[Mikleo knew he was about so he doesn't startle. Instead he turns from where he was kneeling and greets Eren with a bright smile, something that brings more color to his lavender eyes.]
Hey.
[He sets the bundle down so he can run both hands through Eren's hair, tracing from neck to ears and then up his horns to the tips. Mikleo happily presses their foreheads together and snuggles into it, pleased.]
I never filled it in. I thought you'd be mad if I touched it.
Are you doing okay? You're not too cold still, are you?
[ a smile in turn when he’s all but teased with contact, like letting off sweeps of buildup enough to make his shoulders ease. the smallest twitches happen from his ears, mostly following along the muscle of his brows when they lift, his head dipping forward to leave his horns following up with the swift brush of fingers on them.
there’s his press, release that keeps tension at bay. it’s there that he knows that bonds were true, he needed one, and he’s glad he has this one. mikleo doesn’t go untouched either. his head still knocked into the seraph’s, eren’s ink-dipped fingers fluff the back of his bonded’s hair. ]
I’m managing. [ he lifts his free arm, which supplies him with a baby wingspan—he’s got spines there too, a larger one coming in from the elbow and irritating his human skin to no end. the scales skin seems to welcome it. ] We’re getting summer back just in time.
[Mikleo's eyes flutter shut. What had been a happy little giggle reserved just for Eren fades into a humming sigh as he feels lovely fingers in his hair. He feels all the happy, warm emotions swirl around them and release, as easy as a heartbeat, holding fast and then letting go.
He pulls back so he can look at Eren's arms. He hums again, thoughtful this time, as he takes in the sight of the spines. He'll even reach out to inspect them with gentle fingertips, careful not to irritate them.]
Looks like we need to figure out how to get you some cover before the cold comes for real. [He sucks on his bottom lip for a moment.] Maybe Elliot has a few ideas. He's been branching out more than I have... I can sew a little, but I'll need to ask for help.
[ they’re sensitive around the base of the points, the one spike that looks more like an extra digit at the end of his hand curling back and sifting membrane together in flaps, before he tries to stretch it out even more. there’s the wing span— and a display of rib muscles that hadn’t been there before. an extra layer covers his side to his back, right where his lungs need an extra boost when it came to using his breath. ]
I mentioned it with him, too. [ eren’s doing his own searching around. enchanted items, charms, things that last longer than an hour and provide the heat he needs to move around. ] I don’t want to be useless the second the temperature drops.
[ that . . . would be bad. but now, after a moment, eren looks down at the package being guarded, shrugging off the bag he carries over his shoulders and bringing it to his lap. ]
. . . This’ll help with higher temperatures. And blows.
[ he’s excited to give it to him, there’s no lie there, and he just. takes it upon himself to go first. a folded package, at least the best it can be folded, is taken out and handed to him. despite going a little quite, eren’s energy bounces underneath, enthusiastic at best. undoing the leather wrappings and fabric keeping it together reveals sturdiness underneath. armor.
take a closer look, and the protective padding isn’t metal— it’s charcoal black, with the occasional orange and scarlet poking through the smokey shades. through sight alone it might be easy to see, but touch confirms it completely. especially for fingers that stroke eren’s scales so much. ]
[Mikleo admires them quietly, curiously, not disgusted or afraid but intrigued and appreciative. He thinks Eren is beautiful no matter what transformations he goes under. It only gets unbearable when he starts losing fingernails and things like that-- and mostly, really, because his Bonded is in pain.]
You won't be useless. I'll keep the house warm. [He pauses.] But you don't want to be stuck in there forever, so we need a plan.
[He blinks as Eren reaches for the package. Mikleo watches as he unwraps it, and then his eyes get bigger and bigger and bigger. Armor...? This can't be for him, can it? The craftsmanship is exquisite, obviously handmade with care (and a touch familiar), but what stuns him is the material. Mikleo runs his fingertips over it just to see...
Yes, those really are his scales.]
Eren... You... had this made? For me?
[He breathes out shakily. Wow. His gift is almost paltry in comparison. Before he even looks at the armor in its entirety, he beams up at the brunet, and leans forward to kiss his cheek.]
Thank you. This is... beautiful, and incredibly thoughtful. [He means that.] I'm not resistant to fire anymore, and-- well, you know. So it's perfect.
