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“You don’t have to stay here all night... one of us will stay here with him so you can go get some rest.”

“It’s alright. Knowing Galo if somebody isn’t here when he wakes up he’ll jump up and tear the IVs out. I’m just making sure he doesn’t get more hurt.”

The hand of a comforting friend removed itself from Lio’s shoulder as they agreed to leave him be.

Once the two were alone again, Lio looked at Galo and his relaxed, conversational expression was replaced with a concerned frown. “He’s always getting himself into something, huh?”

——

People came and went as the day ebbed away, leaving Lio alone with medical apparatuses, the sickening sterile smell of the room, and an unconscious Galo.

Lio folded his body so that his elbows leaned up against Galo’s bedside and his arms crossed each other. He slowly lowered his head onto them, a yawn betraying his vow to watch over Galo until he woke. Lio’s eyes were drawn to the IV sticking into Galo’s arm like a beacon. Heavy-lidded and blurry eyed, he traced the path from the needle to the drip, watching as each consecutive drop collected and entered the sleeping man’s body. Eventually, the steady rhythm encouraged Lio to close his eyes. He reached out tentatively and curled his fingers gently around Galo’s limp digits, seeking a bit of comfort for himself as much as he tried to create something to anchor Galo to the waking world. After finding his comfort, it wasn’t long until the tired visitor succumbed to sleep.

Much to Lio’s chagrin Galo liked to waltz across the trapeze separating bravery and recklessness. Unfortunately for Galo the net below only existed on the side of courage, so when he made a misstep in his gallant attempts at rescue, there was no guarantee that anybody would be there to save him. Despite Lio’s teasing and the general conclusion that Galo was an irredeemable airhead, to see him in his element proved that he was so much more than that. His instincts guided him to the right path before his thoughts could even catch up; he had memorized the layout of the building from his entrance for sure and had been planning a route of escape for him and the victim trapped inside; he knew the proper procedures and the first aid he’d have to administer as soon as the two were free. He knew it all and yet he still failed. Not by any fault of his own, but because fate had decided that even the great Galo Thymos was susceptible to injury.

Because of this unavoidable fact, Lio lay in waiting in a hospital room. A place he despised with every will of his being. White coats put him on edge. Just being in the place made him feel like he was next to be put under the knife. No matter his level of discomfort, he steeled himself to remain until Galo was able to tell him to leave himself. Even then he wondered if he actually would.

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There was smoke. So much smoke and heat. He wasn’t that worried about it though, he had his trusty matoi tech armor at his disposal to absolutely rock this emergency to its core! He knows what he needs to do and where he needs to go. He’s on his toes, fueled by the thrill of danger, ready for absolutely everything.

Except, this time he wasn’t. He hadn’t anticipated the ceiling structure giving in so soon. He remembers shouting through his communication only for it to go dead after a loud cracking and groaning. The armor was the only thing that kept him from being absolutely crushed. There was fire and then nothing.

He dreams, but he doesn’t remember anything. He has to get out of here!

Sucking in a breath, he sits up with a fast, jerking motion. His breath is taken just as quickly as it came with a grunt of pain.

He slumps back against the bed, clutching his chest. Gritting his teeth, Galo squints up at the ceiling.

Oh. Wait a minute. There’s no smoke and that’s definitely a white ceiling. His nose tingles with the scent of bleach and sanitizer. Ah, a hospital. He’s alive and in a hospital attached to equipment and bandaged up.

Fuck. This is going to put him out of commission for a while.

His attention is immediately drawn to Lio at his bedside as he lays there trying to catch his breath again, now knowing he shouldn’t push it. At least not right now. He may push it later if he can get away with it.

“Hey there, firebug.” His voice cracks, but he attempts a small smile. How long was he out for? Lio looks tired.

Lio raised his head groggily when he felt the sheets rustling beneath him. Interrupted from his slumber, he was momentarily disoriented. He rubbed at his eyes with the backs of his hands, trying to focus on the situation. “Galo...? ... Galo!”

Lio came to his taps and quickly realized that he shouldn’t be causing such a commotion in a hospital. He knew this wasn’t the place to be raising his voice but the frustration failed to leave his body in any other form than tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

“Don’t you ‘Hey there, firebug’ me.” His fists took hold of the disheveled sheets, trembling in his clutches. If he hadn’t been so injured, Lio would have hit him for scaring him so badly and then wearing that stupid smile of his after nearly getting killed.

