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I had a daydream about sending you an ask about hot chocolate so here I am. You seem to be quite the hot coco appreciator (I am too!), which begs the question: how do you like to drink it? Do you like it very milky and thick, or more light? How much chocolate powder do you add?? How do you even go about making one of the best drinks of all time??? (I'm sorry I have a lot of questions, I'm quite serious about the hot coco business)
I'm using a recipe I got from an American friend of mine!! Here it is: (it's for two servings since I always share with my partner xD)
500ml milk, two Tbs heavy cream, 2ml vanilla extract 3 Tbs brown sugar and 4 Tbs unsweetened cocoa powder
It gets quite milky and thick and just overall nice and warming. I love hot coco, it's just a wonderful drink and a nice companion for depressed little me xD
So, how do you make your hot coco? Now that you brought it up I'd really like to see how different our versions are!!
#ask#mikleo-cures-my-depression#hot coco#The best drink#for real#might not cure depression but it sure makes the world more bearable
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I played a few rounds of Tales-themed Gartic Phone with @mikleo-cures-my-depression, @tales-of-sweets and @salzmine and had to share some of the results, my Tales-obsessed self can't get enough of fandom chaos:
(if anyone wants to join our Zestiria-centric Tales Discord the link is here)
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Got Tagged by: @mikleo-cures-my-depression, Thanks you tagging me! Not many tag me in stuff like this
Fav colour: Mint, like the colour of gum or rivers after the snow in the mountains melt, such a lovely colour
Currently reading: Does manga count? I'm currently rereading Pandora Hearts if so, been awhile since I actually read through the entire thing. If Manga doesn't Count, I'm reading the Septimus Heap series *slowly*
Last Song: Scrap and Rebuild Ourselves (From Revolution) - Eternal Sonata, best boss thing by far in video games, I love it and I'm listening to it on loop
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Last Series: Vanitas no Carte, watching that English dub as it releases because why? Roland
Last Movie: Watched Spirited Away on a discord server yesterday, was more listening to it tho since I was playing a game, last movie I paid attention to was a rewatch of Tales of Vesperia: The First Strike
Sweet, Spicy or Savoury: Savory and Spicy is a match made in heaven, it should be mixed, but if i had to pick one, Savory
Currently Working On: gaining the motivation to finally start Tales of Arise, haven't been wanting to much of anything lately, ended up starting a different game (Genshin Impact) 2 days ago instead though so maybe that motivation is on its way. Other than that I am also working on getting a job, which is hell
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Omfg yes please write Sormik hanahaki, it will be so painful
done and done i hope the angst is to your liking my friend (╯’ u ’)╯
FYI, This whole endeavor was heavily inspired by @doodlesala‘s work for Sormik Week 2017 found here (really it’s beautiful you should go see it).
Enjoy!!
[Read on AO3]
The first petal came without warning, in the middle of a fight while ontheir way to Rayfalke Spiritcrest. Sorey had just deflected a hellion that hadcharged for Mikleo’s open back—a weird and filmy moment in the Shepherd’s memory—andfelt a tickle in the back of his throat. He shoved himself in between, behindthe water seraph, and swung his sword in a wide arch to move the enemy and theother beast with it back. He purified the first hellion. He felt himself gag.
He bent his body away from the battle. Something was rising with everyawkward and half-obscured breath and when whatever-it-was turned out to be softand tickled his lip after he coughed it up, he curiously lifted it away to seea soft blue petal.
Funny, he thought as he stared at the petal pinched between his twofingers in puzzled shock. He couldn’t remember eating flowers for breakfast.
“Sorey!” Mikleo cried out. His voice was strangely distant.
Back to the fray, then; as quickly as he had left it. Sorey dropped the petal,spun, and parried off the beast that came for him with an open maw.
He forgot all about the petal until Marlind, when a second one surfacedin the middle of the night.
Like before, it started with a tickle. Sorey sat up and pressed a hand tohis throat with a wince. He pressed his other hand to the mattress beneath himas if holding himself upright would help get whatever was stuck in his airwayout. He coughed; Mikleo beside him stirred. Alisha slept without a care in thebed to their left, and Edna and Lailah were nowhere to be seen.
Sorey’s knees pulled up to form a tent in the blanket. He curled forward,covering his mouth until finally he felt the slip and slide of something softfall out of his mouth and into the palm of his hand.
It was strangely hypnotic to see such a bright, pretty blue thing lie thereso innocently, damp with his own saliva. It had been the cause of suchdiscomfort mere minutes prior; why was it so beautiful? Sorey turned the petalover and over, tracing its surface. He wondered if perhaps the far moreimportant question here to answer instead was: yes it was pretty, but why was it in his throat?
“Sorey…?”
Green eyes darted to bleary violet. Sorey’s hand clenched tight aroundthe petal and he smiled. “Sorry. Had a weird dream. Did I wake you?”
