「mikleo was beautiful as always, just like the last time he’d seen him. the scales that sparkled in the sunlight, the delicate horns. he would’ve never thought that he would end up liking the sight of a dragon, but this was mikleo, and no matter what form he took, sorey would always find him beautiful. how the seraph hadn’t been able to see how strong and admirable he himself was, was beyond him.
he didn’t felt any fear as he approached the dragon, despite being alone and defenseless; he’d left the others behind as soon as he’d ended everything, not able to look back at their faces. he wouldn’t have been able to bear the look of disappointment and betrayal. they were following for sure and probably knew where he’d wanted to go. they had to hurry. it was enough if he became like this, the last thing he wanted was for his friends to fall victim to malevolence as well.」
“ i’m back, mikleo. everything will be just fine. ”
「maybe it was the knowledge of what he was now-- a being bearing malevolence just like mikleo-- that made him stand so confidently in front of him, eyes staring into that striking purple of his friend while he extended a hand, hoping for a sign of recognition or understanding. he wasn’t really sure how all of this worked now, if he could command him in case the other wanted to attack. sorey hoped it wouldn’t come to this though.」