[ growing pains are like headaches, at least. doable. once you have enough of them, it’d be like the wolf turnskin back at the coven had once said: full background noise. you’ll grow used to it if you allow it.
they’ll have to think of heat charms, enchantments— but that could definitely come later. he can talk about it with elliot and exchange notes. eren can test them. it’s no big deal and eren trusts that they’ll help him (he’ll, of course, do his own pet and look for things to buy).
he,,, got a kiss :’) you can just see how much he lights up about it, even if he isn’t grinning wide. holding his hands out to take the armor, he turns his seating towards mikleo. ]
[Eren is far too good to him. Mikleo is pleased at Eren's expression, too; it's rare for him to look so sunny and it feels like his own heart lifts in response. There's no one around, so it's not like trying on armor is a big deal, but he still flushes a bit.]
Y-- yeah, sure!
[At least he's wearing a shorter tunic today, and not his usual blue and gold thing with the 'wings' on the back. He carefully slips the armor on. It's not nearly as heavy as he thought it'd be, but he's distracted from doing up the closures by stroking the scales.
These feel different when they're on Eren.]
I think it goes like this...?
[He blushes a bit.]
... It-- it's like you're hugging me, [he murmurs.] And with the leather, it's... [kind of intoxicating, actually-- nostalgic.]
[ but eren doesn’t hold back the flash of his teeth any longer at the words. like you’re hugging me. mikleo’s bonded helps all the while in adjusting straps and slipping the leather over his shoulders, mindful and gentle with the twists and the slips— thankfully, his fingers aren’t terribly constrained by his arm wings as he once dreamed.
if he’s a little red around the scales, it’s not for little. it not only looked nice but it felt nice for him. ]
[Mikleo could almost get lost in that grin, and there's a certain way his lashes flutter when he notices it. Oh... he's cute. Mikleo knows he's in trouble but that's never stopped him, really.
Caring for humans is a calculated risk he will take every single time.]
It's perfect.
[He smiles so soft his eyes crinkle at the edges. Eren's words remind him of his own present, however.]
Ah-- right. I feel like my gift pales in comparison to this... Maybe I should have gone first.
[Still. He unwraps it for Eren because it's a delicate thing that he doesn't want to get caught in his claws. From the wrapping, Mikleo lifts a silver chain with a matching pendant on it. It seems plain until Mikleo presses the snap and opens it up, and then there is an inscription that... looks nothing like Common. It's squarish glyphs that look like they ought to be in a temple, with intricate curls and flourishes Eren can feel if he runs his thumb over them.
Mikleo looks... extremely nervous all of a sudden, lavender eyes downward. Mikleo gifts are practical. This is not.]
This one needs some explanation... What you see written here, that's ancient Avarostian-- the language of the seraphim on my world.
A seraph's true name is in this language; it's something that comes to us and resonates with our soul when our powers manifest. Essentially, it is our soul, because it holds great power over us. To offer someone your true name as a seraph is to lay your soul bare-- closer than a pact, more like trading pieces of your soul.
Sometimes humans are given true names when they become seraphim, too. Former Shepherds, and the Squires who help them. It's all part of pact magic and-- that's not important. [He closes Eren's hand over the pendant.] I'm giving you a true name because I want you to live on for ages to come. I want you to live on in the air and the trees and every bit of dew on morning leaves, and maybe-- maybe once this is all over, you'll find your way back to me, and you can live a new life as a seraph like they did.
[ eren's brows twist as his features do between the smile, as if to say seriously? stop thinking that sort of thing. there was no such thing as a best or worst gift— there were only gifts, and the thought, intention behind it. that was the biggest prize in giving and receiving.
so, eren doesn't interrupt him, instead shuffling closer and dipping his head down to get a front seat look at the unwrapping (tongue flicking happens, his whole body is curious). he can taste the touch of iron somewhere and—
carefully, eren cups his hand underneath the seraph's while listening to a story he very well needed to hear to make sense of something he has a feeling is . . . profound. nervousness doesn't go unnoticed, causing the dragon to inhale and feel as if— there's some sort of whirl in his chest wanting to pop. it is not caused by little. mikleo speaks of a name that is true, an exchange that feels raw and he doesn't realize his breathing hitches up. it stops for a second.
all of this was more important than he could— well, he thinks he comprehends, but there's still a part of him that knows it's even deeper than he thinks. eren is at a loss at words, a blip passing through him that for a moment, seems to feel nothing when it's only preparing for the storm to come. every emotion he has for this is fighting for dominance and neither of them sit on the throne, leaving his toothy mouth agape and his eyes wide. even his heart beats in his ears and not his chest.
live on. find me. ]
Mik—?
