O4. Leone
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When she looked up at him, beaming and a little breathless, Leone expected the whole world to fade away. In stead it seemed to flow around her, the music and the lights. Like it was all just for her. Background characters in her world. Her attention felt like stepping into the spotlight. It made him feel fluttery and deadly nervous, but the light was so warm and inviting that he never wanted to fade back into the shadows. "My saviour. The words trailed over his skin and seeped inside. And they weren't even sarcastic!, like Lucía would use them. Leone felt a goofy smile appear. Sun seemed to study him, looking as transfixed as he felt. Was she really that present, that interested in him? Or was she high on something he knew all to well and was it just a coincidence that he was in her path a replaceable face that could have been anyone? The ugliness of that thought was almost enough to pop the glowing bubble that surrounded them. Sun raised her hand, her eyes fixed on his braids. Leone flinched away before he could stop himself and nearly bit his own tongue off in regret when she dropped her hand. The reflex was deeply ingrained from a life full of random people touching his hair without permission, but he really, really didn't want to scare her off. He didn't want to lose her light, only realize the gloom he had spend his entire life in was even colder and lonelier than he remembered. Sun, appearing blissfully unaware of his unintended rejection, held up her hands, smiling as if they shared an inside joke. The golden powder that he seemed to leave on everything sparkled softly on her fingers. Leone swallowed the desire to leave golden prints everywhere until she glimmered like he did and tried to appear rueful. "Sorry, I'll eh, take the blame for that." A rowdy, overcompensating freshman bumped into Sun, sending her reeling. She was small enough to nearly drown in the crowd even without some drunk douchebag smashing into her every few seconds. Leone narrowed his eyes on him, considering sponsoring a matching black eye to his badly fitted blue suit, before Sun's words drew his attention back to her. I really did not think this through," she said, sounding apologetic as if it was her fault that these plastered dickheads couldn't walk straight! Before he could sink back into his anger, she bundled her dress up and gave sharp tug. The tearing fabric led his befuddled mind to images that no decent person would follow through on, so he tried to focus on anything else literally anything else Leone, fucking hell. When she rose, he allowed himself to let his gaze wander back to her. He saw the mischievous idea come to her, plainly visible on her face, and she threw the fabric into the crowd like a rock star. Leone laughed heartily, feeling it rumble through his body. "That's my kind of ," he praised, before nearly getting knocked to the ground by a heavy weight. He pushed the tangle of limbs and clothes roughly to the side. His anger, which was always shimmering just below the surface, burst white-hot through his chest, drawing a feral smile on his face. He was about to enter the brawl when he saw Sun's shocked face appear behind the wrestling men. Get off it!, he yelled at himself, praying his body would listen. He forced himself to imagine her beaming smile fading into a shocked, slightly judgemental expression, her nose crinkled with distaste. Her disappearing. Avoiding him in the hallways. Whispering behind his back. That seemed to do it. He let the brawling men disappear in the crowd, feeling the call for violence in his heart melt away. A part of him was sad to feel it go. The press of people closed around them, feeling even more suffocating than before. He needed to get out of here, before he started his own fight right in front of her. "Alright," he announced. He edged a little to the side so she could reach and sank down to his knees. "Hop on. Time to get out of here, before we get seriously trampled." |
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