[Thread] Dawn Never Fails To Come
Characters: Leon Kennedy (OU), Melaka Fray (OU)
Where: Paj-Epta
When: Backdated to December 25, 11:30 PM
Summary: Leon has one last gift for a very special girl. But he has no idea just how well she'll receive it...or that it's even a gift.
Warnings: Fluff.
There was half an hour yet before Christmas packed up and left this mad city. Leon had tried to squeeze every last minute out of this day, preparing himself for Zero Hour every bit as much as he'd tried to put it off. All kinds of excuses had tempted him, ones that no amount of target practice or coffee guzzling could exorcise. They ranged from Sylvanas having need of him on Harth's trail to hosting Dor-Dyo's non-existent party to losing Melaka's nifty new binocs to, heck, falling from the Office roof and snapping his leg while playing Santa Claus (this excuse would've had him doing so on purpose, for sure).
Half of the reason why Leon hadn't copped out on her was that he had already promised. Agent Kennedy could never go back on his word once he'd given it. Surely not when Mel had herself promised that she would listen.
And even if Leon felt no more ready to confess now than he had been a few days ago, in the end, it was Jackdaw's cold advice that'd served as his other half and crushed his fears. To quote the old Brit:
If not now...when?
He couldn't ignore the truth behind those four words. Last time Leon had told himself he'd wait, Melaka found herself underground only a few days later. Neither of them might be so lucky next time. He wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. Forgive the cliche, but he was going to break down all barriers and outright confront the Slayer about how much she meant to him.
A smile of irony and renewed courage curled the scar on his cheek. Here he was, a hardened special agent who'd survived the Raccoon City disaster and rescued the President's daughter from a mad cult. And manning up to a girl he was in love with could give him this much trouble.
Whatever happens will happen. Deal with it.
Paj-Epta's door was soon before him. He took a deep breath and knocked thrice before entering. Leon felt his chest tighten when he caught the lovely sight of Melaka Fray bathed in Paj-Epta's dimmed overhead lights. Lights that lent an alluring shimmer to her dark pink-tipped locks. The ex-cop collected himself and his smile focused on her. "Freeze."
That was exactly the first thing he'd said to her when they'd shared a few rounds months back. He'd said it playfully and whimsically back then. There was something gentler and more affectionate in the way he said it now, ignoring all associations that command had to do with ice.
Where: Paj-Epta
When: Backdated to December 25, 11:30 PM
Summary: Leon has one last gift for a very special girl. But he has no idea just how well she'll receive it...or that it's even a gift.
Warnings: Fluff.
There was half an hour yet before Christmas packed up and left this mad city. Leon had tried to squeeze every last minute out of this day, preparing himself for Zero Hour every bit as much as he'd tried to put it off. All kinds of excuses had tempted him, ones that no amount of target practice or coffee guzzling could exorcise. They ranged from Sylvanas having need of him on Harth's trail to hosting Dor-Dyo's non-existent party to losing Melaka's nifty new binocs to, heck, falling from the Office roof and snapping his leg while playing Santa Claus (this excuse would've had him doing so on purpose, for sure).
Half of the reason why Leon hadn't copped out on her was that he had already promised. Agent Kennedy could never go back on his word once he'd given it. Surely not when Mel had herself promised that she would listen.
And even if Leon felt no more ready to confess now than he had been a few days ago, in the end, it was Jackdaw's cold advice that'd served as his other half and crushed his fears. To quote the old Brit:
If not now...when?
He couldn't ignore the truth behind those four words. Last time Leon had told himself he'd wait, Melaka found herself underground only a few days later. Neither of them might be so lucky next time. He wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. Forgive the cliche, but he was going to break down all barriers and outright confront the Slayer about how much she meant to him.
A smile of irony and renewed courage curled the scar on his cheek. Here he was, a hardened special agent who'd survived the Raccoon City disaster and rescued the President's daughter from a mad cult. And manning up to a girl he was in love with could give him this much trouble.
Whatever happens will happen. Deal with it.
Paj-Epta's door was soon before him. He took a deep breath and knocked thrice before entering. Leon felt his chest tighten when he caught the lovely sight of Melaka Fray bathed in Paj-Epta's dimmed overhead lights. Lights that lent an alluring shimmer to her dark pink-tipped locks. The ex-cop collected himself and his smile focused on her. "Freeze."
That was exactly the first thing he'd said to her when they'd shared a few rounds months back. He'd said it playfully and whimsically back then. There was something gentler and more affectionate in the way he said it now, ignoring all associations that command had to do with ice.