pulse, and other, open mingle (12-7 to whenever)

[ex_resound725]

[Wowee! We get hit with a pulse on the seventh! Isn't that fun! Also, a ship crashed, and baby it's cold inside. Some prompts.

A: Pulse: A pulse hit the planet! Life support went out, and that super sucks, but it will only last for an hour. Maybe more sucky: some or all of your powers may or may not have died! That's awkward. Are you disappointed you can't walk through walls now? Has nothing changed for you? Are you now a dead girl because you made a deal some aliens? Are you a sword? Have fun kids, and try not to hold a Class Trial.

B: Salvage: That sure was a ship that went down! URSULA identified it as the Narcissus which is apparently a human military ship so obviously this will be safe and no one is going to come across any type of trouble salvaging the ship. Maybe someone should text Naoko to tell her what's going on. Everything is fine.

C: Blanket-sharing meme: You know what you're here for.

D: ETC: Roxy is putting up mistletoe, there are flowers, people keep building stupid things. Do whatever!]


[ooc: OOC post here??]

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d for sorey; later in the month

[oneandmikleonly]

[at some point, someone explains mistletoe to Sorey, and Sorey brings it up to Mikleo in a casual 'ha ha what an interesting tradition' way, and it is, as some people say, the straw that breaks the camel's back and gets him to actually drag Sorey into an empty observatory one afternoon, when Sorey grinningly points out the mistletoe in a doorway.

the thing is, he's thought about this. he shelved it for the past few weeks while they looked for any sign of Rose, but it's not like any of that buildup, any of those feelings, have vanished. and he'll be damned if he gets into a debate about kissing Sorey for fun while they don't have everything straightened out yet.

FINE. HE'S GOING TO DO IT. HE'S GOING TO TELL HIM]

[imsorey]

[Sorey doesn't mind being dragged around, and it's possibly a testament to how often it happens that he doesn't really question it. He is, however, a bit concerned about how frazzled Mikleo looks. maybe joking about the mistletoe was a bad idea. but it seemed harmless enough?]

What, not much for Christmas traditions? I thought it was a cute one.

[oneandmikleonly]

It's not a bad one! Christmas is fine! Just...!

[he should maybe have actually practiced for this at some point

the confession not the mistletoe]

[imsorey]

Oh. Then...what is it?

[oneandmikleonly]

...remember how I said I liked someone? I told you before the Halloween party.

[he doesn't actually think Sorey's forgotten, but he wants to be as unambiguous about this as possible.]

[imsorey]

I remember. Did you talk to them yet?

[there is currently no correlation between that and Christmas but there could be a correlation between that and kissing?? tbd]

[oneandmikleonly]

No--well, yes--well--

[Five Lords, this is not going as planned. why is life not simple ever]

I...may not have quite been telling the truth back then.

[imsorey]

[trying to think of a point in their conversation where Mikloe might have lied and coming up blank.]

It seemed like you were being pretty honest to me. Omitting information isn't what I'd call not telling the truth--you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to.

[oneandmikleonly]

I do want to or I wouldn't have dragged you in here! I just wanted to get a better idea of how you felt about things first...!

[imsorey]

I thought I made how I felt pretty obvious!

Wait, how I felt about what?

[oneandmikleonly]

[going slowly redder and redder]

About dating. Which, yes, you were pretty clear about it in the end, but then we got--distracted by other things...so I hadn't had a chance to tell you yet.

[imsorey]

[Sorey's cheeks flush pink and he glances down at the floor. he's not the most subtle but he's trying to be chill ok.]

Oh. Well. You can tell me now, if you want.

[oneandmikleonly]

I--

[he's totally blanking











fuck]

[imsorey]

[glancing back up when he doesn't say anything else]

Mikleo?

[oneandmikleonly]

[folds his arms and looks aside]

...you'd better say my name before I--

[lose my nerve]

--change my mind.

[imsorey]

[huffing out a small laugh before reaching over and taking both of Mikleo's hands in his]

Luzrov Rulay.

[oneandmikleonly]

[it's a strange tumultuous joining, Mikleo a little more separated from Sorey than usual inside their head at first, trying to sort through his feelings and thoughts even as they flood into Sorey's. he holds nothing back, though, only tries to give it to Sorey in some kind of coherent order so it's not completely overwhelming and confusing...

a memory through a haze of alcohol, Rose leaning towards him and exclaiming 'listen to yourself!'

