Noramila Reunion Drabble 1.24.2026

Cold, thought Nora. It was cold, as they stood on top of Mila’s body, somewhere in the region of her stomach. They’d lost a sense of where each body part started and ended on the giant as the night wore on, everything under them melded together into a singular mass united in the word, Mine. My Mila.

At the start of the night, they ripped the thought out of their mind, reminding themselves this was the payment of a debt, that there had never been a right to possessiveness, and certainly not after all that had transpired between them. By now, they’d took what strength they could from

Energy molded into different shapes, human, animal, and crashed down from the skies, aiming at Mila. Each time, Nora would hurl themselves. They had no weapon and no training to be able to do anything anyway. So they did what they could, grabbing and punching and tossing.

Somehow, it was enough. Somehow, the magia dissolved each time.

Earlier in the night, they’d had mental space to curse Mila’s self-sacrificial nature, that endless softness that had both of them in this situation to begin with. But that faded together with the slow whittling away of their own strength, with the side glances they couldn’t prevent, towards Mila’s face. Impossible, at this size, to see from their location. But there.

Mila. My Mila. There.

And that was enough, to drag their limbs against the grinding press of exhaustion, each time another shape descended to attack.

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Mila groaned. She sunk, briefly, into the temptation. Then memory returned, cascading mental images of the last few hours. Nora’s desperate last warning, their insistence that Mila stay away. Mila’s assault of Ambrosio’s mansion. Finding Nora, tearing through that prison in blinding rage. The retaliation of Félix’s magia.

Even the smallest movement felt like wading through mud. It took her two tries to jack-knife waist upright.

And there was Nora, on her stomach, lying face up and panting in exhaustion. At Mila’s movement, their body tumbled, rolling forward. Mila fumbled, placing her hand just under Nora’s downward trajectory. She sighed deeply when she felt the jab of a pointy, bony mess in her palm, then immediately went stock-still.

Shit. Nora hated being picked up. Mila lowered her hand to the ground, as fast she dared without jolting them. She tilted her palm, just enough to ease Nora on to the grass. As she did, she noticed a series of sudden electric pinpricks. Nora was moving around in her hand.

“M-mila? Are you awake?” Their voice crackled weakly.

“Sorry!” said Mila quickly. “I know you don’t like this, I’m just going to—”

“Don’t you dare!”

Mila stopped, fingers still half-curled around them. No? Don’t let them go? She waited, hoping that Nora would speak again and illuminate things. But it was only silence, for a long a moment, until Nora’s words came in a tentative whisper that absent her own magia, she would never have heard.

“Can I see you?” A pause. “I couldn’t… I couldn’t see your face, before.”

Mila swallowed, bewildered. Quietly, she cupped her hands together, to create a larger platform. She could feel Nora shuffling along with the movement. Mila raised her hands together, just before her eyes, and opened them.

Nora looked awful, clothes torn and ragged, their tiny body covered in scrapes. Their eyes were shining—were they crying? Pescador, Mila couldn’t imagine what pain Nora of all people had been through, to weep. But they smiled.

“You’re okay,” breathed Nora.

The calm lasted all of two minutes. Nora shot to their feet, face still shining, smile turned to a scowl.

“What in the hell were you thinking? You could’ve died—I told you not to come!”

Mila sighed. That was more familiar.

“Don’t sigh at me like I’m annoying you! I—You—” To Mila’s surprise, Nora’s words seemed to choke. They sputtered, and stilled, looking away. “I’m sorry. I’m grateful you came for me. But—I was scared for you.”

Then it was Mila’s turn to smile. She lowered her head, closing the distance between them even more. How many years had she dreamed of seeing Nora this close, holding them like this?

“I was scared, too,” she said softly. Nora’s jacket billowed out behind them at the breath from Mila’s words.