Mikleo made a sound somewhere between a groan and an affirmative grunt.His hands slid under the pillow, pressed together like a prayer. His amethysteyes closed. Sorey would be lying if he tried to claim that some part of himwasn’t fond of the endearingly human way Mikleo had taken to sleeping. “Whatwas it about?” the water seraph mumbled.
“Uh…” Sorey’s fist clenched tighter. He could feel the petal fray in hishold. “…nothing.”
Mikleo hummed. “Wow, what a ‘weird’ dream.”
“It was just…flowers, and…stuff.” Sorey stared at Mikleo. He shiftedunder the covers. “I’m going back to sleep now.”
“Me too,” Mikleo said, though he was already out by the time Soreyfinally laid back down.
The third time happened just after Alisha left and he was supposed tofeel “better.” Without so much strain on his own resonance, Sorey knew the ideawas he should be able to heal and recover and get stronger to fight moreMalevolence.
But if that was supposed to be the case, the young Shepherd wondered why inthe world it was, then, that he found himself doubled-over under the treebeside their camp early the next morning. He coughed and hacked his way throughthree petals that slipped out of his mouth. Harrowed breaths and shakingfingers reached for the small, blue things that had fallen among the roots,afraid to touch them—but more afraid than that to let anyone else see them.
Again…?
“Sorey?” Mikleo’s voice carried to him, gaining volume as the seraphapproached with measured footfalls. “Are you all right?”
Sorey’s hand snatched the petals out of sight. “Fine!” he answered. Bothfists clutched tight to his chest. He turned to look over his shoulder in timeto see his best friend stop within arm’s reach. From Sorey’s angle beneath him,the sunlight seemed to frame Mikleo’s pale hair around his face like a halo.
Mikleo crossed his arms over his chest. His amethyst eyes trailed alongthe ground around Sorey at the base of the tree carefully; Sorey thought hisheart might pound right out of his chest.
“You didn’t sound like it,” the seraph commented quietly. “Almost soundedlike you were throwing up.” All of a sudden, those eyes—so royal and violet andbeautiful—snapped to his and narrowed. “Were you?”
“N-no!”
“You’re not just trying to play the ‘strong’ card again, are you?” Mikleoasked flatly. “Because if you’re sick, you’re sick. Let’s just head back toMarlind until you feel better; there’s no need to make a big deal about it.”
“I’m not sick,” Sorey tried to say, but his voice sounded weak even tohis ears. Was he?
Something unreadable passed over Mikleo’s face. He paused, his formcompletely still; his eyes stared into Sorey’s with an intensity that almostscared the kneeling Shepherd. But when he spoke, his voice was quieter thanbefore. “Sorey?”
“Yeah?”
“You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”
Sorey turned to fully face the seraph. His hands, still clenched, fellaway from his chest and pressed to his knees. “Yeah! Yeah, of course I would…!”
Mikleo’s face tightened. His jaw clenched and unclenched as if workingfor words that wouldn’t come. Finally, his hands dropped to his sides. “Yeah,all right. Well.” He took a breath. “C’mon. I’m telling Lailah and Edna.”
“Wait! About what?”
“We’re going back and you’re going to rest.That’s what.”
“Mikleo…!”
Going back to Marlind, Sorey found, actually turned out to be both ablessing and a curse. Briefly bedridden in a town full of books first gaveSorey the idea to research for information as to what was happening to him. Butthe truth about petals popping up out of peoples’ mouths were nowhere to befound in the literature Marlind had available. He had to keep looking.
Lastonbell had some tragic folktales whispered among their cobblestonestreets that mentioned unrequited love and lips full of flowers, but they werenothing concrete Sorey could glean information from. They were just depressing.
The first bit of hope Sorey could get his hands on didn’t come untilPendrago, and by that point, he had already been steadily leaving behind thegroup a small trail of petals drifting after their footsteps along theirjourney. Stolen moments hidden away—“I need to go to the bathroom”—as soon asthe itch in the back of his throat started. Vignettes of solitude interruptedby swirling nausea and one, then two, then three, then four petals.
One horrible day, he coughed up seven.
It did not escape his notice he could have folded himself a pale bluerose with the fallen pieces; he wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
The petal count steadily increased week by week, and soon, day by day.
Then, Sorey finally found the word: hanahaki.
It was in an old mythology textbook in the library at Pendrago. A namefor the mysterious flowers that sprouted up from somewhere deep within; a ‘disease’born from a spell (not that Sorey remembered ever having been struck by such aspell) that only worked under very specific internal conditions: the intended target had to have a love foranother that was, to their knowledge, unreturned. Should that condition be met,the target of the spell would slowly, over time, start to choke on the ‘flowersof their affection’ stirred up from inside.
Sorey traced the short entry with his fingers and committed them tomemory. Hanahaki, hanahaki. At somepoint, he had to have been hit with such a spell as the one detailed in thetext, but what boggled him was how? Why? And perhaps more importantly than bothof those questions: was there a cure?Sorey’s eyes drifted to the words below.
