realpolitik | Leon Magnus | Stahn Aileron

Ah...

[somehow, leon finds a way to nail stahn's every concern right on the head, and with ease, at that.]

I always thought... it was supposed to be different. Something you do special, like an event... something like that. [he's a bit sheepish as he admits it, but it's leon...

so he can be honest about it. he knows that.] That's how people always talked about it, and how it is in books. So I just thought...

[that's how it was supposed to be.] That's why it was hard. None of those things seemed like the right way. And I didn't know if it would be okay to say it.

[stahn is definitely a bit shy in his way. despite being loud and boisterous most of the time, despite being such a walking barrel of sunshine—he's still a kid from the countryside who has little experience in these areas. and leon is so incredibly important to him, it's clear that his reasons all had to do with making leon happy and not feeling cornered by his words.]

But... you're right. It's still special no matter what, isn't it...

[Honestly... Leon doesn't know. Stahn's probably right, but Leon's never really been introduced properly to romance. It hasn't been part of his purview for... well, ever.

But right now, he understands where Stahn is coming from, a little. And it honestly just endears him to Stahn more. It's just such a Stahn thing, when Leon knows--

It's because it's with Stahn that it's special. Stahn makes it special just by being here, and before Leon can ever think to stop himself, the words are there on his tongue, and he's so amused and content in this moment that they slip right out--]

Rather, it is not the situation that makes them special, but the people--

[A pause.

It slowly sinks in what he was pretty much ready to say, and he snaps his mouth shut, clearing his throat and glancing away as much as he can with their foreheads pressed together.]

[oh.

even though there's something faintly embarrassing about hearing words like that come from leon (regardless of the fact that he doesn't finish what he's saying), there's something endearing about it. it's cute, because he gets these rare glimpses into what leon really thinks.

it's cute.

it's really cute, and it makes stahn feel warmer and even more content, despite leon's obvious embarrassment. and that's why he shifts slightly, pressing a kiss to the corner of leon's mouth and then another directly on his lips; he's smiling into it, but it's devoid of any amusement beyond thinking it's sweet.]

I think you're right. [he understands the sentiment, after all. and he thinks leon might really be right. it's not about where, or how. it's the fact that it's the two of them.]

But maybe... the situation is special, too. A quiet night where everything is calm... that's pretty special, too.

[Alright.

It's all true, and Leon agrees with all of it, but even so, it's getting a little too sappy and sentimental for him to handle. He clears his throat awkwardly (after the kisses, which he accepts because duh), and tries to bring it to something a little less...honest and sincere and emotional.]

Hmph. I would say so, with how loud you are capable of being.

[He doesn't actually mean that in a sexual way but a moment later it strikes him that it's also rare because the other nights they are both being loud.

Ah.

Hm.

He's embarrassed again.]

[maybe leon is really fortunate in this case, because the implications that come with that statement go right over his head.

he totally takes it at face value, at the reasons leon seems to intend, so he scrunches his nose a little.]

I'm not that baaaad....

You certainly can be.

[Just saying!!!

Leon just leans up then, pressing their lips together gently, and murmuring there--]

You are being noisier now, even.

I'm not being noisy at all...

[he's being whiny, and there's totally!! a difference!! not that he's going to refuse kisses or do anything to pull away.]

Maybe you're just too quiet... [he sure did go to a flailing, sputtered love confesssion to this, like a quality dumb teenager.]

[Yeah, okay, he's pulling away then to quirk an eyebrow at Stahn.]

Too quiet? What is that even supposed to mean?

[oh.

well, now he's been backed into a really stupid corner, because... he doesn't actually even have an answer for that. so leon will get a nice, awkward laugh.]

You're just... quieter than me...? Ahaha...

I should certainly think so.

[Sheesh!

Leon gives him a flat look for a moment longer--but he can't actually make Stahn stew on this one for long. He's still too fond and happy about everything that happened thus far.

So instead he just sighs, but is mostly fond..]

Honestly. Some days I wonder about what goes through your head.

You know...

[it's fine like this, because stahn doesn't want to stew on it very much either. it's a lot easier to relax into a playful smile and press a kiss to leon's lips lightly.]

You could ask, and I'd probably tell you. ...I don't think there are any secrets anymore.

[... Leon was not prepared for Stahn to turn that into something sentimental. He blinks, eyes widening, before he glances away sheepishly, clearing his throat.

After the kiss, of course.

That's important.]

... Well.

Be as it may [he knows] ...quiet evenings like these could certainly happen more often. [He'd be fine with that.]

[well, at least leon focuses on the important things. like the kiss.]

Mm.. I'd like that. Being like this, just... together.

I like this. [leon can try to draw away from the sentimentality of the situation, but stahn is feeling it right now. stahn likes being a little more warm and sentimental.

but he does also sincerely like being this way. curled up on the bed, enjoying the evening peacefully. they don't always get to do this—and not necessarily because they're doing something else together, either. but long missions, or just tiring ones have left leon more in need of sleep plenty of times, and it means that they can't always do this.

even though he always wants to. he'd spend every waking moment with leon this way if he could, really.

funny how that works, when you love someone this much, huh?]

[Leon has to try to keep drawing away from the sentimentality, it's too much for him to handle.

But... well. It's also warm and nice. There's the knowledge that they don't have a limit on evenings like these; that sometimes his missions make him too tired to embrace them, or something they decide together that other activities are what they want--

But there will always be other evenings.

There will always be more time, and that's...it's perfect. So Leon sighs (a contented sound to be sure) and settles himself against Stahn's side properly.]

I suppose this is fine, yes.

[He likes it too.]

We can do this whenever we please. Nothing shall stop us.

[it's moments like this specifically that serve as a good measure for why stahn loves leon so much.

though he's not particularly romantic or sentimental, he has his moments. moments like this, where everything from his tone to his body language speaks louder than words; the way he relaxes against stahn, the way he sighs, the way the words are spoken even if the phrasing isn't particularly warm...

stahn knows wholly and completely that it's born from love.

so stahn pulls leon a little closer to him, shifting slightly so he can warmly kiss the top of leon's head.]

Mm... I'm glad. I want to keep doing this.

[It's comfortable.

It's comfortable, and it's familiar, and Leon lets his book drift from his hands and to the bed as he settles into Stahn's grasp. It's early yet, and he's not ready to sleep, but... on the other hand, he doesn't want to go back to reading either.

He just wants to soak up this moment--this moment of peace, quiet and warmth, and the knowledge that here and now.

He's entirely loved.

And so he nods gently--and does nothing else, satisfied to accept that. He, too wants to do this more. And that's enough.]

[he's loved.

stahn loves leon in ways that he's sure nobody else could, because it comes wholly and sincerely from stahn's heart. he loves leon with everything he has, and now that he's expressed it in words, he feels that somehow, he's really made it clear in every way he possibly can.

he loves leon.

it feels right to bury his face in leon's hair and seek out his hands to thread their fingers together. it just feels right; intimate in its way, but comfortable and war.

...he'll be content to stay this way for quite a while, so long as leon will let him.]

Leon Magnus | Stahn Aileron | 071

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