I'm cool, I'm chill, I'm dark. I carry knives, wear leather jackets, drink straight whiskey and hunt for cryptids in graveyards at night, I am fearless. Bold. Brave. Fear me, cryptids, I will-
*mildly suspicious noise*
That's my cue to McFreakin' bolt goodbye
In which Sorey and Mikleo spend a night together under the stars, grappling with the truth about their own origin story within the Origin Village, and Mikleo finds that when the stars offer him no solace, maybe the strong arms of a green-eyed Shepherd can.
They sit in the quiet of their bedroom in Loghrin until
Mikleo says he wants to see the stars. Sorey walks with him, leaving his
Shepherd’s cloak and the other seraphim and squire of their party behind, and
the two exit the inn and the walls of the small desert city and tread into the
Sorey has a brief thought when Mikleo lays down that he
should complain about getting sand in his clothes. But it never quite leaves
his throat. Sorey lies down beside his friend and stares up at the night sky—a
deep and dark velvet filled with as many stars as there are emotions, maybe
more than they’ve ever realized—and somehow, he can’t help but feel humbled.
“You…know that thing we hear some people say? About how
maybe the loved ones we’ve lost are watching us from the stars?”