Log: Even when I close my eyes [Leon & Euphemia]
Who: Leon (valourous) and Euphie (sealyourfate)
What: Euphie goes looking for Leon.
When: Er, couple of days ago? Backlogged~
Where: Leon's room
Rating: PG for emo~ ♥
The way up the stairs was familiar to her, even at these odd hours of the night. It wasn't too late but it was not early either as Euphie crept up to the fifteenth floor. She left her journal downstairs untouched after she had slamned it shut on Ryuuken. She hadn't known what to say then. Stupid, stupid...
Dressed in white and silk, Euphemia never felt so... vulnerable. Not since Cross had taken her under his wings. His kisses made her feel better.
But now... she ran to the person who was her knight.
Would he be awake? She hoped so. Pushing the door opened she poked her head inside cautiously.
Leon needed to start locking his doors, he thought as caught the movement of the door opening from the corner of his eyes, leaning away from the sink in the bathroom with his toothbrush still in his mouth. It was just Euphemia, but who knew who it could of been otherwise--Fluffyroth (the man, not the mouse), or Cloud coming to take revenge on him for sending that certain mouse... And all he would of had to defend himself was his toothbrush. Leon frowned a bit at her--usually late visits meant something was wrong--but raised his hand in greeting before returning to the sink to spit out his toothpaste and rinse his mouth.
"Euphemia," he greeted with a nod of his head as he exited the bathroom. "What's up?"
Never underestimate the power of a well aimed toothbrush. Euphemia had just discovered the power of sporks against giant kitchen roaches. She felt randomly proud of that. Even if it had been short-lived. Euphemia nodded when he greeted her and then set to pace about his room as he rinsed his mouth. She was distracted looking at the fish fiddling with the log elegant sleeves of her gown until she heard his voice.
...She could trust him right?
The princess turned back to him, staring silently, before taking those few steps and clinging to him like a little child.
Leon was a little taken aback at Euphemia's sudden embrace--if you could call it that, it was more like what a drowning sailor would do to a piece of wreckage. Cyan-pan went back to happily making bubble nests. Leon stared down at the pink haired princess, placing a hand against her shoulderblades a little awkwardly.
"What's wrong?" he demanded roughly.
It was then she seemed to regain herself and pulled away, pacing away before turning back and shaking her head. She mouthed 'Nothing' back to him and playing with her sleeves. Well, she couldn't say it. She...
She wanted to go home.
Leon's frown increased, and he folded his arms over his chest as she walked away. He rose an eyebrow briefly at her reply. "You know I don't like being lied to," he rumbled, shifting his weight onto one leg as he looked at her. "What is it?"
Why was everyone asking her for answers she couldn't give?
"Can I sleep here tonight?"
She ran her fingers along the embroidery, the patterns, slowly. Again and again- it didn't calm her down but she didn't quite want to cling to Leon some more. That was not...
Leon paused, then uncrossed his arms and nodded. "Whatever," he assented. It wasn't something new, this arrangement, but usually he knew what was going on and she wasn't so clamed up.
On his whatever she tilted her head and smiled wearily at him before making her way towards him and sitting on the side of the bed quietly. She wanted to say what was wrong, but- but- "Leon?" she enquired silently looking up at him, expectantly.
Leon stood infront of the sitting girl, recrossing his arms as he peered down at her. Sometimes she was quiet, in her own way, after a day full of cheeriness and squiggly lines and hearts, but her manner now was... concerning, at least. "Yeah?"
Euphie lifted her arms up helplessly at him, and then edged closer, sliding her arms around his waist, pressing her face against his t-shirt. And it was then that she began to cry.
Leon tensed. Crying. He couldn't see it or hear it but he could feel it, the way she trembled against him, and his shirt was starting to get slightly damp. "Euphemia?" he questioned as softly as he could manage, an arm wrapping around her small shoulders. "What happened?"
She was somewhere so dark now, it was like falling down and now there was no stopping this. She shook her head and clung more firmly to him. She couldn't cry to anyone else, she couldn't confess to anyone else. "I don't want to, I don't want to-"
Leon shifted, hands coming to rest on her shoulders and gently move her away from him--or at least to attempt to without shoving her. "Euphemia, I can't hear you," he reminded her gruffly.
He was pulling her back gently and she released her grip, staring up at him blankly. Euphemia hadn't stop crying. She supposed it would eventually come to this, the game she was playing with Cross could only lead this way. "Don't leave me."
Leon blinked at her. What had brought this on? But the look in her eye said she was serious... "Hey," he attempted to reassure, wiping away her falling tears with the pad of his thumb. "What are knights for, right? I'm not going anywhere."
The princess sucked in her breath, forcing her breathing to even a little even if she didn't stop crying. The touch was reassuring, "No matter what, right? Always?" As long as he didn't leave her, no matter how far she fell, how dark she became, how... how- how- "You're my knight, always?"
Leon knew the promise was an unsteady one. The castle brought people here, and had the power to take them away. "Yeah," he said anyway, partly because Euphemia didn't need to hear that and partly because he might not want to hear it himself. "Always." And he would, technically, because even if one of them were brought back to their world, their hearts would still hold that promise even if they didn't remember.
