This Is Yours

"This Is Yours" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread started on [IRL DATE] and finished on [IRL DATE].
==Summary==
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==Full Text==
Milae and Juro’s excursion to the Bookkeepers ancestral home was followed by an unusual day of the goat’s absence, having left very early in the morning to run errands for some of the Rebellion captains in the area, but there was a small note left on the table, to be found whenever Juro would wake, in Milae’s distinctive blocky handwriting, and an iron pot hanging over the fire pit of gently smoldering coals, keeping a healthy-sized breakfast warm inside. 
The note was headed by something he could only assume was his name or title, as it was in a bit of a chicken-scratch language, but the rest of it was in Aidorinian:
I will be out for most of the day, but if you’ll meet me under the tree where I asked you again, I’d like to discover more with you this evening.
It was unsigned, but there was a spool of bright blue thread on the corner, as a paperweight for the light parchment.
akkeyagentofhelheim
Despite the travel to Chuugo to Nippon then back to Aidorin taking a lot out of the Bookkeeper, on top of the multitude of emotional revelations and magical experiments, Juro managed to wake by midmorning, unable to stay still for too long. Seeing what was left for him filled his chest with that same beaming affection, and although meals were never of any importance to him, he found himself sitting down properly and taking his time to eat, content in being alone but feeling the least lonely he’d ever been, as he finished the meal appreciatively. He reread the note so many times that by the end of breakfast he had practically memorized it down to the last textured detail, scooped up both note and spool to pocket it, then cleaned up before leaving for his own day.
There was a slight apprehension when he arrived at the outside of the Jaw later that evening. It wouldn’t have been his first choice to meet anyone, especially with the past two experiences in relation to the specific location, which was now distinctly divided between completely barren and not, but he’d rather there than anywhere crowded.
His step was light as he approached the fated sapling, “Milae?”
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The ambient, fading summer sun revealed a half-breed leaned up against the base of the tree, neck curled, hooves splayed out across the grass still littered with some light rubble from the fight with Frigga. He appeared to be dozing, but upon hearing his name being called, he sniffed and lifted his head, shaking his ears in embarrassment as he blinked up at Juro. The elation in his eyes was clear.
“Ah, he is here.” He stuck the base of his staff in the ground to help him sit up straight. “Apologies, I was gone quite early and walked quite a lot. I hope your day was more refreshing.”
akkeyagentofhelheim
“Just some light bookkeeping,” he joined him on the ground across from him, similar to how they met in the same place weeks ago, although this time switched and much closer. His usual grin was displayed on his face, but there was a tilt to his head, “Will you be alright?”
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“Oh, of course.” Milae waved his hoof, pulling in his legs to cross them underneath himself. “What about you? Are you well?”
akkeyagentofhelheim
He was quick to nod, then slid his gaze to the side for a moment as if double checking, before bringing it back to the half breed, “Still slightly fatigued, but I think it’s slowly improving.” 
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Setting his staff aside, Milae lifted his arms and quickly squeezed his cloven fingers in and out, in an endearing, permissive gesture. “May I look? I haven’t gotten to see your markings very closely.” He tried to mute the excitement and curiosity from the process of figuring out what exactly it was that Juro had access to. It reminded him of the early days of experimenting with seidr.
akkeyagentofhelheim
He couldn’t help mirroring the energy, despite the attempts at hiding it, as he began to roll up a sleeve, but thought the better of it and took off a layer of clothing at a time.
“It goes up a good chunk of my right side,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt to expose his whole right torso, slipping off the elbow length glove. Even in the disappearing light, the fine white lines were stark against his skin, crawling in jarring intervals from his smudged fingers up to one side of his chest, fading when it reached his clavicle and his abdomen, barely touching across the discolouration beneath his sternum. He flex his fingers and they seemed to reflect in the golden rays, cracked in a such a way that was like his body was broken then put together again, “The ones on my leg reach to my mid thigh.”