[ that's all he can manage, but that's not what he wants to say. there's still more, and the pad of his finger, gently, so gently, presses onto the characters meant for him. ]
[Mikleo can feel that too. The tension before a storm, the static on the back of his neck, the air clinging to his cheeks. This isn't the kind of weather he'd see from his grandfather but something else entirely. Words unspoken, dreams carefully wrapped and placed aside.
He draws Eren's fingertips over each glyph in turn, not missing a beat despite his half protest.]
Vu... qu... is... Ha... vu.
[Mikleo pauses. His heart thunders in his chest, the storm unsaid. He lifts Eren's fingertips to his mouth to kiss them, and he smiles against them before saying:]
It means, "Eren is free." No matter what happens, that is your fundamental truth. Those are the words I see inscribed on your soul, and I've come to believe in them like I believe in you.
[ vuquis havu. it’s a language he doesn’t understand, doesn’t click the vowels as they come and is left with blanks soon to be filled. a filling, in fact, that makes his core shudder so, that makes his heart swell and want to pop out of his head with all the might it had. the meaning resonates. it’s not only strong, but it’s true.
the one other person who has told him something similar was his mother, he thinks. as a newborn, he had to hear the fact from someone else. you’re free, eren. no matter how free he wasn’t, no matter how many fates he had— the reason why he fought was this. the reason why he always kept going was this. he was born. he deserves to be free, humanity deserves it, and he’ll never get there if he conforms with the fact that he isn’t. that he had to do this and that because he had no choice. because his new friends have choices, and he doesn’t have the same ones.
only a fool would truly rebound on the reason that they had no choice. they all had choices. either you do them or you don’t. that was eren’s reality, that was his will, and only a grain-brained idiot with self pity would wallow in what they didn’t have.
that is why the world was cruel, and that was why it was so beautiful. they’re given reasons to live, and eren knows his.
if eren were at a loss of words before, not even a croak pushes past the tightness in his throat as he swallows dry now, as he tries to slowly wet his lips before his eyes fall to the jewel. carefully, he dips his head to pull it to his neck, cautious of his horns until he can look down at the trinket being weighed in his palm. the reason why he isn’t looking up might be clear after a few blinks too fast, and an inhale that sounds too shaky.
he isn’t saddened. he’s more than moved and only now are his emotions catching up with his perception. if mikleo had any idea what this all means to him— he’d probably take his comment back. ]
Pale in comparison, huh. [ he’s trying to say something lighthearted, a quirk of his lips that pull into a brief smile only to be pressed tightly together once he feels the strain in his features and the burn behind his nose. a wet stream pulls down his cheek, silent and still, and all eren could feel was thanks. all he could feel was purpose. all he could feel was love. ] I’ll always, [ with the jewel around his neck, he holds it hidden into his palm, with a first to protect it ] make this true.
[Mikleo is a little concerned when Eren doesn't look up, but then he realizes it's because he's dealing with what might be tears. Mikleo strokes over his cheeks with cool fingertips, and when the wetness begins he gently and dutifully kisses them away. He covers every inch of Eren's face in tiny fluttery kisses, even his scales, and rests their foreheads together after.
Mikleo is happy. Happier than he's been in a long time, actually.]
I know you will.
[He opens his eyes. There's absolute faith in his lavender ones, the unshakable foundation of his support. His love. Mikleo's core has always consisted of love-- it made him into a seraph, and it is written in his name, and the very fabric of his soul. He has always lived for others.]
All I did was put it into fancy words. That necklace is a reminder that you are free, that you... touched the lives of so many others, even ones from other worlds. That you are loved.