The girl slipped her arms around him again, pulling closer like a little child and clung on. She was still crying, but it was a bit calmer now, almost empty. And she opened her mouth- because he couldn't see her like this- and began speaking.
...About everything which was a secret, because he was her knight and because he couldn't hear her.
It only made it hurt a little less.
And Leon let her, because he knew she wasn't making a mistake. It kind of stung, like a paper cut, because being unable to hear her when she spoke against his skin was almost as bad as her not saying anything at all. Almost, anyway. But he let her do as she please, because that's what knights did, right? Protected their princesses, and if she felt safer telling him but not telling him, then whatever. He'd live with it.
This was just a first step. Maybe one day she would tell him, but there were secrets which had to remain like that. Like the song she dreamt with every night, or her game with Cross. The fact couldn't handle this, she couldn't- she didn't want to. She wasn't her sister. She wasn't strong.
And while this was losing herself to something and letting down what Cross had carefully taught her. Euphie was not stupid, she could see where she was going. It was dark and she was still a child. Somewhere.
"Help." she traced it with her fingertips.
Leon tightened his hold around her shoulders. Against what? Against whom? He would, though, against anything. "Just tell me what you need."
Euphemia felt reassured by his hold. 'You.' That's all, as long as he was around, he wouldn't let her fall, not all the way. As long as he stayed with her no matter what she did. No matter how she became... then it was alright, correct? It had to be. She was not backing out of Cross' games. Euphemia was an eager and fast apprentice.
"I'll be here," Leon muttered, patting her back a little gruffly--but he meant it, anyway, he was... trying to comfort her, which was a rather new thing. He let her lean against him and hoped she was getting some sort of comfort out of it. He didn't know what was wrong, and it was likely he wouldn't for a while now--women were like that, not really telling you anything.
She appreciated the effort just leaning against him, more tiredly now than upset. Crying always was so tiresome, so weak and useless. She had never been able to do her duty back home and now here, it was just the same. Her fingers curled and tightened their grip on his t-shirt though.
Leon remained still for a few moments longer before gathering her up, laying her appropriately on the bed and throwing the covers over her. "Rest," he commanded, though not unkindly. "You'll feel better in the morning."
Euphie smiled up at him, and rubbed her cheeks trying to get rid of the tear-streaks. "Thank you, Leon." She shifted on her side, curling under the covers. It wouldn't take her long to sleep. Euphemia was exhausted. And confused and lost... even with Leon here. Even with Cross, Suzaku- she was lost.
What: Euphie goes looking for Leon.
When: Er, couple of days ago? Backlogged~
Where: Leon's room
Rating: PG for emo~ ♥
The way up the stairs was familiar to her, even at these odd hours of the night. It wasn't too late but it was not early either as Euphie crept up to the fifteenth floor. She left her journal downstairs untouched after she had slamned it shut on Ryuuken. She hadn't known what to say then. Stupid, stupid...
Dressed in white and silk, Euphemia never felt so... vulnerable. Not since Cross had taken her under his wings. His kisses made her feel better.
But now... she ran to the person who was her knight.
Would he be awake? She hoped so. Pushing the door opened she poked her head inside cautiously.
Leon needed to start locking his doors, he thought as caught the movement of the door opening from the corner of his eyes, leaning away from the sink in the bathroom with his toothbrush still in his mouth. It was just Euphemia, but who knew who it could of been otherwise--Fluffyroth (the man, not the mouse), or Cloud coming to take revenge on him for sending that certain mouse... And all he would of had to defend himself was his toothbrush. Leon frowned a bit at her--usually late visits meant something was wrong--but raised his hand in greeting before returning to the sink to spit out his toothpaste and rinse his mouth.
"Euphemia," he greeted with a nod of his head as he exited the bathroom. "What's up?"
Never underestimate the power of a well aimed toothbrush. Euphemia had just discovered the power of sporks against giant kitchen roaches. She felt randomly proud of that. Even if it had been short-lived. Euphemia nodded when he greeted her and then set to pace about his room as he rinsed his mouth. She was distracted looking at the fish fiddling with the log elegant sleeves of her gown until she heard his voice.
...She could trust him right?
The princess turned back to him, staring silently, before taking those few steps and clinging to him like a little child.
Leon was a little taken aback at Euphemia's sudden embrace--if you could call it that, it was more like what a drowning sailor would do to a piece of wreckage. Cyan-pan went back to happily making bubble nests. Leon stared down at the pink haired princess, placing a hand against her shoulderblades a little awkwardly.
"What's wrong?" he demanded roughly.
It was then she seemed to regain herself and pulled away, pacing away before turning back and shaking her head. She mouthed 'Nothing' back to him and playing with her sleeves. Well, she couldn't say it. She...
She wanted to go home.
Leon's frown increased, and he folded his arms over his chest as she walked away. He rose an eyebrow briefly at her reply. "You know I don't like being lied to," he rumbled, shifting his weight onto one leg as he looked at her. "What is it?"
