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

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[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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[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.]

[imsorey]

[giving his hand a squeeze and scooting closer, trying and failing to keep a goofy smile off his face]

Give me a little more credit than that. I already have one half thought up!

[oneandmikleonly]

[they're pressed up together, Mikleo's shoulder and side warm against Sorey's, stroking a thumb over the back of his hand]

Oh no. That is impressively fast. Dare I ask?

[imsorey]

[Mikleo being close and warm is distracting in a way that close never was before, but, well, when will he get another chance to embarrass Mikleo with cheesy romance? so he clears his throat and tries to remember the lines he may or may not have been practicing]

The shine on your hair takes precedence in the sun
Your shine could take me anywhere, second to none
It feels right to be up this close as we grew
It feels right to notice all the shiny things about you
About you there is nothing I wouldn’t want to know
With you by my side we can go with the flow
White roses spread through your name
like the smell of spring and cool clear rain

Or wait, was it the other line first...Well, it's still a work in progress, like I said.

[oneandmikleonly]

[pillows his head on Sorey's shoulder to obscure Sorey's view of his face a bit, completely red]

...yeah, you still need to work on your meter.

[despite the MILDLY UNFAVORABLE REVIEW, he sounds a lot more flattered than appalled

(still a little appalled, though)]

[imsorey]

[leaning over so that his cheek is resting on Mikleo's head, far too pleased with himself despite the review]

Tough crowd! It'll sound better when it's finished, don't worry.

[oneandmikleonly]

I'm sure I'll appreciate it.

[he can't quite muster his usual level of snark; he's too happy, sitting here with Sorey's hand and head on his, the weight of secrecy (...very badly-maintained secrecy, apparently) off their shoulders. his face might be stuck in a smile now??? it's a problem.]

So...what now?

[imsorey]

Now? --Oh!

[shifting a little and digging a sprig of mistletoe out of his pocket, holding it over their heads and looking pleased with himself. he's got this.

he is not going to explain why he was carrying around the mistletoe in his pocket though.]

[oneandmikleonly]

Just how long have you been carrying that around!?

[IS EVERYONE JUST AHEAD OF HIM IN THE FIELD OF KNOWING WHAT TO DO ABOUT ROMANCE, FOREVER]

[imsorey]

That's not important!

[oneandmikleonly]

It's very important!

[reaches up to try to snag it and have a look]

[imsorey]

No it's not! I don't think you're supposed to argue about why there's mistletoe, it ruins the tradition.

[letting him take it; it looks a little smushed so it hasn't been there too...long...probably...]

[oneandmikleonly]

[...sighs after a moment and tosses the mistletoe towards the observatory ceiling in a bubble of water; it freezes above their heads. the corner of his mouth is twitching despite his best efforts]

We argue about most traditions a little; did you think mistletoe was going to be an exception?

[imsorey]

I was hoping it would be?

[stopping his exaggerated sighing when Mikleo throws the mistletoe up though. he can't keep the fondness out of his voice despite his best efforts to sound put-upon]