❝ That’s because you are my human, ❞ meaning he also takes personal responsibilities for the Shepherd’s weaknesses. In a manner he’s more involved than even the Prime Lord; he’s hastened to protect those that he deems important and the Seraph must be as immobile as a stone pillar. Sometimes, it is his human that has to be the ‘ voice ’ to ease his cautious nature. ❝ –Quite a gullible human. But a suitable one, ❞ he sometimes cannot shake Edna’s critique about such an egotistic species.
But his human companion isn’t like the licentious crowds; those like Alisha and Rose are also beacon examples that humankind is not limited to a bad omen. Seraphim must inevitably learn to trust those that earn their love; those that are willing to strive for their blessings to the fertile lands and variant magicks. His optics blink once more as the digits twine in his embroidered cotton cloth. He can almost sense the tightness in the seams as those clad hands weave across him and blanch with the tension in the swordsman’s insistent vice.
The Shepherd tries to keep his mask in pristine condition without a smudge or crack; but such selfless behavior has started to concern him. He has nightmares that these arrogant people will continue to drain his best friend ( bleed him completely dry– unforgivable ) until there is naught left of the original man that once stood at his side. Spiritually, mentally, and physically– the Seraph has been so distraught ( and near inconsolable ) at the Lord of Calamity’s introduction. To not be seen, nor heard– that is a fate so much worse than an cataclysmic death.
The aqueous elemental pivots in the brunet’s lap to ensnare him in an embrace.
These unfair burdens shall be his to hold, as well.
But the comment does catch such a poised Seraph a little off-guard. His head pulls backwards as the alabaster tresses bounce a little with his sudden movements. Pale skin contrasts the more muscular male; lids blinking in sequence as their breaths continue to synchronize. ❝ –Who’s Mikleo would I choose to be otherwise–? ❞ Pastel pink starts to dust across his svelte cheekbones. Such an idiot; makes his closest companion admit such a sincere notion.
Sorey’s lips curled into a faint smile at the critique Mikleo has quite elegantly woven into his sentence, a change the Seraph could surely feel against his skin. There was nothing but truth to his words, and he’d known it for a good while now. Little was left of the utter naivete of the Shepherd, though, after having traversed the world back and forth, combing every inch of it in search for his answers and for a way to save their tainted world.
Somehow, the other male seemed to read the intents behind his movements better than the Shepherd himself; what he chose to say was exactly what he needed to hear, and the human berated himself internally for even being surprised at it. They’ve lived together their whole lives... Wouldn’t he be able to act the same towards the other, come the need? He firmly believed he could, but what mattered more was whether Mikleo did.
The words resonated in the air around them for seemingly hours, and with each passing moment the Shepherd was sinking into the Seraph more and more, as if testing just how certain he could be that the other was, in fact, there. The memories that he also shared, those from the Glaivend Basin, would always be much too fresh and vivid in his mind; the utter panic and helplessness were something he couldn’t find the words to explain or describe, and he near immediately felt his stomach churn at the prospect of having to.
And, just then, as if he timed it, Mikleo shifted in his lap and wrapped his arms around him, holding him tightly, much like Sorey did with him just moments ago. He could now feel his heart beating against his chest, his fingers on his back as he slowly reciprocated the embrace, almost afraid that he was going to fracture the other’s ribs if he continued to allow his grip to remain so firm.
“--I’m here, too.” was all he managed, before the Seraph pulled away just a touch, barely any space between them as it was, his cheeks bearing the faintest trace of warmth as he spoke. And he could feel his face warming up all the same, a smile finally softening his features just moments before he moves in closer again, one hand moving to brush away the snowy hair from the other’s forehead to make room for him to press a chaste kiss against the ornate gem, usually hidden from others’ eyes.
“Y’know... I’m just glad I don’t have to wonder about that.” he whispered into his hair, gloved hand now at the nape of the Seraph’s neck.
“Because we’re both here.”
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