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The dark auburn of Milae’s scarred fur contrasted against Juro’s pale cracks, both arms full of life and strong despite appearing broken. “Fascinating…” He held his wrist right up to his nose, tracing them with a thumb and trying to determine their makeup. “And do they ever feel like anything? Like channels for magic, or blockages, or anything of that nature?”
akkeyagentofhelheim
He bent the held wrist to tap his fingers lightly on Milae’s snout, a playful smirk dancing on his face, before turning thoughtful as he considered what he knew so far, “I can always feel the amplification, no matter how weak or slow it may be, but that’s always concentrated here.” He motioned towards his chest with his other hand distractedly, then continued, “I haven’t really noticed it anywhere else until you pointed it out yesterday, but–ちょっと待って.” Just a second.
He said it experimentally, and another buzzing flared out, although now that Juro was paying attention and knew what to expect, they felt the energy more clearly, swirling around the lines as it escaped outwards. His grin widened, tapping his fingers again, “Oh it worked now. I tried again last night before bed but nothing happened.”
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“But you can’t fully control it,” Milae murmured decisively, squeezing his fingers before lowering them into his lap. “Even if you can’t, I wonder if because of these, you’re able to do anything significantly magical now.”
He settled back a bit. The air was cooling now as the last light slipped below the distant hills of the Scrublands. “My knowledge isn’t of your type of magic, but I doubt anyone’s is.” He had a flashback of standing in the breaking waves of Juro’s magic unleashed, feeling like if he got any closer, he would simply be dissolved in it’s power. Milae shook himself and pointed curiously at the discolored marking at the center of his abdomen. “You say you can sense the energy stored within? What does it feel like? More importantly, how does it feel like it is being kept?”
“My handlers could’ve probably enlightened us, but I think they’re dead,” a wry laugh escaped him, then shook his head with a sigh, thinking carefully how best to explain.
“Imagine as if this body was an empty container. It’s absorbed right here, but instead of staying put, it pulses and grows at intervals, hitting the walls, and since I’m made to house the energy on purpose, it returns to the center, this time doubled and tripled. It cycles through that motion, like an echo chamber, constantly bouncing back and amplifying, except it’s limitless, and never ending. That’s the vibrations I can feel. It was most noticeable when I was a kid. With the lock, and now with… whatever’s happened to me, it’s not as pronounced, varying at different levels, but it’s still there, doing the same thing.”
His hands slowly curled around his hooves, “When I said I couldn’t use it, I wasn’t fully lying. With that much energy, it takes my body everything it could to keep it inside, and would’ve still broken eventually after 30, 40 years. Members of the Shou family don’t live for very long,” he grinned humourlessly, “Having someone else to manipulate the energy was the easiest way to utilize all of this, which was…” He trailed off while staring at their hands.
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“Mmm.”
Milae squinted for a minute longer at his hands, and then he deftly stood, sandwiching Juro’s hands between his hooves and tugging him to his feet. “Dewch yma, dewch yma, come here. I want to see something. Do you trust me?”
akkeyagentofhelheim
Juro was almost to his feet when he asked, and the Bookkeeper couldn’t help but hesitate. It was the subconscious disconnect between heart and voice once more, blocked by trauma and walls built by his past, defensive, protective against such a heavy burden that had hurt him too deeply, and twisted his face into the same confusion and uncertainty lately. But it passed, in his way of sorting through his thoughts, as he stared down at Milae, who let him, wanted him to be by his side, valued him for who he fully was, a friend that he could wholeheartedly love.
His smile became so gentle, and vulnerable, “I trust you completely.”
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He nodded firmly, noting the initial hesitation, and holding him reassuringly in return. “It is easy enough. This way.”
And the half-breed walked away from the lone tree that had survived so much towards the clean border of two completely separate landscapes, several dozen yards away. On their side, it was ordinary, if somewhat battered, tall grass and thick earth. On the other, it almost seemed like a massive deity had taken to the earth with a spade, attempting to till every last mile that they could see. The ground was overturned with huge piles of dirt and stone, most vegetation had been long eliminated besides a few new patches of hopeful grass, and the whole plain looked like the moment of a writhing ocean frozen in a sculpture of earth. It was quite a sight to behold, more troubling than fascinating for those that knew its origins.