Sharply, he snapped the book shut and shoved it back onto the libraryshelf. He stared for a moment at the innocent, faded navy siding of the tome.He felt his heart pound hard inside his chest at the same time as it pangedwith guilt. He spun away and wondered how long it would take to find the otherswho were still milling, he hoped, somewhere in the library. He wondered if theywould notice if he took his time trying to find them again.
Sorey wasn’t a fool.
He had known even before he and Mikleo had left Elysia that he loved theseraph. He knew that fact as easy as he knew his own name; it was obvious. Mikleowas easy to be around and so deeply intertwined in his life that whenever Soreythought about the great and unknown expanse of the future stretching beforehim, there had been no question in his mind that he wanted Mikleo there with him to face it all, more than anyone else.
He loved Mikleo.
There had never been a need toquestion it. So the success of the hanahakispell wasn’t surprising to the Shepherd in the least. Yes, there wassomeone he loved; yes, there was someone he deeply cared about and wanted toprotect. But the only arduous part of the entire matter was that the key to hiscure, then, didn’t rest in his own hands.
It rested in Mikleo’s.
And it quickly became apparent to Sorey as he walked by shelves andshelves filled with books as far as the eye could see, endlessly wandering andchurning this newfound knowledge over and over again in his mind, that if theonly way to rid himself of this spell was to have Mikleo return his affections,then there might really be nothing he could do to save himself.
If Mikleo loved him back, then that would be great—for many reasons otherthan just not dying because of flower petals.
But if Mikleo didn’t, then that meant there was no safe way for Sorey toarrange for his own survival.
What am I supposed tosay? Hey, Mikleo, please love me so you can save my life! What kind of questionis that?
No, that wasn’t an option. All of the expectations and pressure thatcould be placed on his best friend, putting Mikleo in such a situation where hehad to somehow find it within himself to love him in a way that maybe the waterseraph hadn’t ever really wanted to—Sorey didn’t want anything to do with that.He couldn’t put Mikleo in thatsituation. Wouldn’t. Ever.
“Sorey! There you are!”
So that left him few other choices if he wanted to survive this, if thereeven were any leftover. The entry in this book in the Pendrago library wassmall, but Sorey had to hold out hope, right? Perhaps there were other booksout there. Perhaps there were other options available to him than justmanipulating his best friend’s feelings—
“We’ve been looking everywhere foryou! I’m so bored; are you ready to leave yet? We might want to think aboutheading back to the inn here pretty soon. Edna’s threatened to gouge outMikleo’s eyes if he doesn’t stop reading, and y’know, I can’t quite tell yetwhen she’s joking or not….hey, you listening?”
—a hand on his shoulder turned him around.
Sorey raised his gaze from the carpet, bright green meeting sapphireblue. Rose’s eyes raked over his face. The bright grin on her face faltered.
“Hey,” she said. Her voice dropped in volume; her hand didn’t leave hisshoulder. “You okay? You don’t look so good.”
Sorey looked back to Rose and didn’t know what to say. What could he say?
He licked his lips. “Can I…talk to you about somethin’?”
Rose’s back straightened. Her hand squeezed his shoulder; it didn’t fallaway. “Hey. You know you can, Sorey.”
Sorey nodded. He took a breath.
Rose, to her credit, did not look away once. Sorey told her about thespell—or maybe curse—he was under. He confessed he didn’t know when it had beenplaced on him; she didn’t laugh when he said he didn’t remember. She didn’tpull away when she heard about the flower petals. She didn’t even blink when heconfessed to her his affections for Mikleo—actually, for some reason, shestarted to smile at that but Sorey wasn’t sure how to interpret the way it soclosely resembled a feline’s—and the awkward place this put him in.
She stayed right with him until the end of his story and in the quietafterwards, she sighed.
Rose placed a hand on her hip and raised the other to scratch at the backof her head. “Wow. That…sucks.”
Sorey chuckled softly, a little hopelessly. He nodded; he wasn’t sure ifthat was the words he would use to describe it, but they were close enough. Hiseyes dropped to the floor. “Yeah, I guess so,” he murmured.
Rose crossed her arms over her chest. Her bright blues reevaluated theShepherd before her. “Do you think you’ll tell the others?”
A cold jolt sparked down Sorey’s chest. “Honestly? I don’t know.”
“I mean, this is all because of a spell, right?” Rose asked. “Andseraphim are like, centuries old. Somaybe Lailah knows something about it. Heck, even Edna. They use all sorts ofweird magic to do what they do, yeah?”
Sorey’s cheeks dusted red. He raised a hand to scratch just under hiseye. “Yeah, maybe.”
Rose sighed after a moment of pause. “You’re not going to tell them, areyou?”
Sorey pressed his lips tightly together. Something like shame colored hisface and spread down his neck to his collar. “Rose, if Mikleo found out—“
“—no, no, I get it. I get it.” Rose shifted her weight. “Believe me, Ido.” She frowned, eyes taking in Sorey, the carpet, the books to their rightand left. All of these pages of writing and years of history and no guidance onwhat to do when a hanahaki spell forcedyou to hold your silence. “Look, I won’t tell you what to do, because I don’t know what to do here, but if you needhelp at any time as we try and figure this out, let me know. Okay?”
