You know how you have Roger an afterlife reunion... could we get a Mjosgard afterlife meeting? Please? I'll give you cookies and tea and coffee π₯Ί
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The afterlife was not golden light or pearly gates. It was quiet, soft, the hush of waves rolling against an endless horizon. The air smelled faintly of salt, the kind that lingered after a storm, and every step felt lighter than the last.
Mjosgard looked just as you had pictured him all those years, awkward with his shoulders slightly hunched, as if he expected to be scolded even here. His clothes were simple, his face stripped of arrogance, and his eyes were gentle in a way the world had never allowed them to be. They caught on you and refused to let go.
The bond, long dormant, flared like a sudden flame. You almost stumbled at the force of it, warmth rushing into the hollow you had carried alone for too long.
βI thought I would never meet you,β he said, his voice breaking with relief, as though it were the first honest thing he had spoken in both your lives.
You reached for his hand. It was warm, solid, and painfully real, and your throat ached as you whispered, βYou did. You only had to wait for me to catch up.β
For a while you stood together in silence, the air between you thrumming with recognition. Then, because the weight of the moment threatened to crush you, you tried to smile.
βSo,β you said lightly, βdo we introduce ourselves now? I am the idiot who joined the Revolutionaries and managed to die in battle.β
Mjosgard blinked, startled, before a laugh escaped him, rusty but genuine. He pressed a hand to his chest and gave a mock bow. βAnd I am the idiot Celestial Dragon who got himself executed for doing what was right. It is an honor to finally meet my other half.β
Your laugh rang out before you could stop it, bright and out of place against the soft shore. βWe have a terrible track record. Not exactly soulmates of the year.β
βNot even honorable mentions,β he replied with false solemnity, though his smile lingered.
You squeezed his hand, the warmth of it steadying you both. βWell, I suppose we are stuck with each other now.β
His shoulders eased, and something fragile and shy filled his gaze. βGood. I think I would like that.β
And so you walked forward together, tether mended at last, laughter softening the edges of eternity.