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]

[ 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. ]