It was more than Sorey had wanted. He nodded quickly. “Yeah.”
“I mean it,” Rose stressed. Her blue eyes pinned the green ones acrossfrom her. “This doesn’t have to be like that Shepherd thing, okay? You alreadygot to deal with that; you’re not dealing with this alone, too. No, scratchthat—I’m not letting you deal with italone. You don’t even get a choice. So you’ve got to let me know when you needsomething, all right?”
Sorey smiled and for some odd and wonderful reason, he laughed. Relief,warm and happy, slid through him. “Yeah, okay,” he said with a quiet bounce.“Thanks, Rose.”
Rose hadn’t known how tense she held her shoulders until she felt themrelax. “Yeah,” she said back. “Don’t mention it.”
They set up a system. When Sorey felt the familiar tickle in the back ofhis throat, he gave Rose a sign. All the assassin had to see was a tap to thefront of his neck, and she understood. She came up with excuse after excuse tohelp Sorey get a moment to himself. It ranged by the day.
“Hey, Sorey, why don’t you get us some firewood? I hear it’s gonna getcold tonight!”
“Wow, Sorey, you smell. Take abath already! Go on, get out of here! Pew-pew!”
It worked until it didn’t.
Until the attacks took more and more time because the petals just keptcoming. The gasps between coughs grew too short and the nausea swept in like athick cloud. There were days Sorey thought he’d black out because he couldn’t breathe around all of the blue. Sevenpetals at the end of an episode became a mercy; more often than not Sorey foundhimself coughing up to ten. Sometimes, fifteen.
The numbers continued to increase; Sorey didn’t know what he could do.Gododdin offered no new hope or information in their small library to analternate route that could stop the curse. Sorey began to wonder if the spellwould really kill him before he got a chance to purify the world.
Then the night came where Sorey couldn’t stop coughing and Rose wasn’tthere to help him and everything changed.
It had been after the Fire Trial. Rose was bedridden because she had beenheavily injured in the final fight against the armored Salamander; she restedback at the inn in Gododdin with Lailah, who also needed to recover fromIgraine. Sorey felt the timely, familiar itch at the back of his throat andfumbled for an excuse about taking a walk outside.
He should have known with such a throw-away line he would have beenfollowed.
Sorey had taken a single step outside of the inn and gagged. He stumbled.He clasped a hand to his mouth and forced himself to breathe. In and out—in andout. No matter how thin each inhale and exhale was. He could feel the firstpetals flutter in the back of his mouth.
He pushed on.
Sorey got just far enough away from the small village, tucked away in acorner between the cliffsides where he was sure he wouldn’t be seen, before helet his hand fall away. The petals came, one after another through seizingcoughs, steadily. Sometimes, three or four fell out in a single heave. A gaspand a gag and then more fell out and onto the ground and Sorey couldn’t stopit. They just came. He tried to breathe between every other strangled rasp, buthe couldn’t get the chance to inhale enough to even exhale.
He raised one hand to his mouth, shaking, trying to stem the flow. Thepetals came anyway, slipping out, between his fingers. He raised his other handand felt a harsh tightness in his chest. Two at a time fluttered past his hands—
“Sorey?”
His gasp nearly choked him on the petals still coming up. Sorey, with ahandful of light blue still pressed to his mouth, snapped around. His greeneyes were wet and wide.
There stood Mikleo, with amaranthine eyes equally as wide, his hands athis sides.
“D—“ Sorey gagged. He bent over, shoulders curled in. A tear slipped from his eye and his headpounded with pain. He dropped a hand to the ground, keeping himself upright. Hecouldn’t breathe. His lungs hackedfor air. “—I’m—“
“Y-you idiot!”
It wasn’t the response he expected. Neither was the shadow that fell overhim and the hands that grasped his shoulders, pulling him back towards aslender chest. Mikleo’s touch was cool against his fevered skin. Soreyshuddered; his stomach flipped. “Is this whatyou’ve been trying to hide from me? I knewthere was something wrong!”
Sorey coughed over the next three that landed on his tongue. He breathedthem free. “I’m—I’m sorry—“
“Don’t you dare try and say that right now. I’m—“ Mikleo shook his headand sighed out a horrible breath. “—just…just breathe, okay? I may not know what this is, but I can bet that panickingdoesn’t help.” The hands on Sorey’s shoulders squeezed. “So calm down, breathe,and let it come. Okay?”
“’Kay,” Sorey warbled. Two more petals dropped through his shakingfingers.
Mikleo kept him pressed to his chest and didn’t let go. Sorey could hearthe shudder of his breath in the gaps between his own haggard gasps. A handfound its way into his hair.
“This has been going on since Marlind, right?” Mikleo’s voice was quiet,unobtrusive. His chest rose and fell and Sorey listened, shuddering. The waterseraph corrected himself. “No, before that. Ever since you took that curse. That’s when it really started.Isn’t it?”
