He walked to the two of them and unbuttoned their shirts. Arlo’s eyes shone and his left hand turned into a claw and he placed it inside the box. He started chanting words in a foreign language as he moved the claw to Emil’s chest and cut a line right over the scar of his heart. Emil flinched and tried to pull back, but the gentle squeeze from Flynn stalled them.
Light erupted from the cut as Arlo pulled that light into a line, like it was blood. He drove the line into the box and then repeated the process to Flynn’s chest, who also flinched when he felt the cut. Warmth and electricity filled them both and they gasped. Arlo pulled on the two golden lines, as if he was sewing them together, until he closed the box, the two lines connecting Emil’s to Flynn’s chest, pulsing with the quick pace of their heart.
Arlo: Mah’Vala. Repeat and hold both your hands… Then, when you feel both your heart beats, kiss to seal the Arys.
Emil’s worried glance fell on Flynn.
Emil: Mah’Vala.
Flynn: Mah’Vala.
And as Arlo had said, they felt the heartbeat flow to the two of them in unison, beating in their head. And Emil kissed Flynn. The line burst, leaving particles of gold in the air. The golden cut on their chest healing, leaving a golden burst of light where the cut was, a star-shaped shiny scar.
Flynn and Emil remained silent, as the awareness of each other befell them. They could feel one another, intimately, inside their very chest. Arlo stepped back, putting the box away, his eyes and hand turning to normal, as forlorn eyes fell over the box.
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