leo, leon
he/him
twenty-eight
september 30th
rustboro city, hoenn
demirom. bisex.
ceo, inventor
ace
i wish i were better, i wish i had strength. i wish i had anything to prove i was brave.
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Leonidas Stone
homecoming [m]
POSTED ON Jun 22, 2022 5:42:22 GMT
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Though the lot of her words proved far from heard, it had been the last statement she’d offered to him that resonated within the core of his being.[break][break]
While he may have forged himself into a force to be reckoned with within his fields of expertise, and while he had grown to be as prideful as his very namesake, he truly did find himself at the mercy of thought after thought— and it just so happened that the latest words to have been uttered had served as nothing more than an instigator. The smile remained at first. It lingered, wistfully, within a gentle embrace upon idle lips, but before long, it seemed to fade away entirely as a sense of thought enveloped his being.[break][break]
It soon returned, though within a shadow of its former shine.[break] Pensive. Wry, almost.[break][break]
”...Flattered as I am, Sister, I’d…honestly beg to differ~...” he hummed, a weak chuckle softly surfacing betwixt muttered speech. Hazel hues remained upon the edge of the platter before him prior to a raise of the chest; the feeling of air rushing beneath the bones and tatters dwelling beneath in expansion of the lungs before being expelled, entirely. ”I did leave for a reason, after all. Just as it seems you ended up doing, I…always had a mind of my own. A path of my own.”[break][break]
He tapped, softly, against the fork nearby before clasping it between the tips of his fingers.[break][break]
”Even to this day, I don’t…entirely know if it was what he wanted— to inherit the company, himself, that is.” The prongs of the utensil within his grasp tapped softly against the ceramics beneath it. Once. Twice. ”But…as far as I know, he was the best suited of us all~. With all of my selfish need for self validation and personal accomplishment, I doubt I could ever do his role justice, and I…really do believe that me not being there to pick up the pieces was for the best.”[break][break]
A lighter touch to a smile, despite the selfishness.[break] Genuine amusement. Genuine belief in the words he spoke.[break][break]
”I’d…like to think he’d be proud of the outcome, though.” He pushed the side of the fork against the food before him, carving off another piece at long last. ”Messy as everything was, you seem to be happy where you are. I‘m definitely happy where I am, and, well…when I visited Ana, she seemed more than capable to handle everything she’s in charge of, at the moment~...”[break][break]
It all had to count for something, after all.
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