Curse?
Sorey moved to sit up. His stomach swam; he swallowed and felt anawkward, choking flutter in his throat. He coughed out two more and groaned. “C-curse…?”
Mikleo frowned. “You don’t remember? There was that spell in RayfalkeSpiritcrest that you took for me. We were fighting that one hellion with that…wolf-thing.”
Vague images swim to the forefront of Sorey’s mind; filmy snapshots of abattle that he half-remembered, intermittent with the familiar feel of hissword in his hand and a wide arc to his swing that left him open. Kind of likeMikleo’s back, which he had been trying so hard to defend. It felt so long agocompared to now, where he was cradled in the middle of a small pool of petals thathad been born from within himself.
“You leapt in the way of it and got hit with this spell we’d never seenbefore, but you didn’t go down. You kept fighting like nothing happened, so weall assumed you were fine and it didn’t work.” The frown on Mikleo’s facedeepened. “I should’ve known it wasn’t nothing.”
Sorey’s chest shook with another rattling cough. His hand caught the nextpetals. “S-sorry.”
“What are you apologizing for?”Mikleo asked.
Sorey shook his head, unable to find the words, but Mikleo shook his headright back, quick and firm. Forcefully, he turned Sorey’s shoulders to facehim. “No, stop that. We’re talking aboutthis, you idiot. I don’t care if you’re mad at me; I’m making this right. Rightnow.”
Sorey’s brow dipped down. He frowned. “Mad? Why would I…be mad at you?”
“Because I was the reason you got hitwith this—whatever-it-is!” Mikleo waved a hand towards the petals lyingaround them; petals he himself was kneeling in without fear or disgust. It wasa strange time for Sorey to suddenly feel overwhelmed with gratitude andfondness for the seraph who hadn’t batted an eye at the strange sight of hisbest friend coughing up blue flowers. But warmth blossomed through him, anyway.His stomach gave a twinge of warning.
Mikleo continued talking. “I thought you were mad at me because of something the curse was doing to you.”
“Why?” Sorey wracked his mind to try and understand. He coughed out apetal, then two. They floated to the ground between their close knees. “Whywould I be mad at you for something—“ –a thin breath— “—something like that?”
“I don’t know!” Mikleo’s hands clenched into fists in the arms of Sorey’scloak. “You wouldn’t talk to me aboutit. You wouldn’t say anything anymoreand you started acting weird. You’d come up with these pathetic excuses to gooff and be by yourself at random times, and I thought you didn’t want to bearound me anymore.”
“W-what?”
“Let me finish!”
Sorey could see the sheen in Mikleo’s violet eyes. It made him quiet,staring at his friend, his dearest person,as he clung to him by thin handholds.
Mikleo visibly swallowed. A strange tension started to form at the edgesof his temple and in the clench of his jaw. It reminded Sorey of a moment undera tree some months ago when he saw that same handsome face work for words thatjust would not come.
“We have always told each othereverything, Sorey. Always. And whenyou started drawing into yourself—“ –the water seraph shook his head—“—watching you do that because you’re the Shepherd is one thing, because thereare some things you do and have to deal with that I can’t understand. But whenyou didn’t want to talk to me about this cursethat had been put on you all because you were trying to protect me—and when you started hanging out withonly Rose more and more, Ithought—w-well, what else was Isupposed to think?!”
Guilt dropped heavily into Sorey’s stomach, a cold and sinking stone.
“It’s not like you to be angry or hold a grudge at anything. I know that,more than anyone. But I guess I was still…” Suddenly, sharply, Mikleo shook hishead. His face grew tighter. His eyes snapped to Sorey’s. “No, what I thoughtdoesn’t matter. I want to help, Sorey. I know I messed up by getting you inthis mess, so I want to make this right by getting you out of it. Let me helpyou.”
Sorey’s back straightened quickly. Alarm blared through his mind; hishead swam. “But—“ What could he say?
“—let me finish, Sorey,” Mikleorepeated, his gaze unwavering. His hands freed themselves from the Shepherd’scloak and raised to the young man’s cheeks, cupping them with a suddenreverence. “Even if you don’t like me as much as you used to, please, let me help. I still care about you, okay? I still—”
“—Mikleo—“
“—I love you, Sorey.”
Sorey’s heart skipped a beat.
A soft gasp escaped him. His eyes widened.
For one surreal moment, time seemed to stand still; all life stoppedbreathing, stopped existing, stopped turning just for one small moment when Sorey stared into Mikleo’seyes and something loosened deep in his chest.
“W…” Sorey found himself unable to breathe for an entirely differentreason than the bright blue petals now encircling them, lying in stark contrastto the deep red earth of Biroclef Ridge. “…what did you say…?”
Mikleo’s eyes shut tight with a wince. His hands slowly pulled away fromSorey’s face. “I said…I said ‘I love you.’”
Silence drifted between them.