[ there is a very small part of him that wonders if these words would stay if truth were to ever surface, for some . . . some reason. eren had a good heart, but he was willing to . . . be far more stone cold to get things done. to stay on top. to reach for that very freedom he knows will be there and what he seems to stand for. everything he had to do to be free and allow others the same freedom, would he still be loved for that?
it didn’t matter, but eren wasn’t inhuman enough to avoid the thought every now and then. ]
I won’t. [ every kiss, every single one— he inhales shakily, ] I, [ before he’s the one sweeping mikleo’s face into his hands, and pressing wet lips from a stray tear to his. didn’t matter if it was salty and it didn’t matter if the chain was tangled in his fingers and waving beneath his palm.
[Mikleo makes a soft noise as he's kissed so suddenly, but he relaxes afterward, and gently lays cool fingertips over Eren's cheeks. Tears or not, he doesn't matter. Eren is Eren, and they're both so alike at times that words aren't needed. Words are... clumsy, occasionally, even for someone like Mikleo, who has always had a way with the written one.
The kiss is sweet and it lingers on Mikleo's lips even after he pulls away to breathe. He's never minded a little salt-- though he does wipe away any remaining tears from Eren's face.]
I never had any doubt.
[His eyes crinkle at the edges.]
Now... since I gave you your name, I suppose I should share mine. It's only fair, right? We've been partners for long enough that I know I can trust you with it. [He pauses, looking uncharacteristically shy for a moment, his eyes falling to the necklace in Eren's hand.] I've never been afraid to give you everything. I know you'll keep me and my name safe.
[It isn't betraying Sorey or anything gross like that. They're partners here.
Mikleo cards his fingertips over Eren's horns, then through the roots of his hair, and finally to the adorable ears, where he stops to whisper his name.]
Luzrov Rulay. It means Mikleo the Enforcer. From the beginning, my truth has always been to see things through. And I can promise you right now, that'll happen even if we're separated.
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Hey.
[He sets the bundle down so he can run both hands through Eren's hair, tracing from neck to ears and then up his horns to the tips. Mikleo happily presses their foreheads together and snuggles into it, pleased.]
I never filled it in. I thought you'd be mad if I touched it.
Are you doing okay? You're not too cold still, are you?
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there’s his press, release that keeps tension at bay. it’s there that he knows that bonds were true, he needed one, and he’s glad he has this one. mikleo doesn’t go untouched either. his head still knocked into the seraph’s, eren’s ink-dipped fingers fluff the back of his bonded’s hair. ]
I’m managing. [ he lifts his free arm, which supplies him with a baby wingspan—he’s got spines there too, a larger one coming in from the elbow and irritating his human skin to no end. the scales skin seems to welcome it. ] We’re getting summer back just in time.
[ for shirts to cease ]
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He pulls back so he can look at Eren's arms. He hums again, thoughtful this time, as he takes in the sight of the spines. He'll even reach out to inspect them with gentle fingertips, careful not to irritate them.]
Looks like we need to figure out how to get you some cover before the cold comes for real. [He sucks on his bottom lip for a moment.] Maybe Elliot has a few ideas. He's been branching out more than I have... I can sew a little, but I'll need to ask for help.
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I mentioned it with him, too. [ eren’s doing his own searching around. enchanted items, charms, things that last longer than an hour and provide the heat he needs to move around. ] I don’t want to be useless the second the temperature drops.
[ that . . . would be bad. but now, after a moment, eren looks down at the package being guarded, shrugging off the bag he carries over his shoulders and bringing it to his lap. ]
. . . This’ll help with higher temperatures. And blows.
[ he’s excited to give it to him, there’s no lie there, and he just. takes it upon himself to go first. a folded package, at least the best it can be folded, is taken out and handed to him. despite going a little quite, eren’s energy bounces underneath, enthusiastic at best. undoing the leather wrappings and fabric keeping it together reveals sturdiness underneath. armor.
take a closer look, and the protective padding isn’t metal— it’s charcoal black, with the occasional orange and scarlet poking through the smokey shades. through sight alone it might be easy to see, but touch confirms it completely. especially for fingers that stroke eren’s scales so much. ]
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You won't be useless. I'll keep the house warm. [He pauses.] But you don't want to be stuck in there forever, so we need a plan.
[He blinks as Eren reaches for the package. Mikleo watches as he unwraps it, and then his eyes get bigger and bigger and bigger. Armor...? This can't be for him, can it? The craftsmanship is exquisite, obviously handmade with care (and a touch familiar), but what stuns him is the material. Mikleo runs his fingertips over it just to see...
Yes, those really are his scales.]
