Writing/kiss ask meme: sormik, #9?
(For this ask meme)
Seven hundred years existed as a short time frame for some seraphim, but for one water seraph who was seven hundred and eighteen years old, it felt like the life time that it was. The weight of those centuries came from loneliness; a time of learning to live without the one person who had been a constant for his first 18 years.
“Mikleo, you okay?” the sudden voice was jarring, but that only showed in how Mikleo gripped his elbow. His eyes still locked to the bustling crowds of Ladylake’s streets.
“Yeah. Just getting caught up in my own thoughts.” When the sun had started to set Mikleo didn’t know, but that orange light creating an almost halo glow around Sorey was a sight strong enough to bring a negative spiraling mind to a halt.
Only when he realized Sorey was now mere inches from him would his mind come back. His heart beat in his ears, surely his body was trembling from each beat.
“Mik...I’ve wanted to...do this for a while...” Sorey bit his lip, eyes dropping slightly below eye level.
There was no denying that Mikleo had missed the feeling, nor denying how much he’d craved it since Sorey had woken up.
“At least this time it won’t look like you’re kissing air.” the retort was mostly to calm his own nerves enough so that he wouldn’t evaporate at the action.
Soft smiles reminiscent of days long past were exchanged before both leaned in until their lips just barely touched.