Milae stepped closer, keeping a hold of Juro as he did, bringing him slowly closer to this separation, and stopped before they crossed it. If they could both survive the palace’s ruin, they could behold this destruction as well. “It is… unbelievable, isn’t it?” he said softly. His hoof tapped the ground left whole in front of them. “Do you remember what was here, Juro? What protected the land behind us, and kept those not of this fight away?”
akkeyagentofhelheim
He exhaled thinly as he surveyed the scenery, breeze soft and cool against the collar of his shirt that he slipped back over a shoulder, recalling explosions of light against dark and surges of magic that wreaked the land. “The Warden,” he said carefully, still keeping his gaze before him, “Her barrier?”
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“Yes.” Milae rotated to face him, holding both of his hands tightly. “I want you to stay there, close your eyes, and picture that barrier, just as it was. A wall, keeping the possibility of danger on one side, and keeping safety on the other.” As he spoke, he slowly let go and started to pace backwards, one hoof at a time, into the destroyed terrain. “But instead of the Warden’s wall, I want you to look inward and imagine what kind of wall it is that is built inside of you, the barriers of the container keeping your energy contained, as you described. It could look like anything.” He stopped moving, sounding as though he were standing about three paces away from the Bookkeeper. “Whatever it appears as, see it in front of you, keeping us apart.”
akkeyagentofhelheim
“Keep us apart–”
Juro had managed to keep himself collected when Milae released him, but the further instructions sent a sudden wave of nerves over him as he moved to peek one exposed eye open, hands hovered and frozen in panic, “W-wait. I don’t, uh…”
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Milae raised his hooves in a calming manner, looking him right in the eye. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Do you trust me?”
akkeyagentofhelheim
His brow furrowed, but he stopped where he was, returning the gaze as he steadied himself, stiff hands slowly lowering with a small nod, “I trust you.” Gloved fingers interlocked with cracked, ink stained ones as Juro stood straighter, closing his eyes to follow what Milae told him to do.
Nothing happened for a while. The sky darkened further above them, stars twinkling into appearance, the continuously cool evening wind picking up and dying down around them at intervals, while he concentrated on the hum that was consistently inside him his entire life. He tried to visualize whatever it was that kept the magic within, as per Milae’s direction, the tiny buzzing ball of energy in his center, that pulsed outwards like a very deliberate, laboured heartbeat, until it reached whatever walls it was that was made of him, echoing on its edges in what he noticed was almost a rippling effect, blocking the vibrations in distorted swirls until they doubled and returned.
Like Virion… As if in response, the familiar sounds of a portal hum streaked around them, but there was no split in space. Instead, there was a soft billow of outward energy around their feet, bending the grass on one side from the breeze that came along with it, then a hazy, almost indiscernible light, shifting between the same blues and golds and whites. It twisted before Milae, illuminating the Bookkeeper a little more clearly even beneath the shadows, curling around his right side, then to the ground between them, right at the line that Milae had indicated. It shot out in a line on both sides, streaks of swirling energy, colours turning and space warping, an attempt at a translucent, protective barrier made of light and air that separated them.
But as quick as it materialized, it sputtered and disappeared, and Juro shifted where he stood, eyes still closed, hum persisting, the crease in his forehead deepening.
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Oh…!
Milae’s eyes widened at the sight, shocked and excited to already be seeing things this early. But he kept his voice steady. “Alright, good. Now, this imaginary barrier will keep you from me for now, but it will also be your visualization for how this all works.
"That power within, is you. Held behind one side of this wall, this obstruction that was either willingly or unwillingly placed, fulfilling a limited potential. This line in front of you, representing the boundaries of both your body and mind.” He put a hoof to his chest, even though Juro couldn’t see him. “As for myself…I am a result you are striving to achieve. A way of affecting the world that you want to willingly catalyze. Try to stretch out for me, but don’t move your feet. See if I am within reach.” Milae had already ensured that he was out of arm’s reach. “Focus on the metaphor while you do.”
akkeyagentofhelheim
The Bookkeeper frowned, still a quiet bundle of nerves, but he kept with it, concentrating again on the separation. What Milae said reminded him of chains, threads, the other bookkeepers. It was there from within, extending outwards to sense who, where, and how each one was, the one thing he could do easily, so he tried to mirror that. 