Eren... You... had this made? For me?
[He breathes out shakily. Wow. His gift is almost paltry in comparison. Before he even looks at the armor in its entirety, he beams up at the brunet, and leans forward to kiss his cheek.]
Thank you. This is... beautiful, and incredibly thoughtful. [He means that.] I'm not resistant to fire anymore, and-- well, you know. So it's perfect.
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they’ll have to think of heat charms, enchantments— but that could definitely come later. he can talk about it with elliot and exchange notes. eren can test them. it’s no big deal and eren trusts that they’ll help him (he’ll, of course, do his own pet and look for things to buy).
he,,, got a kiss :’) you can just see how much he lights up about it, even if he isn’t grinning wide. holding his hands out to take the armor, he turns his seating towards mikleo. ]
Try it on.
[ let 👏 him 👏 see!!! ]
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Y-- yeah, sure!
[At least he's wearing a shorter tunic today, and not his usual blue and gold thing with the 'wings' on the back. He carefully slips the armor on. It's not nearly as heavy as he thought it'd be, but he's distracted from doing up the closures by stroking the scales.
These feel different when they're on Eren.]
I think it goes like this...?
[He blushes a bit.]
... It-- it's like you're hugging me, [he murmurs.] And with the leather, it's... [kind of intoxicating, actually-- nostalgic.]
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[ but eren doesn’t hold back the flash of his teeth any longer at the words. like you’re hugging me. mikleo’s bonded helps all the while in adjusting straps and slipping the leather over his shoulders, mindful and gentle with the twists and the slips— thankfully, his fingers aren’t terribly constrained by his arm wings as he once dreamed.
if he’s a little red around the scales, it’s not for little. it not only looked nice but it felt nice for him. ]
Now I’ll be there even when I’m not.
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Caring for humans is a calculated risk he will take every single time.]
It's perfect.
[He smiles so soft his eyes crinkle at the edges. Eren's words remind him of his own present, however.]
Ah-- right. I feel like my gift pales in comparison to this... Maybe I should have gone first.
[Still. He unwraps it for Eren because it's a delicate thing that he doesn't want to get caught in his claws. From the wrapping, Mikleo lifts a silver chain with a matching pendant on it. It seems plain until Mikleo presses the snap and opens it up, and then there is an inscription that... looks nothing like Common. It's squarish glyphs that look like they ought to be in a temple, with intricate curls and flourishes Eren can feel if he runs his thumb over them.
Mikleo looks... extremely nervous all of a sudden, lavender eyes downward. Mikleo gifts are practical. This is not.]
This one needs some explanation... What you see written here, that's ancient Avarostian-- the language of the seraphim on my world.
A seraph's true name is in this language; it's something that comes to us and resonates with our soul when our powers manifest. Essentially, it is our soul, because it holds great power over us. To offer someone your true name as a seraph is to lay your soul bare-- closer than a pact, more like trading pieces of your soul.
Sometimes humans are given true names when they become seraphim, too. Former Shepherds, and the Squires who help them. It's all part of pact magic and-- that's not important. [He closes Eren's hand over the pendant.] I'm giving you a true name because I want you to live on for ages to come. I want you to live on in the air and the trees and every bit of dew on morning leaves, and maybe-- maybe once this is all over, you'll find your way back to me, and you can live a new life as a seraph like they did.
[He guides Eren's fingertips over the engraving.]
Let me show you what each letter means.
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so, eren doesn't interrupt him, instead shuffling closer and dipping his head down to get a front seat look at the unwrapping (tongue flicking happens, his whole body is curious). he can taste the touch of iron somewhere and—
carefully, eren cups his hand underneath the seraph's while listening to a story he very well needed to hear to make sense of something he has a feeling is . . . profound. nervousness doesn't go unnoticed, causing the dragon to inhale and feel as if— there's some sort of whirl in his chest wanting to pop. it is not caused by little. mikleo speaks of a name that is true, an exchange that feels raw and he doesn't realize his breathing hitches up. it stops for a second.
all of this was more important than he could— well, he thinks he comprehends, but there's still a part of him that knows it's even deeper than he thinks. eren is at a loss at words, a blip passing through him that for a moment, seems to feel nothing when it's only preparing for the storm to come. every emotion he has for this is fighting for dominance and neither of them sit on the throne, leaving his toothy mouth agape and his eyes wide. even his heart beats in his ears and not his chest.
live on. find me. ]
Mik—?
