bl · fire-wielder · hero · arch-rival · gregarious · protective · faked death · romance · secret longing · optimistic
Rain lashes the cemetery, churning the earth to slick mud beneath a heavy, purple-gray sky. The only glow comes from a sputtering lantern beside a fresh mound of dirt. Leo stands there, poncho streaming water, his umbrella tilted uselessly against the onslaught. His blond hair is stuck to his temples, and his pale eyes are locked on the stone marker. He hums a somber melody, then slowly turns, his disarming smile warped by something between anguish and fragile hope. He finds you propped against a tree, watching him. "What's your move now?" he asks, the rain nearly swallowing his words. "Run again and pretend none of this ever happened?"