The Red King

[lionhearrt]

Who: Mikoto + Open
What: Ra's Temple exploded, again. (3rd time!)
When: September 20
Where: Ra's Temple
Summary: Izumo is gone. Mikoto didn't take it well. 


a. Amid the rubble lies the god of the sun burning brightly as his namesake. The flames have yet to die down and the black keeps spreading, but it's not blight that mars his skin as Mikoto struggles to get the red aura under control.


b. Mikoto sits amid the rubble looking exhausted as white flames burn brightly from the palm of his hands as the god heals the burn marks.


c. Healing is an exhausting task, if anyone approaches him after he's healed they'll find Mikoto trying to get up and failing. He's about ready to pass out.


d. Wildcard - Go wild. Make up your own scenario. Catch him at anytime before he passes out or after he wakes up! OTA! 

Comments

[lionhearrt]

[ By the time Eric arrives, Mikoto has gotten his powers under control. Amid the field of rubble, Mikoto sits alone on a pile of rubble healing himself. A white flame engulfs his hand and the god lets it burn away the black. The burn marks slowly recede under his ministrations but the work is slow and draining, so much so that the god doesn't sense Eric's approach until he hears that question. His clansman's familiar voice has him raising his head and gold eyes stare back at blue. His current condition is easy to decode, it's all in his eyes. Tired, restless and cold. ]

.....

[redstray]

[ Seeing the look, the exhaustion, Eric begins to realize something big happened. The burned down place waa one thing, but Mikoto didn't look happy, it didn't sit well with him.

Eric was still cautious as he went closer to him, enough that he was in arms length. He stayed silent, studying the older man. Not sure if he would get an answer or even if he would be swatted away to let the man be alone, he decided on something. A couple steps and some kicking of some rubble, Eric managed to sit beside Mikoto, albeit in not thebmost comfortable position bu he's had worse. ]

Could call Nanako...or Hitsugaya. They can help patch you.

[ He wasn't sure what else to say but he couldn't offer much help besides that. ]

[lionhearrt]

[ The cleansing fire never wavers even as Eric sits beside him and offers the names. The burns slowly disappear under the fire but the process is slow, yet it's the only healing Mikoto is willing to accept. ]

No need.

[redstray]

[ Eric glances at the burns, an unsettling feeling forms in his stomach and he looks away. They weren't healing very fast, but if Mikoto didn't want extra help that was his problem. ]

Okay.

[ He sits in silence beside him, not sure what else to do. He could ask what happened but Mikoto didn't have the best record of explaining things. So, for now at least, he'll sit beside him. A bit of company, right? Mikoto wasn't pushing him away yet, so must be some kind of good sign ]

[lionhearrt]

[ He doesn't need to talk for Mikoto to feel comforted by him. Just by having one of his clansmen here, especially when he doesn't remember him is more than enough. He doesn't turn him away, or tell him to leave and simply continues healing the deep rooted burns taking comfort from the silent presence by his side. ]

[redstray]

[ Eric sits there, looking around at the burnt mess below them. Some parts still seemed to be smoking, there was nothing to salvage out of this ppace. Was thos the third...or fourth time this place burned down? Somehow this one felt different. ]

Quite a mess, huh

[ He was speaking softly, mostly to himself, he wasn't exoecting a reply. Seemed like the more Mikoto healed, the more tired he looked. Didn't someone say he could pass out if he healed too much? ]

[lionhearrt]

[ The cleansing fire was different from his red aura. It drained him. While he embodied chaos and destruction, the white flame put things back in order, healed. It was the polar opposite who and what he was and so using it drained him. The more he uses it, the more tired he seems, but at least the burn marks begin to fade under its touch, one by one. ]

It'll fix itself.

[ Just like him. His temple didn't need anyone's interference, it was made to survive the god housed within. But Eric was right... This time, it wasn't the same. This time he wouldn't fully repair itself like before. ]

[redstray]

Guess so...

[ It had been rebuilt before, so it will be rebuilt again. Guess being a God made sure you weren't templeless for very long.

He stays silent for a bit more, waiting before most of Mikoto's burns were healed. He wanted to ask, and if he didnt't answer that was fine. But at least he tried. ]

What...made you go off this time?

[lionhearrt]

[ The question lingers in the air between them, the white flames keep burning and after a long pause, Mikoto finally speaks. ]

Izumo's gone.

[redstray]

[ Hr was expecting an off hand comment, maybe how he just woke up hating everything. But hearing those two words there was no play there, only a heavy weight that Eric felt crash into his whole body. ]

W-wh...[ He swallowed, trying to remove the rock that had come into his throat. ] what?

[ His body reacted faster than his mind could. Because that didn't make sense. Izumo wasn't gone he was always around somewhere. Why was the world getting blurry? No, no this was just something else...right? ]

[lionhearrt]

[ There's a hand on his shoulder, the white flame moving over him, soothing in its own way without the need for Mikoto to talk. To explain. ]

[redstray]

[ He jumps when the hand goes to his shoulder, startled by the action. He didn't think Mikoto would try and comfort him. The hand only solidified what he had thought.

He shakes his head, tears falling from the force. ]/small>

N-no...he was.. he was suppose to visit...

[ His voice cracked, not being able to come out anymore. Izumo was going to visit his temple, see the kittens and puppy...meet Ren. No wonder Mikoto burned down the place...Eric wanted to scream and hit things too. But he sat there, beginning to tremble. ]

O-oh...

[lionhearrt]

[ He nudges his head down to press against his shoulder in a roundabout hug that was more Mikoto drawing him closer as a means of silent comfort. ]

[redstray]

[ Eric tenses when he feels the hand on hisbhead but he conplies nonetheless, feeling Mikoto's shoulder and an arm wrapped around him a little.

It just made his statement all the more real.

Izumo was gone.

He sobbed, not being able to hold it in anymore. One of his hands gripped Mikoto's shirt as he cried. It hurt. It hurt so much. ]

[lionhearrt]

[ The tears weren't as bad as the sound that accompany them. It's been a long time since he's been in this position. Yet here, he has no one else to pass him too leaving him with the sole responsibility of consoling him. It's not something he's good at but it's something even he knows he should do, wants to do. Whatever their bond here, Mikoto can no more turn his back on him than he could stop himself from burning down the temple. It's instinct, subconscious in its execution. At least, that's how it feels when he lays a hand down the blond hair in comforting silence as Eric grips his shirt without restraint while tears soak into the fabric. The act itself is raw enough for Mikoto to give in to his heart and let it take its course. He doesn't try to stop him or comfort him with words but simply stays there, a silent pillar of support as he pours out his heart without restraint, letting him express emotions Mikoto could never indulge in. That's what it meant to be a King. The Red King. Confined to this little world, unable to even mourn the loss of his friend without risking the lives of those around him. So he let Eric indulge from the depths of his heart, let himself mourn through him, just like he'd mourned Totsuka's death with Anna, Mikoto mourned Izumo through Eric. ]

[redstray]

[ He stays like that for a few minutes. Letting out tears and small sobs and whimpers. He hadn't been expecting the hand and comfort from Mikoto, but for now he was grateful, it put him more at ease then he thought it would.

After awhile Eric sits up a bit, rubbing his eyes as he's trying to stop. He felt a bit embarrassed and guilty, using Mikoto as a crying pillow almost... ]

I...

[ He wanted to apologize but the rock in his throat was preventing him from talking. His voice felt heavy too somehow. He opened it again before he shut it, looking away as he rubbed his eyes. ]

s-sor...sorry

[lionhearrt]

Hm.

[ Is all he says as he lets Eric pull himself together at his own pace. Though, he keeps the hand on top of his head. ]