Why was everyone asking her for answers she couldn't give?
"Can I sleep here tonight?"
She ran her fingers along the embroidery, the patterns, slowly. Again and again- it didn't calm her down but she didn't quite want to cling to Leon some more. That was not...
Leon paused, then uncrossed his arms and nodded. "Whatever," he assented. It wasn't something new, this arrangement, but usually he knew what was going on and she wasn't so clamed up.
On his whatever she tilted her head and smiled wearily at him before making her way towards him and sitting on the side of the bed quietly. She wanted to say what was wrong, but- but- "Leon?" she enquired silently looking up at him, expectantly.
Leon stood infront of the sitting girl, recrossing his arms as he peered down at her. Sometimes she was quiet, in her own way, after a day full of cheeriness and squiggly lines and hearts, but her manner now was... concerning, at least. "Yeah?"
Euphie lifted her arms up helplessly at him, and then edged closer, sliding her arms around his waist, pressing her face against his t-shirt. And it was then that she began to cry.
Leon tensed. Crying. He couldn't see it or hear it but he could feel it, the way she trembled against him, and his shirt was starting to get slightly damp. "Euphemia?" he questioned as softly as he could manage, an arm wrapping around her small shoulders. "What happened?"
She was somewhere so dark now, it was like falling down and now there was no stopping this. She shook her head and clung more firmly to him. She couldn't cry to anyone else, she couldn't confess to anyone else. "I don't want to, I don't want to-"
Leon shifted, hands coming to rest on her shoulders and gently move her away from him--or at least to attempt to without shoving her. "Euphemia, I can't hear you," he reminded her gruffly.
He was pulling her back gently and she released her grip, staring up at him blankly. Euphemia hadn't stop crying. She supposed it would eventually come to this, the game she was playing with Cross could only lead this way. "Don't leave me."
Leon blinked at her. What had brought this on? But the look in her eye said she was serious... "Hey," he attempted to reassure, wiping away her falling tears with the pad of his thumb. "What are knights for, right? I'm not going anywhere."
The princess sucked in her breath, forcing her breathing to even a little even if she didn't stop crying. The touch was reassuring, "No matter what, right? Always?" As long as he didn't leave her, no matter how far she fell, how dark she became, how... how- how- "You're my knight, always?"
Leon knew the promise was an unsteady one. The castle brought people here, and had the power to take them away. "Yeah," he said anyway, partly because Euphemia didn't need to hear that and partly because he might not want to hear it himself. "Always." And he would, technically, because even if one of them were brought back to their world, their hearts would still hold that promise even if they didn't remember.
The girl slipped her arms around him again, pulling closer like a little child and clung on. She was still crying, but it was a bit calmer now, almost empty. And she opened her mouth- because he couldn't see her like this- and began speaking.
...About everything which was a secret, because he was her knight and because he couldn't hear her.
It only made it hurt a little less.
And Leon let her, because he knew she wasn't making a mistake. It kind of stung, like a paper cut, because being unable to hear her when she spoke against his skin was almost as bad as her not saying anything at all. Almost, anyway. But he let her do as she please, because that's what knights did, right? Protected their princesses, and if she felt safer telling him but not telling him, then whatever. He'd live with it.
This was just a first step. Maybe one day she would tell him, but there were secrets which had to remain like that. Like the song she dreamt with every night, or her game with Cross. The fact couldn't handle this, she couldn't- she didn't want to. She wasn't her sister. She wasn't strong.
And while this was losing herself to something and letting down what Cross had carefully taught her. Euphie was not stupid, she could see where she was going. It was dark and she was still a child. Somewhere.
"Help." she traced it with her fingertips.
Leon tightened his hold around her shoulders. Against what? Against whom? He would, though, against anything. "Just tell me what you need."
Euphemia felt reassured by his hold. 'You.' That's all, as long as he was around, he wouldn't let her fall, not all the way. As long as he stayed with her no matter what she did. No matter how she became... then it was alright, correct? It had to be. She was not backing out of Cross' games. Euphemia was an eager and fast apprentice.
"I'll be here," Leon muttered, patting her back a little gruffly--but he meant it, anyway, he was... trying to comfort her, which was a rather new thing. He let her lean against him and hoped she was getting some sort of comfort out of it. He didn't know what was wrong, and it was likely he wouldn't for a while now--women were like that, not really telling you anything.
She appreciated the effort just leaning against him, more tiredly now than upset. Crying always was so tiresome, so weak and useless. She had never been able to do her duty back home and now here, it was just the same. Her fingers curled and tightened their grip on his t-shirt though.
Leon remained still for a few moments longer before gathering her up, laying her appropriately on the bed and throwing the covers over her. "Rest," he commanded, though not unkindly. "You'll feel better in the morning."
Euphie smiled up at him, and rubbed her cheeks trying to get rid of the tear-streaks. "Thank you, Leon." She shifted on her side, curling under the covers. It wouldn't take her long to sleep. Euphemia was exhausted. And confused and lost... even with Leon here. Even with Cross, Suzaku- she was lost.