Again it was the same imagery of swirling power, following the paths indicated, but instead of reaching where Milae stood, it slowed right between them at the flickering barrier, losing momentum and energy, dissipating in almost like a mist and scattering in the air above and beside them, but never actually making it to the half breed. Juro grit his teeth and opened his eyes slowly, the humming clouded around his temples as he brought his hands closer to him, “It’s like… I can’t see, I can’t find you…”
“It’s because of this wall, isn’t it?” Milae lifted a hoof slightly and moved to step back at a snail’s pace, away from Juro. “This barrier is necessary, as it prevents your stored magic from escaping, but it also keeps it away from use. From result. From me.” He deliberately placed his hoof down and started to move the other in the same manner, watching Juro intently, arms tucked behind his back in an intentionally distancing manner. “We don’t want to destroy it. But you need your energy to be able to pass through it, in a controlled way. An opening just big enough to be able to let you move through. What do you see in the wall that will allow you to do that?” Another extremely slow step.
akkeyagentofhelheim
“I don’t see anything, I can’t–” There was a small, building frustration within him that was supplemented by the previous anxiety, and now a panic of Milae getting further from him, but Juro couldn’t put it into words as he stood rooted in his spot, hands clasped together stiffly. There was another rush of energy that kept dissolving in a myriad of colours in the perimeter just around him, the humming continuously intensifying around his head, every streak of air and space and barrier, every movement Milae made, jerking and jittering before him.
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“Look at your hand, bókari.” Milae did not break his retreating, creeping stride. He knew Juro was right there, and anticipation bubbled invisibly inside him. “If this wall is your body, what intersects it?”
akkeyagentofhelheim
“What?” he glanced down, wide eyed, and he saw swirls of his colours, now manifested into something more tangible, emanating from the lines where he was broken and pieced back together, the buzzing that was now familiar to him speeding up his arm in a mess of unconstrained ability.
You’re leaking. They had laughed. Control it. An opening just big enough.
The constant movement around him jumped again, and with a sudden realization of why it seemed so recognizable, he ripped the blindfold off and opened the gifted eye that wasn’t his. In a single breath his vision shook into clarity, the streaks of light and Milae at a short distance before him now smoother than before, frame rates and humming no longer frenzied around his head as it all finally fit together like puzzle pieces.
With an outstretched hand that looked like it held an illusion of a thin weapon within it, the makeshift divide between shivered into a standstill, then peeled off of itself towards Milae, like a wind coloured in Bookkeeper hues. It surrounded the half breed in a sphere, practically lifting him off his hooves, and although it was a surge of unexpected energy, where he stood inside was gentle, careful, and pleasant, as the goat floated in what sounded like a portal, but felt more material, elemental.
It was a few seconds of that calm, before an ink stained hand reached through the multi-coloured currents and grabbed him by the wrist, as the sphere twisted into a tower of energy above them then completely vanished into the night sky, leaving them back to where they started before Milae had crossed over to the battlefield.
Juro’s was a face of pure, utter fear, “Milae!”
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He was beaming.
He held Juro’s arms warmly, of course, upon seeing his panic, but he was radiant with excitement, almost vibrating on the spot, and dizzy with triumph. “I’m here! I’m alright.” Milae quickly pulled Juro into him, although the amount of protective comfort that a short goat such as himself could offer was minimal. “I knew you could do it, you–”
He was interrupted by an odd, but entirely familiar sensation–a low-frequency vibration, pitched differently than Juro’s buzz of energy, but gently rattling them all the same. His hooves shot to Juro’s hands again as he turned to spot the source, and it became quickly apparent. On the horizon, moving towards them with the speed of a bird and the silence of a school of fish, was a softly glowing wave of aquamarine light, barely visible in the distance as it was emanating from the ground, in the way that both half-breed and Bookkeeper had already seen once before, almost like it was reflecting and answering the call of the blue and gold magic released into the sky above. It was upon them before they could react, but all it did was slow beneath them and ripple peacefully, shining through every small crack, burrow and hole, throwing a beautiful cascading light upwards against their faces. The hum grew stronger and quieter in slow pulses, and it circled them protectively, the light flaring if they made even the smallest shift in weight against the soil. Their steps would create huge ripples in the light show that moved out towards the destroyed field, where the teal energy seemed to be much stronger and brighter.
