Mikleo’s hand always feels so small in his, but it’s always perfect. Holding it is such a simple gesture, but the warmth and affection he feels from it speaks volumes to him.
Just like their relationship. They never needed words. Everything they did spoke more volume than any actions ever could.
To Sorey, that was perfect.
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Mikleo watches when Sorey becomes the Shepherd. He came on this journey to support Sorey. He came with him to help. In reality, he wasn’t so selfless. In reality, he knows that home wouldn’t feel like home anymore without Sorey in it.
In reality, he doesn’t want to be left behind.
The moment that Sorey had left their home, it had felt too empty without him in it.
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“Wow, Mikleo! Your hair got so long!”
There’s light laughter that sounds through the room – their room – when he feels hands move to undo ponytail. “You say that like you just noticed.” He teases lightly, purple-colored eyes smiling as he looks towards the Shepherd.
Sorey’s lips purse together in a slight pout. “Geez. Of course I noticed before. –I was more surprised to see how you changed. We’re the same height now!”
Mikleo’s question hangs on his tongue. He wasn’t surprised to find him? Then again, he knew. He knew that no matter how they were separated, they would find one another again.
That was how it had always been. Their fates were intertwined – and no matter what, they would be together. Just like this.