Mikleo didn’t dare open his eyes. “I’m…I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have saidthat. I know that puts you in a bad positi—“
He didn’t get the chance to finish.
Soft lips pressed to his own in a messy kiss. They tasted something likehydrangeas and lavender and Mikleo gasped into it, electricity shooting throughhim. His eyes shot open.
Sorey’s hands had latched themselves into his shirt.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Mikleo found his own hands wandering back firstto Sorey’s cloak, and then his shoulders. They gripped tight the fabric theycould find, fingers digging and holding. One hand slid up to cup a tanned cheek.
They parted too soon.
“S-Sorey…?” Mikleo licked his lips; he could still taste Sorey on them.
The human before him chuckled, something warm, soft, and husky that madeMikleo shiver for reasons he couldn’t fully name. “I guess I’m not the onlyidiot here if you honestly think I would have eyes for anyone else but you.”
Amaranthine looked to emerald. “So Rose isn’t—“
“—not in a million years.” Sorey’s grin was too wide to be a lie. Mikleofound himself easing into his hands as they slid around the small of his back.“I’ll explain it all later. I’m sorry I couldn’t have told you earlier, but now,you more than anyone deserve to know what’s been going on.”
Mikleo nodded. His eyes drifted down to the petals still lying aroundtheir legs; a theater of flowers for the stage of their little ‘budding’romance. Lailah would be proud of thatone. “I imagine it’s quite a story.” He raised his gaze to Sorey’s eyesagain, growing serious once more. “Do you promise to let me in, too, this time?I can help. I’ll do everything I can to help you get better, Sorey. We can lookthis curse up in the libraries we’ve visited; there’s got to be something inthere on how to cure—“
“—Mikleo,” Sorey said, with a smile on his face that could rival the sun.“As far as I’m concerned, you’ve already cured me.”
Skepticism painted itself on pale, porcelain features. Mikleo raised athin eyebrow. “Is this from one of your awful poems?”
“No,” Sorey stifled a laugh.
“Is this you playing the ‘strong’ card again?”
“No,” Sorey repeated and laughed again. “This is me finally telling youthe truth.”
He leaned forward and kissed Mikleo again, bringing their bodies as closetogether as he could. A clear wind whistled through the canyon and swept up theremains of flower petals around them. It tossed them into the sky.
#zestiria#sormik#sorey#mikleo#mod krissey writes a thing#fanfic#emetophobia w /#prbly because it's hanahaki au i mean watcha gonna do#if this needs to be tagged with anything more lemme know I will for sure do so!!#mod krissey
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overwatch:
Favorite character: probably mei !!
Second favorite character: a tie between genji & d.va tbh?
Least favorite character: hmmmmmmmm not sure? i don’t care about winston all that much ,,
The character I’m most like: i have no idea ,
Favorite pairing: mchanzo
Least favorite pairing: idk many ow ships so ??
Favorite moment: every moment mei exists is a good moment
Rating out of 10: 8/10 ,, i love the game but unfortunately i am terrible at it
toz:
Favorite character: SOREY ….
Second favorite character: rose!
Least favorite character: maltran probably ,,
The character I’m most like: Hi I Am The Actual Mikleo And
Favorite pairing: sormik literally cured my depression
Least favorite pairing: i’ve seen people ship zaveid and edna and im like ????? why ? why are some of y’all nasty
Favorite moment: when sorey gets punched in the face by rose i love him but listen i was dying of laughter. also the scene where they pretend to be a married couple almost reduced me to tears
Rating out of 10: 100000/10 it certaintly has flaws but it’s my favorite game so i’m emotionally attached to it
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For the personal Asks, how about 14, 23 (I'm going to be mean and specify favourite video game song tho), and 42!
14: Birthday?
July 12th every goddamn year
23: Favourite video game song?
Oh, this one is hard. I'm like constantly listening to different Tales of openings from time to time, they are great. I listen to certain soundtracks of games in general because they are relaxing (e.g. Competing with the Honor of the Land from Zesty, this one really did it to me, or the ones from that really old Wii game Rune Factory Frontier which was one of the first I played and I spent a good 1000+ hours on, brings back good memories)
But All of You and Memory of the Lost from Code Vein also did it to me aasfhjgashjf (just like the game, we aren't talking about my playtime) and a bunch of Soundtracks from games like Dark Souls or Xenoblade Chronicles
So, don't make me choose ahsjgasdj Video game music is great
42: Are you okay?
People usually ask this hoping the other answers with no and gives an explanation, right? So uuuh, tw suicidal ideation for everything below the cut?
Surprisingly, I'm not okay. I just recently had dreams in which I kill myself in every way imaginable and I'd be drawing vent art right now if I weren't busy hiding my mental state by playing PS3 games with my mom.
Usually my self-depreciation comes from me thinking not writing = bad author = not worth it as a person and to be fair, that's probably one of the things going on right now as I've been writing less the past.. week or so.
