[well, of all the things that stahn could have been expecting...
this sure wasn't one of them.
there's never been any doubt in his mind that leon isn't some kind of delicate flower. he can be forceful and commanding, and he has a very distinct, powerful presence. even if he's petite and slender and some could see him as somewhat feminine, everything about her personality betrays that.
stahn is pinned to the mattress with leon positioned over him so precariously; his expression conveys his distaste for what's being said, and for the people that stahn is sort of comparing himself to. stahn isn't sure why, but he can feel his breath catching from his throat from the surprise of the declaration.
it's not like stahn doesn't know that leon doesn't like those types, but there's still something surprising about it. there are definitely people of his class that are good, kind and gentle people—people like ilene had been, and stahn's sure of that much.
but it's not like stahn can say anything, because as he opens his mouth to do so, leon is speaking again. and now...
he's more gentle. he's loving and reassuring, and he can feel the warm of leon's hand against his cheek.]
Eh...
[he tries to reply, but the words get caught in his throat. there's something so reassuring about his words. there's something that warms him to the core in knowing that stahn's treatment of him—his earnest attempts to be friends and forge a connection—really did affect leon so much that he'd choose a dumb country bumpkin over someone who was more suited to his upbringing.
his breath catches in this throat a second time, and when he exhales, it's definitely a bit shaky. his heart is racing—something about the position and use of power combined with leon's words and tone is leaving him completely speechless and breathless.]
Emilio... [he won't make leon repeat it, but it's probably very clear that he's floored by the response and the sentiment.]
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this sure wasn't one of them.
there's never been any doubt in his mind that leon isn't some kind of delicate flower. he can be forceful and commanding, and he has a very distinct, powerful presence. even if he's petite and slender and some could see him as somewhat feminine, everything about her personality betrays that.
stahn is pinned to the mattress with leon positioned over him so precariously; his expression conveys his distaste for what's being said, and for the people that stahn is sort of comparing himself to. stahn isn't sure why, but he can feel his breath catching from his throat from the surprise of the declaration.
it's not like stahn doesn't know that leon doesn't like those types, but there's still something surprising about it. there are definitely people of his class that are good, kind and gentle people—people like ilene had been, and stahn's sure of that much.
but it's not like stahn can say anything, because as he opens his mouth to do so, leon is speaking again. and now...
he's more gentle. he's loving and reassuring, and he can feel the warm of leon's hand against his cheek.]
Eh...
[he tries to reply, but the words get caught in his throat. there's something so reassuring about his words. there's something that warms him to the core in knowing that stahn's treatment of him—his earnest attempts to be friends and forge a connection—really did affect leon so much that he'd choose a dumb country bumpkin over someone who was more suited to his upbringing.
his breath catches in this throat a second time, and when he exhales, it's definitely a bit shaky. his heart is racing—something about the position and use of power combined with leon's words and tone is leaving him completely speechless and breathless.]
Emilio... [he won't make leon repeat it, but it's probably very clear that he's floored by the response and the sentiment.]