i. mimi-chan's problems
Mithra, the second strongest wizard in the world, only second to Oz. A Northerner at the very core, egoistic and relies on brute strength to solve all of his problems without thinking twice about the alternatives. Mithra… the man who now stood in front of Ryn's door, waiting patiently for her to come out. Or maybe that wasn't the case at all—he wasn't a very patient man, after all.
Birthdays, birthdays… How curious. Mithra never striked anyone as the type to celebrate anyone's birthday no matter how close they were; troublesome as they are. One year meant nothing to a wizard, a year can pass by in a blink of an eye but perhaps what makes it different this time is that the one he holds closest to his heart is not a wizard but, in fact, a human.
Humans barely reached a hundred years. And even then, they would be too old to the point that Mithra thinks that they're just walking corpses. It didn't matter much to him before, there was no reason for him to think about the lives of humans when he was too busy trying to kill Oz. But to think that something as trivial as this would scare him—Owen and Bradley would laugh at him to no end.
Humans barely reached a hundred. Humans. Ryn. Ryn, his love, was a human. Was she to turn into a walking corpse one day as well? Humans were much more fragile. One small push and there was the tiniest bit of chance that they would fall to their doom and die.
'Fickle… How so very fickle,' Mithra thought. As much as he didn't like to admit it, the thought scared him. If it was possible, he didn't want to celebrate her birthday at all because all it did was remind him that she was aging and her lifespan is reduced by a year yet again. She can't leave him, he wouldn't let her even if she wanted to.
Although it's very difficult, there was a way for wizards to make a concoction to prolong a human's life. Mithra would travel to every nook and cranny of the world just to find the ingredients, it was a small price to pay for her unchanging affection that would preferably last a thousand years. Even though these were his current thoughts, he quickly got reminded that Ryn did not like it whenever he talked about this kind of thing during her birthday.
It felt too depressing for a supposedly happy occasion like a birthday. Mithra could only let out a sigh and threw his head back, crossing his arms as he tried to think of various ways to bring the topic up without accidentally dampening the mood.
… Wait. Why is he thinking so much? Sometimes even Mithra himself gets baffled whenever he realizes just how much he cares about the Sage. It felt unbelievable to some degree and at times, he wanted to get rid of her and his feelings but thankfully the more sane side of him won that internal debate. Love. What a despicable thing. Mithra wanted to throw it outside the window.
Feelings were a hindrance. They do nothing but make him feel vulnerable and weak. They become weaknesses—
"Mimi-chan, I'm sorry for making you wait!"
—and give him something to protect.
And there was his precious gem right in front of him, standing tall and proud. Beautiful as ever as it shined brightly with that smile of hers. Mithra stared at her blankly.
"Is that a new outfit?"
"Yeah! I thought that I should change my outfit a bit since it's my birthday after all." Ryn replied enthusiastically. Mithra smiled gently.
"It suits you."
ii. mimi-chan's hometown
"Was there a particular reason why you chose to come here of all places during your birthday?" Ryn would've froze to death had it not been for the fact that she was sticking to Mithra like glue with magic to keep her warm. No sounds could be heard as white stretches as far as the eye can reach; the North always felt so frightening.
But even frightening things have their own charms no matter how they look to people. The deathly white felt ethereal to some extent, like an untouchable beauty that can kill you within seconds. Seeing the world through rose-tinted glasses has its perks.
"Because it's where you grew up. Last time we went here, we couldn't go to the land of the dead, right? I thought that maybe I can use this opportunity to go there with you today. Do you not want to?"
"... No, I'd be happy to." Mithra's eyes widened. "But are you sure this is how you want to spend your birthday…?"
"I want to know more about you, what better way than to go to where you grew up? Plus, you seemed really happy when I told you I wanted to visit last time…"
Mithra smiles. Why is it that she focuses on him during her birthday of all days? It wasn't as if he minded it though, he was glad to have the opportunity to show her around. He let out a satisfied sigh as he grabbed her hand and started to walk across the surface of the lake.
"Alright. I'll have you know everything about me."
"W-Wait, Mimi-chan!" She couldn't slow him down. Not when he was absolutely ecstatic to show her the land of the dead. Her embarrassed face was left unnoticed by him.
iii. mimi-chan's promise
Perhaps the real challenge for Mithra was the fact that he still couldn't find the perfect time to tell her about that concoction even as they continued to wander around the North Country. There wasn't much to fear when the second strongest wizard is by your side but maybe he was the one with fears this time around. His hand wrapped around hers… it felt so small and fragile as if she could break any moment.
