[His fuchsia eyes are still as beautiful as he remembers. More so in that he's seeing them for real, but... bad thoughts. Sorey isn't completely sure that there isn't someone else in Mikleo's life. The man deserves whoever he wants to bring him the joy he deserves, even if it's not Sorey.
Still, seeing how watery his eyes are, the brunet reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handkerchief, offering it to Mikleo. He's... learned to carry them around, just in case.]
Heh, I don't know where we left off, to be honest. I think it'd be a disservice to ourselves if we continue to live as if we were in the past. [Yet, he's still smiling.] Let's get to know each other as we are. I want you in my life, absolutely, but I want to learn who you are in this life. I want to celebrate your differences from the seraph I knew.
[A touch of sadness reaches his green eyes.]
I mean, it's only fair, isn't it? I'm sure I'm not exactly the Sorey you remember. I was born Slade Shepard in London, after all, not Sorey from Elysia.
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Still, seeing how watery his eyes are, the brunet reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handkerchief, offering it to Mikleo. He's... learned to carry them around, just in case.]
Heh, I don't know where we left off, to be honest. I think it'd be a disservice to ourselves if we continue to live as if we were in the past. [Yet, he's still smiling.] Let's get to know each other as we are. I want you in my life, absolutely, but I want to learn who you are in this life. I want to celebrate your differences from the seraph I knew.
[A touch of sadness reaches his green eyes.]
I mean, it's only fair, isn't it? I'm sure I'm not exactly the Sorey you remember. I was born Slade Shepard in London, after all, not Sorey from Elysia.