“It worked…” Milae looked up at Juro sheepishly, eyes bright in the serene light. “I may have been testing more than one theory at once. I’m sorry for scaring you.”
akkeyagentofhelheim
“何…” There was no translation as Juro sank to the ground with a groan, sending another wave of glowing teal light outwards in the soil, his heart still beating way too fast to be healthy, or so he dramatically thought, as his tumultuous emotions crashed against each other, in relief, upset, wonder, confusion.
He exhaled, looking down at the glowing colours in the ground, frequencies mixing as he gripped Milae’s hoof a little too tightly, both eyes clear and bright, before staring back up at him in wordless question.
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“I was busy today,” Milae answered. “A strain of energy was detected in one of the tunnels below the plains today, something that the Rebellion knew I had experience in…but it was dormant. Harmless, apparently, but inactive. When I inspected it, I pulled out my notebook–” he patted the bag at his belt “–and it suddenly reacted so strongly to it’s presence, moving as though to defend it…I had an idea. Several, actually.” He grinned, and it looked a bit more silly than usual on the ex-seidkonur’s face. “Many far-fetched gambles. But I am very good at those. They all centered on knowing that somehow, this ground, where the multiverse was saved, is seidr-blessed–whether temporarily or permanently, we have yet to see. It runs deep in the earth, and reacts especially strongly to the magic of a Bookkeeper. No surprise, considering its source.” He made to bring Juro back to his feet, because he also took a few steps away again, keeping their hands locked together, almost a small hopping dance to set off several rippling circles that diffused outward. “But it seems this magic will protect anyone that walks across, or through, its territory, thanks to you awakening it.”
akkeyagentofhelheim
It was only lately that Juro found himself to be more speechless than normal, as he followed the goat, their footsteps constantly creating paintings of light, blurry circles that almost seemed alive to blend with the colours of the sky above. Teal reflected upon the blues and matching golds on their clothes, and the Bookkeeper couldn’t help a breathless chuckle, “I can’t believe you. I was so scared, I thought I ki–” He wanted to shake him by the shoulders, and tell him… whatever it was he was feeling, which wasn’t great by any means, but it also quickly dissolved into a recognition of Yun’s own training, with Milae’s intensity and insistent approaches, and he settled into short laughter again. Amidst the fear and turmoil was the excitement, an elation at the success of the trial.
“So is this going to… stay lit up like this? Do I have to do something, if I, uh, awakened it?” The curiosity for the unknown was returning as he slowly recovered from initial shock.
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Milae broke away from Juro’s hold and pulled his cloak over his head, folding it over his arm and glancing sideways at the tall blond. “Should we find out?”
Without warning, Juro’s face was full of flapping blue fabric, and a pair of hoofsteps were racing away from him, scattering waves of luminance across grass and earth, as Milae raced into the torn-up battlefield, striking surefootedly off of an overturned boulder, making several loops of magic echo from his hooves and gather underneath Juro’s boots. “Dewch yma!”
akkeyagentofhelheim
“Hey!” The Bookkeeper sputtered against heavy fabric, letting gravity pull it down to fall into long arms, caught in a momentary hesitation from surprise at the half breed’s antics. But his face quickly split into a grin, chasing after Milae, “I can’t run like you!”
He quickened his pace, making fair way on his own for a human, relying on his athleticism over the uneven terrain, but compared to the goat’s movements he was like a lamb, clutching the cloak to his chest with one arm as he ran. They set off more ripples on the ground, bouncing off of each other as it found its way towards Bookkeeper, the waning frequencies and sounds almost song-like in its mix.
The distance between them increased, and Juro growled softly under his breath. A hum responded almost immediately to his frustration, and with another surge of magic, his vision sharpened by several degrees as the energy gathered down his legs, twisting in the same current around Milae prior but this time in a smaller, concentrated swirls beneath narrow boots, taking blue-green reflections with the existing golds and whites to give the Bookkeeper a boost. Juro gained more distance with a lightness to his feet, and he gave a short gasp as he floated in midair for a second then regained his balance on soil, closer behind the ex-seidkonur, “Milae!”
