[The sound of an answer brings him back to the present, reminds him these words aren't just for him but to another, and once HiMERU properly sees Leona before him again, he can tell that something has changed.
It's the face of a raging river swollen, a dam threatening to break; at the same time it's a salt flat, beautiful and desolate, littered with cracks. It's a face he knows well, when he looks it in the mirror every single day.
So brittle, so frail. Just one more push in the right place and it could all fall apart. He would only need to tighten his grip, and pull—
HiMERU rises from his seat, closes the gap, and sits himself beside Leona instead. Closer than last time, when HiMERU had been the one a hair-trigger away from something he could regret (and he didn't regret it, in the end, although he still wishes some things had gone a bit differently). His golden eyes watching Leona in his stillness, discerning in their coldness. This soon, this little said, and he would already tear up for Kaname? If HiMERU hadn't spared him the details, he might even be crying. How soft Leona keeps turning out to be. No wonder he's already been ruined once before.
It makes him smile, wry as it is pitying. Maybe Leona would be the first to cry for the truth of it all. HiMERU still hasn't. Perhaps he's been stubbornly keeping it at bay, but whatever the reason... the tears won't come. It'd be nice, then, if someone else would.
HiMERU leans in and whispers like a devil on his shoulder, smiling still.]
Leona Kingscholar, you're the one who asked. Does it make you happy to know? You could've kept it simple for yourself. All I'd asked was for you to keep on eye on that scumbag, and now... Knowing what you do now, will you really be able to stand by and watch?
[A hand slides over Leona's tense forearm, warm and unrepentant.]
... This terrifying secret belongs to us now. Really, I'm scared for you. I thought keeping you blissfully ignorant was key, but you keep coming back and asking for more.
[His fingers clench down, wrapping around Leona's wrist like a shackle. One easily shaken off, but not the implication: You've chosen the path of an accomplice.]
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It's the face of a raging river swollen, a dam threatening to break; at the same time it's a salt flat, beautiful and desolate, littered with cracks. It's a face he knows well, when he looks it in the mirror every single day.
So brittle, so frail. Just one more push in the right place and it could all fall apart. He would only need to tighten his grip, and pull—
HiMERU rises from his seat, closes the gap, and sits himself beside Leona instead. Closer than last time, when HiMERU had been the one a hair-trigger away from something he could regret (and he didn't regret it, in the end, although he still wishes some things had gone a bit differently). His golden eyes watching Leona in his stillness, discerning in their coldness. This soon, this little said, and he would already tear up for Kaname? If HiMERU hadn't spared him the details, he might even be crying. How soft Leona keeps turning out to be. No wonder he's already been ruined once before.
It makes him smile, wry as it is pitying. Maybe Leona would be the first to cry for the truth of it all. HiMERU still hasn't. Perhaps he's been stubbornly keeping it at bay, but whatever the reason... the tears won't come. It'd be nice, then, if someone else would.
HiMERU leans in and whispers like a devil on his shoulder, smiling still.]
Leona Kingscholar, you're the one who asked. Does it make you happy to know? You could've kept it simple for yourself. All I'd asked was for you to keep on eye on that scumbag, and now... Knowing what you do now, will you really be able to stand by and watch?
[A hand slides over Leona's tense forearm, warm and unrepentant.]
... This terrifying secret belongs to us now. Really, I'm scared for you. I thought keeping you blissfully ignorant was key, but you keep coming back and asking for more.
[His fingers clench down, wrapping around Leona's wrist like a shackle. One easily shaken off, but not the implication: You've chosen the path of an accomplice.]
You must be a glutton for pain.