But I also just generally feel like absolute shit right now as I was harshly reminded of how little I managed in life so far. Do you have to earn the right to live? Video games tell you no, but really, you have to earn money in order to survive and I ain't even managing that ajsghdfsgajf If I didn't have a partner and parents I doubt I'd even have a home right now.
So, long story short, I'm on a downwards train right now. If my fanfics stop updating just assume I killed myself.
(My problem is called social anxiety and yes I am visiting psychiatrists and stuff but sometimes I just don't think my troubles important enough to tell them)
#ask#ask game#mikleo-cures-my-depression#hi this got a lot darker than it should have#thanks for stopping by in my inbox though#tw suicide#tw mental illness#for the last one#it's under a cut though#so y'all are save
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Ok first off before we get to the actual ask I have just realised I have absolutely no clue who your favourite Zestiria character is, so... which Zesty character is your favourite? :>
And for the actual tales game ask, Tales of Graces f with questions 8 and 10!!
Hmmm, I think my favourite zesty character must be Mikleo. I tend to dump horrible things at my favs and that's probably the reason Winterkind exists xD
Nah, it's just that he reminds me of myself a lot in the way he acts but at the same time I love his character development and the relationship he has with Sorey. I just like Mikleo, okay xD
Now for Graces!!
8 - favorite town/city/area
Hmmm, I think I'd say Lhant, it just grew dear to me with how much time is spent in there and all the beautiful moments (and the less beautiful ones as well, guess it's just the amount of diverse memories you make here). It's the place the main characters grew up in and you also notice how much Asbel really loves his hometown, so yeah, I guess I share his sentiment. The fact that you can get a cat following you around if you finish one side quest is also a nice bonus xD
But I also like Barona, for similar reasons. And Lhant Hill - and this place is also really, really beautiful. I mean, come on, an awesome flower meadow with a single tree at a steep cliff, who wouldn't love this kind of place!
10 - favourite music track
Easy xD the piano version of the opening! Really, that one did things to me I can't explain in words, it just hit differently.
Thanks for your questions!! This was really fun :D
#ask#ask game#mikleo-cures-my-depression#tales of graces#tales of zestiria#tog#toz#These games are easily my fav tales titles atm#Thanks for stopping by in my inbox again!!
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This is quite the eccentric combination of colours, but plum, mahogany and olive as well :>
aaaww thanks!! I love you too, okay??
Plum - Heh, yeah, probably. I mean, I try to have a normal sleeping schedule, but I honestly can't say it's working.
Olive - Leetol froggy o: man, it's been some time since I saw some little froggies in person
Mahogany - Well, I mean, like - outside of fanfiction ideas I'm actually really uncreative, horribly so even xD
But I will gladly ramble for hours (if I ever find something to ramble about xD)
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What Tumblr day of the week are you?
Well I’m torn between saying Sea Slug Saturday and Chikorita Chuesday, so you can just be both :>. Also the last part of Miku Monday
aww thank you
This honestly feels so accurate hahaha
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I want to know more about you too! So how about 9, 12, 28, 31 and 90 :>
Paaaaav! Gosh, the joy it brings me to see you showing up in my inbox!!
9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?
Absolutely! I constantly get songs stuck in my head and then sing lines out loud when I think no one is listening. I also just casually sing along to my favourite songs when they come up in my Playlists.
12: what's your favorite planet?
Good question, I don't really spend a lot of time thinking about planets. I mean, earth is pretty neat because it's habitable for so many amazing species but the other planets seem pretty cool as well? My partner is all for outer space and keeps ranting to me about it - I guess that's what I love most about it xD
28: sunrise or sunset?
B-both? Both are absolutely stunning to look at, I could spend hours doing so. Yeah, maybe I'm a romantic xD
31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.
Oh, I love talking about socks! I'm absolutely horrible with them, I just grab two socks out of my drawer and put them on so I end up with two totally different socks more often than not. I love weird socks! I have kinda small feet so I can wear all the funny socks that maayy be for 'bigger children' (let's face it, I'm just a child in an adult body tbh). I have socks with smilies, cats, pusheen, mustaches - man, I love funky socks. And yes, most of the time I sleep with my socks, but only because I'm too lazy to get out of them. I just fall into bed and don't care about anything xD
90: talk about one of your favorite cities
Hmm, hard one. I'm.. not really well traveled, actually. I live in a kinda small town in Germany. I also tend to... not really form an opinion of a city outside of "yeah, been there" xD
I was in Berlin once, years ago and they had kinda neat icecream. I was in Dresden once, there's a lot of interesting things to see there.
I was in Paris with my dad, and again, amazing icecream. (I tend to get lucky with the weather xD) Also saw the Notre Dame before it went up in flames.
I was in London as part of a school excursions. Actually really nice, I enjoyed it there (even though we didn't stay long)
Was in Italy a few times, saw Pompeii. But... the harsh sun makes it kinda hard to enjoy with my skin condition.
#ask#mikleo-cures-my-depression#ask game#shadow rambles#Aaaa this was fun#Thanks for the questions!!