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Glancing over his shoulder, Milae grinned at seeing another manifestation of magic, and he skipped sideways a few places to allow him room to catch up. “You look like a regular time jumper, Juro!” he called between labored breaths, skipping over a ledge and sliding down the slope thereafter with ease. He was headed for the massive char in the ground that had been their last memory of the battle. “What do you say, whoever gets there first gets to write about what we find?”
"What-!" his first reaction was disbelief, but it was quickly overshadowed by playfulness and now a determination; there was no way in Aidorin or Hanzien or whatever other undiscovered continent would Juro miss an opportunity to write.
There was a clumsy hesitation at first as the Bookkeeper's confidence in his abilities faltered sporadically, but as they sped across the miles and miles of disturbed ground, getting further away from Fenrir's Jaw, he slowly found his rhythm and closed the distance with the half breed, being more aware of the airy boost his magic gave him. It was a light footed leap over a particularly steep incline a third of the way that landed him beside Milae.
It seemed like Juro would've burst past the the goat in that moment, but instead an arm shot out and scooped him under his sleeves, lifting them both off their feet with a gale from behind. Bookkeeper and seidkonur streaked through the air in a flurry of blue, green, white, and gold, sleeves flapping in the wind as they were brought the rest of the way. With a glance up at the blonde, Milae saw his blue and amber eyes forward, sparkling at the thought of a completely new story, unheard of anywhere else in the Library, smiling wide and breathless, staring at the large web of cracks and quakes of illuminated earth.
Juro's feet touched ground first, then Milae's hooves, as their boost dispersed in what looked like a burst of wings and light, leaving them crouched on the ground with the teal glow from beneath. He stayed down, keeping the half breed close, then began to shake, quietly at first, bringing a gloved hand over his mouth, but it wasn't long before the blonde burst into a fit of giddy, uncontrolled, low laughter, despite his attempts to look away and keep it at bay.
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It was absolutely infectious, and it set Milae off too, laughing in his own timbre that only Dario and Yun had ever truly heard, because it came from the bottom of his heart. It was a little wheezy after sprinting for so long, but it was genuine. Caught up in emotion and pride, Milae threw his arms around Juro’s middle, and the momentum unbalanced the man and sent them both tumbling to the dirt, a snow-angel-shaped ripple gleaming out from their impact. It was a shared moment of pure joy.
Milae then sat back after a minute, still caught in a chortling fit. “Who won that, then?” he managed to get out. 
akkeyagentofhelheim
"I did!" Juro announced with confidence, breaking into short giggles every now and then as he sat up as well. He tapped his outstretched boots together, "Longer legs. Touched down first." His infuriating smirk returned, a hand finding its way around Milae's hoof again.
He shook his head, "No, you should write. If you want. The Library values as many perspectives as it can get."
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“Then go explore. Experiment.” Milae knocked the tip of the pen that was suddenly in his hoof against Juro’s forehead, ruffling his fringe. “I’ll do the legwork.” He gave a soft smile. The shifting light underneath them moved with a brief pulse of the Bookkeeper’s colors, as though agreeing with the goat. It shimmered in a wave towards what was previously a blackened, ugly outward scorch mark on the earth, but with the remnants of Yun’s magic, it was gleaming beautifully in its own way, like an opened flower with many long, white-gold petals. Along with the display, both immortals heard the familiar sound of stretched thread, echoing from the ground up far above their heads and towards the sky.
akkeyagentofhelheim
"You say it as if I were a child," he retaliated by shoving the bundle of navy that was thrown at him previously, back at Milae's face. He was laughing, but when the cloak fell, Juro was already distracted and getting to his feet, his hand hesitating, lingering on a hoof for a moment longer, but the second he let go a dash of colour made its way up Milae's own arm then settled on his shoulder, chirping recognizably in Virion's small form.