The scenery of her smiling happily amidst the snow, it was something he hoped he would never forget knowing that poor memory of his. If she were to leave this world one day, would he forget her name as well? It disturbed him. Why was he so disturbed? Love? Was love supposed to instill this much fear in him?
"Mimi-chan, I think it's time to leave—" Before she could finish her statement, Mithra grabbed her wrist.
"Don't leave." Ryn stared at him, baffled. Without another word, she wrapped her arms around his torso and buried her face into his chest.
"I'm not going anywhere." She reassured him.
"... Can you promise me that?"
"As long as you promise me something too. Promise me that you'll stay with me for a thousand years to come."
Mithra paused. A gentle smile taking over his lips.
"I promise."
He had another weakness yet again. Though, this time, it didn't feel bad. It was a small price to pay for an eternity with her, after all.
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Epel's hand immediately flew up to touch his hair, unconsciously taking a strand and twirling it around his finger as he replied, "My hair? W-Well, go ahead!"
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How about a scenario (or oneshot, whichever this fits more) of Lilia with a fem s/o who stole his jacket. And it when he tries to get it back it leads to this cute and adorable cuddle/tickle fight between the two?
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You sinked further on the couch, snuggling into a coat that couldn’t possibly be yours, what with the way it fell on the floor, large enough to be considered a blanket. With a content sigh, you buried your nose in the soft fabric, the scent of something akin to home, yet also so far off in the past flooding your senses.
It’s enough to lull you to sleep, the warmth enveloping you so comforting and so familiar your eyes start to close.
The soft caress of summer breeze, a mother’s lullaby, the—
“Oya?” your eyes snap open with a yelp, almost falling to the floor and tearing a part of the coat. Looking up, your eyes meet Lilia’s twinkling red ones, huffing as a faint blush dusts your cheeks.
“Don’t scare me like that,” you pout, stretching slightly and—ah, the coat.
Lilia’s coat, to be more precise.
“Gah!” you jerk, grip slipping and turning around so quickly you would have really fallen if not for the quick arms that supported you, helping you sit upright. Your cheeks burned a brighter red, refusing to look at him head on even as he angled you to face him.
“What are you doing here?” you murmur, voice almost cracking even at the low volume with how embarrassed you were.
“This is the Diasomnia lounge, my dear,” Lilia answers fairly easily, amusement spreading his smile as you groan and bury your face in your hands. “Now if I may ask, what are you doing with my coat?”
You tense for a short moment, before slowly lifting your head to reveal a playful shine in your eyes, smiling to yourself as you jumped away from the couch. Lilia inhaled a sharp breath. Really, that shouldn’t have affected him as much as it did.
“I stole it,” slipping on the coat in question, you laughed even as you almost tripped. With your disheveled hair and the coat so big on you the sleeves went past your fingers, you looked way younger than you actually were.
Like a child, Lilia mused. But he knew you were anything but. Finding you adorable, if nothing else.
“It’s quite cold without my coat,” he says, and you narrow your eyes, moving further away with a tongue sticking out.
“Then get a new one, old man,” almost as if out of spite, you hug the coat closer to you. With how warm and comfortable the fabric is, you barely noticed Lilia creeping closer towards you.
“Ack! Go away!” you laugh, ducking from his outstretched hands.
“But my dear,” Lilia pouts, and by now the both of you were running around the lounge, careful not to break anything, especially so with you, the coat pooling beneath your feet. “Wouldn’t you prefer my arms wrapped around you?”
“No!” you shriek, hastily holding onto Lilia’s neck as he gets close and lifts you up. You don’t try to struggle, only clinging onto him tighter. Not out of fear, but because it’s Lilia who’s holding you, and you close your eyes.
He walks back over to the couch, humming so softly the melody reaches your ears only. He chuckles when you bury your face in his chest, gaze not once leaving you. Your features turning peaceful with the beckoning of slumber, breathing even, a steady cycle of inhales and exhales.
Proof that you were alive.
Lilia closed his eyes, and rested his head against yours.
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contains: lots of swearing, self loathing, malleus diss track (full version coming soon)
