ooo Jay you are activating the zestiria sleeper agent in my brain, I wanna hear about ALL the zesty ones 👀 but if you need a more specific answer, "Sorey is trying his best!!" immediately captured my heart, as well as the true name one ("look at these BABIES" 😂)
hehehe I'm always waiting for the opportunity to reawaken zesty feelings >:3
"Sorey is trying his best!!" is actually a request that's been sitting in my inbox for wayyy too long from @suzaku (hiii I didn't forget!!!) from some point when I asked for fic prompts:
i still adore this idea and the work is definitely in progress!! technically!!!!! anyway here's a snippet
Instead of simply waiting and feeling what he could feel, he figured he should just, well, pretend he was the wind. He pulled that image into his head, of light summer breezes and blustering gales, of flying through the air and whipping past leaves, of ruffling those perfectly fluffy bangs that sometimes obscured parts of Mikleo’s gentle-sharp lilac eyes. For a moment, it almost felt as if he’d brushed them aside with his own fingers.
Rough-soft leather against his outstretched palm startled him—again—out of the swirl of his thoughts. When he opened his eyes, he was met with a grinning, if very windswept Mikleo holding his hand.
“I said feel the wind, Sorey.” Mikleo’s lips thinned and pursed, a habit he had when he was trying not to laugh, “Not start a windstorm.”
Sorey couldn’t hold back his ecstatic expression. “What if I like starting windstorms, huh? What will you do then?”
As for "True name learning oh boy here we fucking gooooo look at these BABIES", I do think it's fairly self-explanatory sjxkd but I wanted to do a take on how Sorey might've learned Mikleo's true name ✨✨ I believe my plan was for it to happen when they were kids, but I hadn't actually gotten to the true name reveal last time I touched this wip... Anyway, snippet time
“Not telling.” Mikleo stuck his tongue out.
“Mean.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am no—”
Sorey tackled Mikleo off the log, slamming them into the ground and driving the breath from the seraph’s lungs as he was pinned down by his shoulders.
“Sorey! Ow!” Mikleo hissed, kicking up and pushing in an attempt to dislodge his friend. He managed it, flipping them around so Sorey was the one getting leaves and dirt in his hair. “You jerk!”
“You’re the jerk.” Sorey stuck his tongue out this time, and Mikleo quickly snatched a handful of leaflitter and shoved it in his face. “Agh! Mikreoo.” Sorey grumbled through his mouthful of vegetation and dirt, turning his face to the side and spitting to get it and the taste out.
seriously!! look at these babies!!! they're so silly <3
can't wait to write more shenanigans with them,, and many feelings