The Bookkeeper didn't notice, already making his way towards where the light directed him, shifting at each curious but elated stride, until he paused just before the epicenter of the surge, his surge, illuminated by the colours that gave it new life. He couldn't help a shaky exhale--unsurprisingly enough, considering what happened, and everything thereafter until only yesterday, but he managed a tentative step. Then another. And again, until he stood where the chains were broken. He glanced up at the stars where the final echoes of string dissipated, his jaw a sharp light of teal, and his pupils dilated with another hum through his body, another outwards billow of air and energy by his feet.
His voice was low, "Yun..."
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The shifting teal light paused, and then with a deep, responding vibration, it suddenly brightened and physically tented off the ground and billowed upward like a clean sheet, a swelling balloon of energy that lifted away in wide banners and dissolved towards the sky. There was a brief lift of gravity as well, making folds of fabric float and small streams of gravel tumble slowly towards the sky. Although it passed through Juro just as incorporeal as it seemed, the movement mimicked the emotion that it inexplicably imposed in the Bookkeeper--a rising bubble of utter love and adoration, sprinkled with gratitude for awakening the field below. 
Milae pricked his ears up from his cross-legged seat as the shifting dome inflated towards the sky, and as it did, it caught the instant, glittering impression of first dozens, then hundreds, then thousands, millions, far too many luminous threads to count, visible in brief waves with the Bookkeeper as their centerpoint, and then all gently fizzling away back into invisibility...except for one.
In a graceful arc, a strong, sea-colored string illuminated from the center of Juro’s embedding point, and it swayed in a nonexistent breeze, extending up towards the sky and out of sight. It was unclear whether Yun himself was either in control or aware of the phenomenon, but whatever lights that danced at their feet seemed to have some kind of consciousness of their surroundings regardless, determined to guide and protect, just as strongly as their source had desired to do so. 
akkeyagentofhelheim
A small gasp escaped Juro, wide eyed at the multiple displays, his vision sharpening as the magic hummed in several harmonies. It was a surreal sensation, both light in how he hovered only slightly on his feet, yet full in his chest with the bleeding, overwhelming emotions that he could've wept.
He reached out with an ungloved hand instead, letting the glowing thread snake its way around his buzzing, white-gold cracked fingers, smiling cheekily as a hum intensified the rippling colours around him. It surged a little more powerfully than before, and Juro became more confident with himself, in the same way it released upon the lock broken, upwards and outwards in swirls of colours, reaching where Milae sat but never hitting him directly as it streaked its way around him, before beginning to slowly dissipate and retreat back towards the Bookkeeper.
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Milae held up a forearm to ward off any of the blistering power he was used to, but the show of energy was much more gentle this time, and as it moved away like the receding tide of the ocean, the shining earth followed, pulling into the radiant scorch mark and hovering contentedly under the Bookkeeper’s boots. The fluttering thread pulsed with his colors and softly lashed around the man in several loops as it was pushed to and fro by conflicting forces. The sounds created were an eerie harmony, like a finger tracing the rim of several glasses and bowls of different sizes. 
The string of their shared fate flashed a myriad of bright colors one last time, and contracted slightly, and impressed one more sensation--small arms thrown around a long waist, and a round face buried into the soft abdomen underneath his ribs, right at his embedding point. The lingering squeeze of hand in glowing hand. Then from the sky downward, the light faded, and the glow of magic below grew far more calm and ambient, simply reacting normally to their movements as it did before. Milae slowly got to his feet, eyes shining with intensity and curiosity.
akkeyagentofhelheim
Gravity pulled him back to solid footing, floating fabric and blonde locks finally settling with the pulsing energy, as Juro clutched both hands, that trembled only once, to his chest, feeling inexplicably overjoyed, safe, and tender under the sensation, watching the sky and the flatlands darken into deeper night around them. The hum disappeared into himself again, so did the channeled energy through his eye, as frame rates began to knock against each other once more, unmatching and jittering. He shifted his weight wearily, concentrated light following his steps, but his eyes were still extremely bright with unbridled excitement as he turned towards Milae, "Did you see that?"
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The half-breed put a hand to his head in overdramatic shock. “What!? No, I missed it! Do it again.”