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#yeah maybe I should do more with the things in my head than just keep them there SHADOW DON'T TELL ME YOU HAVE TRAUMATISED HEAD PEOPLE AND CRAZY HEAD ADVENTURES TOO?!!1?!11!!1 And if not... welp looks like only one of us has their sanity lol.
Yeah, I actually have a bunch of OCs for a different fandom (that are either completely in my head or their stories are at least), some drabbles I meant to write at some point and a bunch of character designs that I don't have a story to at all that I will probably never draw because drawing even small doodles takes hours for my inexperienced hands ashjgfs
I don't have anything remotely original though xD only fandom works in this head
#ask#mikleo-cures-my-depression#oc#ocs#my stupid head ideas#there's so much in my head but so little motivation and energy in this body#if I could only write while I sleep
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You changed your thing :o... it used to be "I took a online break for some time but now I'm back?" and now it's "Icecream and depression", which, tbh, is a mood, but now it's just the ice-cream part for me ;). Anyway I caught the change I thought I would let you know ^^. Also I am aware I am no substitute for a therapist but like I said earlier, if you want A Random StrangerTM to vent to, I exist it's practically all I'm good for as a human being
Hehe, yeah, I tend to change things around when I'm feeling down and Icecream and depression just fit together really well xD It's nice to know you noticed and even if you're only a stranger on the internet your words really mean a lot to me! You're an amazing person, your headcanon posts are great, your art is cute and your comments for my fics/chapters always make me smile!
#shadow rambles#ask#mikleo-cures-my-depression#it really warmed my heart that you decided to come into my inbox to tell me this#so thank you#maybe it's just been a bad week#fictober starts soon and I'm actually really excited to post stuff#but if I ever feel really down maybe I'll take you up on that offer#sometimes I feel better talking to someone who's not my therapist#but just your offer alone makes me feel better#it's good to know people care
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Oh hi, it's me again, back with a vengeance for Fictober 2021 with yet again another request. You can probably guess, but it's going to be Tales of Zestiria with a side of prompt number 14: "Your information was wrong", coated in sweet sormik fluff to break away from the angst that is your Winterkind fic ;). Oh and school holidays are coming up for me so if you want me to do one for you than I'm happy to oblige, hit me up in the notes or my AMA! I really need to improve my writing skills :o
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Hi there, this answer is like, late but I had a lot to do. Now that the new update is out I might focus on fictober for a while so there's where your request comes in! I think I already have a good idea!!
As for something for you to write - wouldn't it be fun to do the same prompt and see the different ideas we end up with? That or something Sormik with prompt number 5: “I’m not saying I told you so…”, that sounds like a fun one!
#shadow rambles#ask#mikleo-cures-my-depression#sormik#fictober#heee this is gonna be fun#hmmm winterkind will probably not have an update next week#though that heavily depends on how good I'm progressing with fictober xD
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Did you know that I'm so interested in what happens next in your Winterkind fic that I dreamt a continuation to it in my head when I slept last night? Basically Sorey remembered he was Sorey and was not happy with Meebo for attempting to cover up his identity... which in pure angst culminates into a... fight scene? But the worst part is, just like you, my brain leaves it on a cliffhanger hhhnhgnkkjh why :o. Anyway thoughts on this occurrence??
First of all, I'll have you know this ask is probably part of the reason I'm not sleeping at 2am xD I just couldn't get this out of my head!
Hearing that you dreamt a continuation to my fic makes me so happy! Like, that only happens to me when I'm really invested in a fic so this is like.. such a great achievment for me!
Now, about your scenario.. There certainly is a good chance they would get into an arguement over it. Or - and we have angst playing here because we all love that good old angst - what if they didn't talk about it at all? And they just let their anger built up.. all that pent up rage energy's gotta go somewhere. Especially with what else is to be revealed in the future asjhadgajd
It's all fun and games until someone gets.. horribly hurt, isn't it?
Also! I absolutely love how your brain decided to end it on a cliffhanger as well. It has already been dragged into Shadow's cliffhanger hell completely!
#ask#mikleo-cures-my-depression#winterkind ask#sormik#I like this alternate take on it!#the angst is everywhere#shadow rambles#it's 2:30 in the goddamn morning I should not be allowed to sit at a keyboard#I don't know how to tag anymore#(I hope this makes sense)
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Fictober Day 14: “Your information was wrong.” as requested by @mikleo-cures-my-depression! hope you like it!!
Title: Vögel aus Wasser
Fandom: Tales of Zestiria; Pairing: Sorey/Mikleo
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: In between the Shepherd's duties the group decides it's time for a break and two ruin nerds use their chance to go explore the near forest that's supposed to have a ruin.
#fictober21#sormik#sorey#mikleo#sorey x mikleo#mikleo x sorey#toz#tales of zestiria#my writing#shadow writes#request#hey look its shadow again with the fricking german titles
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@mikleo-cures-my-depression actually, you're getting this one because I'm feeling generous today (evil laughing in the background)
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