[ that's all he can manage, but that's not what he wants to say. there's still more, and the pad of his finger, gently, so gently, presses onto the characters meant for him. ]
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He draws Eren's fingertips over each glyph in turn, not missing a beat despite his half protest.]
Vu... qu... is... Ha... vu.
[Mikleo pauses. His heart thunders in his chest, the storm unsaid. He lifts Eren's fingertips to his mouth to kiss them, and he smiles against them before saying:]
It means, "Eren is free." No matter what happens, that is your fundamental truth. Those are the words I see inscribed on your soul, and I've come to believe in them like I believe in you.
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the one other person who has told him something similar was his mother, he thinks. as a newborn, he had to hear the fact from someone else. you’re free, eren. no matter how free he wasn’t, no matter how many fates he had— the reason why he fought was this. the reason why he always kept going was this. he was born. he deserves to be free, humanity deserves it, and he’ll never get there if he conforms with the fact that he isn’t. that he had to do this and that because he had no choice. because his new friends have choices, and he doesn’t have the same ones.
only a fool would truly rebound on the reason that they had no choice. they all had choices. either you do them or you don’t. that was eren’s reality, that was his will, and only a grain-brained idiot with self pity would wallow in what they didn’t have.
that is why the world was cruel, and that was why it was so beautiful. they’re given reasons to live, and eren knows his.
if eren were at a loss of words before, not even a croak pushes past the tightness in his throat as he swallows dry now, as he tries to slowly wet his lips before his eyes fall to the jewel. carefully, he dips his head to pull it to his neck, cautious of his horns until he can look down at the trinket being weighed in his palm. the reason why he isn’t looking up might be clear after a few blinks too fast, and an inhale that sounds too shaky.
he isn’t saddened. he’s more than moved and only now are his emotions catching up with his perception. if mikleo had any idea what this all means to him— he’d probably take his comment back. ]
Pale in comparison, huh. [ he’s trying to say something lighthearted, a quirk of his lips that pull into a brief smile only to be pressed tightly together once he feels the strain in his features and the burn behind his nose. a wet stream pulls down his cheek, silent and still, and all eren could feel was thanks. all he could feel was purpose. all he could feel was love. ] I’ll always, [ with the jewel around his neck, he holds it hidden into his palm, with a first to protect it ] make this true.
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Mikleo is happy. Happier than he's been in a long time, actually.]
I know you will.
[He opens his eyes. There's absolute faith in his lavender ones, the unshakable foundation of his support. His love. Mikleo's core has always consisted of love-- it made him into a seraph, and it is written in his name, and the very fabric of his soul. He has always lived for others.]
All I did was put it into fancy words. That necklace is a reminder that you are free, that you... touched the lives of so many others, even ones from other worlds. That you are loved.
[The corners of his mouth pinch in a smile.]
So don't you forget it.
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it didn’t matter, but eren wasn’t inhuman enough to avoid the thought every now and then. ]
I won’t. [ every kiss, every single one— he inhales shakily, ] I, [ before he’s the one sweeping mikleo’s face into his hands, and pressing wet lips from a stray tear to his. didn’t matter if it was salty and it didn’t matter if the chain was tangled in his fingers and waving beneath his palm.
he won’t forget that. ]
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The kiss is sweet and it lingers on Mikleo's lips even after he pulls away to breathe. He's never minded a little salt-- though he does wipe away any remaining tears from Eren's face.]
I never had any doubt.
[His eyes crinkle at the edges.]
Now... since I gave you your name, I suppose I should share mine. It's only fair, right? We've been partners for long enough that I know I can trust you with it. [He pauses, looking uncharacteristically shy for a moment, his eyes falling to the necklace in Eren's hand.] I've never been afraid to give you everything. I know you'll keep me and my name safe.
[It isn't betraying Sorey or anything gross like that. They're partners here.
Mikleo cards his fingertips over Eren's horns, then through the roots of his hair, and finally to the adorable ears, where he stops to whisper his name.]
Luzrov Rulay. It means Mikleo the Enforcer. From the beginning, my truth has always been to see things through. And I can promise you right now, that'll happen even if we're separated.
You won't be alone. Not really.