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“Hush!” Juro laughed low with a shake of his head, taking several hopping, glowing steps towards the half breed, “That was unbelievable!”
“Absolutely.” Milae embraced first his forearms, and then his waist, as Juro approached, just happy to see the man so fulfilled and free for once in his life. “How do you feel? What happened? Do you need anything?”
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“I’m fine! I’m exhausted!” The way the Bookkeeper laughed and clutched him around his shoulders, leaning close with a bright grin on his face, could have told the complete opposite, but a closer look betrayed a weariness in his eyes. Juro definitely didn’t care though, neither did Virion zipping around their heads, “That was Yun! Or… what was left of Yun, I guess. Echoes of him. Our magic resonated with each other somehow, and it really felt like he was here.” He tapped his feet twice, light responded in turn, and he smiled softly, in such a way that reached the corners of his eyes that Milae nor anyone in the present had ever seen.
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“I would know that color anywhere,” Milae responded, with a warm ache in his tone. He was a bit envious, but he knew that the seidkonur’s overwhelming, heartfelt emotion and power would do wonders for Juro to experience. He weaved the few digits of his hoof with the Bookkeeper’s fingers, the tough fiber of his fingers covered in the beginnings of ink stains. “And if you truly felt him…I think we did something incredible here.” The breeze ruffled his mop of fur, and he shivered a little, even with the heavy cloak around him. 
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“Yes…” Juro began to agree, the feeling of long and short fingers linked together now like home to him, when he found himself looking around at Milae’s observation, as if he had just woken up from a trance. The hazy image of Fenrir’s Jaw in the distance, the fated tree invisible in the darkness, the last musical echoes of magic in the sky, the comforting glow of teal light, the remmants of a seidkonur’s aura…
He turned to look at Milae again in a slight frenzy, unable to string quite the right words together, as the disbelief and realization of exactly what and how much they accomplished in a single evening, compared to the centuries of running and hiding, began to hit him. I believe in you.
“Incredible,” he breathed, still grinning but smile shaking. A lean arm reached out, hand buried in the fur behind his head, as Juro pulled the half breed towards him, and Milae could feel the comforting hum in the Bookkeeper’s chest as he leaned down in warm embrace, “I couldn’t have done any of this without you…”
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“You would have figured it out…” Milae cradled Juro’s arms in his, velvet muzzle buried in silk. “…eventually,” he finished, unable to hold back a mischievous chuckle. “Besides, you did plenty for me while I still carried a seidkonur’s seal. Helped me see where I needed to be. You have always been able to do incredible things.” He squeezed tighter, gripping folds of fabric in slightly-trembling hooves.
“I am so proud of you.”
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The teasing snicker Juro was in the middle of returning abruptly stopped with a sharp intake of breath, the arms around Milae tightening as he was lifted off his hooves.
“Oh,” The Bookkeeper was barely audible with his face partially buried in the half breed’s fur. That was a sentence that’s been directed to him only a handful of times in his life, barely countable on one hand and practically foreign to his ears. It wasn’t anything that he thought was particularly deserved for him, because he had never done anything that warranted it.
His expression was hidden but it was evident he had become uncertain again, “I…” Words and feelings were lost once more.
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Milae became very aware that he was probably showing more affection than Juro had ever received in his life. Better me than Yun, I suppose. He reached up to the back of Juro’s head to press his face against him a little closer before leaning away and paddling his feet slightly, indicating that it was okay to put him back down. 
“Don’t think too hard about it,” he joked. “You’ve come far, and I’m proud of you. The world is ours to explore from here on out.”
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Juro moved his face as if to hide it further, although not doing a very good job at it, exposing the slight pinks that dusted the tops of his ears with a shake of his head. He kept his grip around the half breed in almost childlike stubbornness for a while longer, before setting him down with a muted grin and a quick head ruffle, “Right…”
The shadows on his face were soft as he took in the scenery once again, expression thoughtful and weary, but unable to take his eyes off what surrounded them.
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Milae tugged on his hands, mostly to start walking back to the Jaw in encouragement, but also simply to have Juro look back at him, because he enjoyed the connection. It was within reach. It was precious to him, something he’d rather die than lose.
“Let’s go home.”