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"Hm, I'm surprised. You did your research." "Eh? But you told me?" "I did? When? I don't remember." "Mm, I am not sure. You told me when you planted these… some centuries ago? I couldn't quite tell the passing of time…" A beat. No answer. I glance behind me, full-blown violet glancing back. "Mikleo?" Fire spreads on your cheeks, as if I just serenaded one of my love poems at you. …Like the other night. It was nice, but you also couldn't stop giggling at the time. There are no giggles now, the blush on its own feels lonely somewhat. I like your giggles. "Y-You… could hear?" you whisper as your voice breaks a little. Ah, I think I get it now. "I told you, didn't I?" "No you did not!" "I'm sure I thanked you for coming by so often…" "Th-That's, that's, not- you said you could SENSE me! Not hear!!" "It was a bit weird? Like I could feel you were there and feel what you were saying rather than hear actual sounds?" "I…!!! I! Actually want to know more about that but! Sorey, what the heck!!!" Your hands fly to your face, as if trying to drown it. Mikleo, I love you so much, but you make me so sad when you hide your face from me. I mean, it's endearing and overwhelmingly cute, but it's really unfair when I couldn't see you for centuries and could only kinda hear your voice. …Your voice is very pretty, even in my imagination, but still. I get up from my crouching position, stepping slowly towards you. You're muttering things to yourself, like: "this is so embarrassing I could die" ,"if I knew he could hear I could have at least tried to sound a bit cooler", "how many times did he hear me cry"… I think you're too distressed to actually control the volume of your voice. I always found your way of overreacting over everything so charming. You would call me a sappy romantic. You would be absolutely right. I'm only this way towards you though, so I think I can be forgiven for that. Please forgive me? I wrap my arms around your shoulders. Our height is almost matched now, it's a bit sad. I wish I could've seen you grow. I wish we could have grown together. "I was lonely," I whisper. I feel you trembling between my arms. "so I'm glad you and the others came by and talked, even if I couldn't say anything back." "Sorey…" your head lifts a bit, and that unbelievably soft violet peeks through those long lashes. "were you conscious… the entire time?" "It's difficult to explain," I let my hand stroke circles into your back, "Sometimes I was, sometimes I think I was really just sleeping. I also talked to Maotelus a lot, and time flies when you have centuries of history at your disposal." I hear a suppressed, adorable snort. Well, I managed to lighten the mood up at least. Your head tilts down to lean on my shoulder, your fingers grip at my arms loosely. I can only see your fluffy aquamarine hair, so I lean in to steal a kiss and inhale soft vanilla. "But I couldn't see the world, so it was difficult to tell the passage of time, and everything felt hazy. But, I could sense things." snuggling into the softness, I take a long breath as I tighten my hold. You do the same. You understand me best, no matter how much time passes and no matter how far the world tears us apart. I am so in love I want to spin you around and round and laugh and scream my adoration at the whole world. "I could sense the land shifting, the air changing, the lava from volcanoes erupting and destroying and creating, the seas flowing, the life force of all living beings drifting in and out as centuries passed. I could sense when Rose and Alisha passed." Your fingertips stroke at the base of my scalp, lazily drawing soothing circles. A cool and calming touch.

I won't lie and say I have no regrets, I do. But I still would have done the same things, because I know I wouldn't have stayed true to myself otherwise. And I know it was the right choice, because you of all people - the person I would have hurt the most - supported me. It's inevitable to have regrets in life. This is what the other seraphim in Elysia told me. I believe them, they lived far longer. They also weren't half-asleep for most of their life. "I could sense where you all generally were, I could sense when you were about to come by, and when you did and talked to me."

Really though, you've became far too strong since we were little. You were already pretty fierce, but now my back is really starting to hurt. My beloved Mikleo, please have mercy. My muscles are still dormant from the long sleep. If I were to tell you that, you would only squeeze me tighter and call me an idiot. So I know I better refrain. "I could sense when you were in distress, I wished I could be there to hold you tight." Hiccups escape you. Ah, I'm sorry, I made you cry again. And I feel even worse, because I feel a strange happiness that you would shed tears for me. Still, I want to see you smile and giggle the most. Love is contradictory. A waterfall moves around the edge of my vision, and my favorite violet comes back to greet me. "T-Then, ma-make up for it- n-now." your voice stumbles as you dry your tears messily with your sleeve. Your eyes are puffy, your eyebrows stuck in a painful frown as if you gulped down a strawberry whole. Your cheeks are aflame and stricken with tears. Snot is all under your nose, and some of your hair is sticking to it. Your lips tremble in painful gasps. You're so beautiful. My heart is in a vice. …And I can't keep the smile off my face. I must look so silly to you. "I won't let go ever again. I promise." I take my shirt sleeve and loosen it, and wipe your face from all the tears and snot. It must be uncomfortable, and I know you hate it. Shirts can be washed, calm down. You're a Seraph, you can't even carry disease. I can't catch them anymore either: my fragile human body rests under a pile of rocks somewhere in this great chasm, and will be dust before long. "No other answer would have been accepted anyway…" you pout as you nuzzle in my hand. You must be so tired. "Hey Mikleo," "Yes?" "I love you." A beat. A pout. A squeeze and pull of my cheek by your fingertips. Ow. "I love you more, idiot." A smirk naturally forms on my face. I can't stop it. "…Can you prove it?" "Mm? What do you have in mind?" "Let's see who gets tired from kissing first!" "You're on, you little scamp." What does loving more have anything to do with apnea? Nothing, but I really enjoy kissing you and I'll be taking advantage of your competitive nature forever. Even as I feel the air knocked out of me and as I fall back into a pile of violet blooms. I've been told that seraphim are made out of pure, untainted mana. In moments like these, I can feel it firsthand. Every particle of my body dissolves into sparkles of light, and meets their soulmate in droplets of aquamarine. Our souls are made bare and merge into one. I feel what you feel, and you feel what I feel. It's a bit overwhelming, but it's okay. Because I believe. I believe our oath will carry our devotion forever into the future. No matter what tomorrow may bring, we'll face it together. Today, in this sea of violet, we depart on a new journey. _______________________________________________________________

///and they made out happily ever after.///

a few notes:

-This is my first fic since I was like, 13. It's been like 15 years. So please have mercy. Drawing is so much easier than fic writing, how do you people do it??? I can't tell if I made them OOC or not. Did I manage to make Sorey act like an old-aged Sorey would act after centuries of solitude with Maotelus? Did I make Mikleo too passive??? I wanted him to be supportive and listening with love and patience but. I have no clue, this is difficult. It's not even a long fic.

English is not my mother tongue, so feel free to tell me if I made any grammatical errors, I'm happy to learn more. I'm Italian by the way. - In the ending of the Berseria Novel, we have a scene of Sorey talking with Maotelus. Maotelus tells Sorey his story, and it ends with Sorey starting to tell his own. In the manga, we can see Maotelus promising to tell Sorey his story as well. Thus, Sorey is conscious during his sleep.

In the anime, Sorey thanks Mikleo for coming to visit him so often. The anime changes a lot plot-wise but it's one of those things I think it's ok to consider canon. Especially because the scene in the DLC where Alisha speaks to Sorey would be super sad if he couldn't hear her. I love their friendship, it makes me sad.

The pic I made some months ago. Not for this fic specifically, but I thought it would fit. The flowers are anemone, which is the flower presented by Sorey at the start of the fic.