(and a pang; part of the reason he held back after Sorey sorted his feelings out was not wanting to complicate things while looking for Rose)

'Of course I love him, but I never thought--'

another memory through the same haze, looking at Sorey passed out asleep on him and feeling everything suddenly slide into place, nothing actually changed but the world made anew nonetheless. paradigm shift. to be in a relationship with Sorey? does Sorey want that? does he want that? yes, Mikleo thinks, honest if not entirely analytical when drunk. yes...could we...?

a feeling of caution, later on, of teetering on the edge of something huge; he knows realistically that no matter how much people around them might be expecting a relationship between them, he shouldn't just push Sorey into it, should try to feel it out slowly first. it is a change between them, after all; once they're both aware of it, there's no turning back

(mingled frustration and amazement at "So you're going to the party with me, right?" -- should've seen that coming -- not knowing how to feel about Sorey's thoughts on dating past that, but not discouraged, either)

waking up to the familiarity and security of Sorey's face, most mornings, when he sleeps, Sorey's arm around him, all their usual trust there but a strange sweet heavy feeling under his breastbone as well, something a little shy and achey and wanting, pining: should i tell him today, will we have the chance, can't keep putting this off forever

(embarrassment, that he took so long about it, really)

I love you. I've loved you forever, you know that, but I'm pretty sure i love you romantically too, I've thought about it for months -- could we? If you want, I want to --

(relief, and anticipation of Sorey's answer.)]

[imsorey]

[Sorey can't help but put a hand over his—their mouth, equal parts endeared and embarrassed, spluttering out a hasty I know, I know—I mean—

Little ripples of memory sink in past those words, each leading into the other; a heated debate over dating, unable to figure out why it's such a big deal when it isn't likely to happen; Mikleo's wide-eyed, helpless expression at the suggestion of a friend-date; hands and feet tangling awkwardly as they practice dancing; Mikleo blushing past his pumpkin mask. Smaller instances of bumping shoulders, of leaning in close and suddenly wondering if it's too close when close has never been something to hesitate over before.

Sorey telling himself constantly that he was just imagining it, he's only thinking that because Mikleo has someone he likes and he's curious despite his insistence that Mikleo only say something if he wants to. Every action and reaction suddenly carries a little more weight

(or maybe it always carried weight and he only just began to pay attention to it)

"So, what next?" Sorey offers Mikleo his hand and Mikleo takes it, and after every blush and hesitation he laces their fingers together without pause and Sorey thinks oh, oh, that's it and that little motion solidifies it for him. He can't stop glancing down at their hands for the rest of the night, recognizing that he doesn't want to let go

asking him on a second date and backpedaling when Mikleo panics—

Does that mean you want to go on a second date?]

[oneandmikleonly]

[Yes--

the armatization breaks in the next moment, too many conflicting thoughts and feelings without a single unified purpose to hold on to that form. both of them stagger a little, but fortunately that's what the observatory seats are for. Mikleo has that same stunned, wide-eyed look Sorey just recalled]

Wait. You--you knew I was in love with you?

[imsorey]

[Sorey perches on the edge of a seat and nods]

Just since Halloween, I guess? But you didn't say anything, so I didn't want to jump to conclusions.

You were pretty obvious about it though.

[oneandmikleonly]

[doesn't sit down next to him so much as fall into the seat, covering his mouth with one hand]

That was months ago! Sorey--

[and he's just. he's just laughing, helplessly, muffled]

...th-thanks.

[imsorey]

We've been busy! We're always busy. I knew you weren't going anywhere.

[Leaning against Mikleo but turning his head away, trying to contain the flush on his cheeks]

Thank you too. I wasn't sure how to...bring it up. Besides the mistletoe.

[oneandmikleonly]

[laughing a little harder before he gets himself under control, leaning his weight into Sorey's shoulder as well, wiping at the corners of his eyes]

Does that mean, if I hadn't dragged you in here...were you going to confess to me instead?

[they're a travesty]

[imsorey]

I was kind of considering it. I thought you might hit me if I tried to write you a poem though.

[poetry is romantic and obviously the only possible way a confession could have happened]

[oneandmikleonly]

Yeah, on second thought, maybe this way was for the best. Especially if you were going to try and compose one on the spot in the doorway.

[...takes Sorey's hand, though, folding their fingers together. it's warm.]