Water – Healing|Passivity
"Honestly, Sorey. I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose." Mikleo stated, annoyance present in his voice as he tried to patch up yet another injury. It had become a rather unwelcome pattern for the young water seraph— his life-long friend would run off on his own to take care of whatever problem someone he'd never even met before was having, only to return with what would sometimes be numerous wounds.
Unfortunately, that was the type of person Sorey was. He was selfless to a fault, always trying to help everyone without thinking about his own health and wellbeing. There were times when Mikleo believed that Sorey's only purpose in life was to make him worry. But of course that wasn't enough to make him leave his human friend alone. They'd been together far too long to even consider leaving the other's side. Besides, Mikleo knew that Sorey wouldn't likely last very long on his own anyway. Between his inability to think things through and his recklessness, it would be a surprise if he lasted a single day without Mikleo's guiding hand.
"Sorry, I know you tell me not to run off on my own like that…but I just wanted to help." Sorey— never would anyone think it possible for one person to be so innocent and pure-hearted. He was always trying to do whatever he could to help others, even if that person was a total stranger. That was, of course, why Mikleo and the seraph who raised them both, Zenrus, were always so worried for him. In fact, that worry and the knowledge of Sorey's inability to plan were what prompted Mikleo to prepare everything they'd need when they'd departed Elysia.
Mikleo smiled fondly at the memories that felt almost like a distant dream as he moved on to treat some of the more minor scratches on his arms. Sorey continued to ramble through some explanation for his actions. "I know you keep telling me I can't always help everyone, but I swear I didn't think it would be that dangerous. If I'd known I would have brought you with me. Really!"
Mikleo smirked, "So you say. I may have believed that if you hadn't said the exact same thing the last five times." Sorey rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, wearing an expression akin to a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar. All Mikleo could do was shake his head and chuckle lightly. That type of reaction was so like Sorey; anyone who knew him would have been able to predict it.
One would likely think it strange that someone who could be so childish and naive would become the Shepherd; that someone like Sorey would be the one to put an end to the Age of Chaos and save the world. There were even times when Mikleo, himself, thought that it was nothing but a strange dream. He even wondered whether this 'Sorey' was actually his Sorey. His Sorey couldn't possibly be some sort of 'savior' of any kind… right? Though, at the same time, Mikleo knew deep in his heart that it was all real— that was his Sorey, and he was the Shepherd. While it may have seemed utterly absurd, it was all based in some semblance of realism. Sorey was not only one of very few humans who could see and speak with the seraphim, but also could be considered a perfect image of purity and kindness.
So, in a way, Mikleo could understand what Alisha meant when she said the Shepherd she imagined from the legends was a lot like Sorey. She was right, after all. That didn't mean, however, that the water seraph would ever worry any less about him. He examined and set to healing the rest of the minor wounds.
"I get that you don't want to get me involved," Sorey fixed Mikleo with a questioning gaze and he continued, "But remember, you shouldn't try to shoulder this burden alone. If you try and carry the weight of the world on your shoulders alone, you'll be crushed. So let us help you out. We're your friends, Sorey; we can help you shoulder that weight. And if it gets too much for you, then we'll carry you, too." The brunette suddenly burst into laughter. Shocked and slightly angry, Mikleo scowled at him, red-faced. This of course only caused the other's laughter to grow. "What's so funny!? I was being serious!"
Sorey tried futilely to contain his laughter. Eventually, he managed to calm himself enough to speak. However, the humor was still present in his voice, much to Mikleo's chagrin, "S-Sorry, Mikleo; it's just… that was the sappiest thing I've ever heard you say." The young seraph pouted indignantly, which only caused his friend to burst into yet another fit of laughter; only this time, Mikleo joined in, enjoying a rare opportunity of shared amusement. They hadn't had much time for such idle pleasures since they'd left Elysia. Thus, they cherished the quiet moments – the calm before the storm.
They both knew that there was genuine danger in what they were doing. Anyone could lose their life at any time. For all they knew, none of them would survive the final battle. Even still, they kept their heads held high and kept moving forward towards the future — towards their shared dream. And if all went well, one day humans and seraphim would be able to live together in peaceful coexistence. But these were all things that could be saved for another day. At present, the two were content to just immerse themselves in this little world of simple amusement and idle pleasures, free of the pain and suffering of the outside world.
Neither knew when they would get another chance like this, and they were both firm believers of seizing opportunities when they were presented to them. If you wait, you may lose the chance. A chance you may never get again. However, the two were so deeply immersed in their small world they both forgot something incredibly important. That is until Rose abruptly burst into the room.
"Geez, are you guys okay? You're both completely hysterica- Sorey! What the hell happened to you!?"
Mikleo turned to Rose, finally snapped out of his reverie. When her words finally dawned on him Mikleo immediately turned back to Sorey— torn garbs, bruised cheek— he forgot to finish healing!
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