“Do you have any idea what happened?! What were you thinking?!”

Lio didn’t have to ask that. He knew the answer. Galo hadn’t been thinking about anything besides helping others. That gallant idiot only knew how to think of others, even when he was so desperately in need of saving.

Lio sat in his concern fueled rage until the flames died down, leaving him to simmer in relief.

“I thought this time you weren’t going to make it.”

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|Long shifts are rough on the body. Even more so when the shift goes on longer than anticipated due to an untimely fire. He's glad he was there to help extinguish the flames, but he's even happier that it's over.

Slipping into his apartment and trudging across the carpet to his small room took the last bit of energy he had. He knows he's gross and probably has to eat, but right now, he just doesn't care. Galo plops face-first onto an unmade bed, ceasing to exist upon contact.

He doesn't know how long he's been asleep, but he knows something is different. Literally, his shoes are off. When did he take his shoes off?? He's not quite awake enough to figure much out, but there's a body attached to his. Oh, it's Lio. But isn't he gross? He totally had to smell like sweat and smoke. Whatever.

He's pretty sure Lio wasn't home when he got here, but Galo is glad he's back. He cracks open one eye to spy a familiar blonde, a sleepy smile pulling at his lips. He shifts his head to bury his face in Lio's hair. He smells nice.

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|Fleeing in fear of Lio’s wrath, Galo wasted no time locking himself into the bathroom with a small hoot of victory. He’s sure Lio will get him back with something later on, but he’s just gonna have to be ready for it!

With his shirt already gone, everything else gets dumped on the bathroom floor for Galo to begin his morning ritual. These steps include a shower accompanied by a lovely number of whatever song he’d heard on the radio a day or two ago. Sometimes, if he’s feeling saucy, he will sing that one song about the moon and pizza pies, especially if he knows Lio might be listening.

He’s holed up in the bathroom for a good half hour, coming out with a large, fluffed up mass of hair on his head thanks to a date with a blow dryer and smelling like he just rolled in whatever body wash they share. He struts out of the bedroom in a fresh pair of lounge pants to seek out Lio in the kitchen.

“What’s cookin’, good lookin’?” He sniffs at the air, weaseling right up into Lio’s space. He’s not likely to go away until he’s fed or given a task to do. You now have an attention leech by the name of Galo, Lio.

It hits Lio all too quickly that he is surrounded by domesticity.

From his position, he could hear Galo through the bathroom door, into the hallway, and to the kitchen. Though the song was indistinguishable between the interfering sounds and Galo’s successful attempt to make as much noise as possible, Lio found himself grinning at the image of the man in the shower giving a one-man performance and how he’d eagerly give an encore if it meant making Lio smile.

For all the time he spent reminding himself that this was not his home, he failed to realize how intrinsic his being had become to its design. What had once been a one-man bachelor pad was no more impressive, but it certainly showed signs of a couple living there, rather than a single occupant. As much as Lio claimed that he was adamantly against moving in and he wasn’t about to intrude on Galo’s home, now that he had settled in he was embarrassed to admit just how long it took his mind to catch up with his body. From leaving his few earthly possessions wherever he laid them down, to claiming a spot (a specific spot no less) in Galo’s bed, he had made himself at home quite some time before he called it that.

As per usual, he heard Galo before he saw him. Bare feet still slick with moisture crossed the threshold of the kitchen, looking noticeably more rejuvenated than the hulk of a man who flopped into their bed last night. Lio’s nose twitched as Galo pressed up against him, smelling his body wash before he even made it to him and he felt himself hard pressed to keep stirring rather than reaching out and ruffling the unruly mass of blue hair that stared back at him.

“Paws off, Thymos.” He warns, threateningly pointing a whisk in Galo’s direction. He flicks his wrist gently, tapping the batter covered utensil off of Galo’s nose before directing it back to the bowl.

“Whoops,” Lio chirps, smirking at himself as he tilts his head back into Galo’s chest and looks up at him. “Didn’t realize you were that close.”

He continues stirring the mixture, enjoying the momentary glimpse of a stupefied Galo before he inevitably starts squawking, or better yet, attempts to retaliate.

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don bluth animation starters! (part one.)

❝ when you’re right, you’re right. and you’re right. ❞

❝ i know you don’t like visitors, but this is an emergency. ❞

❝ follow me – but don’t touch anything. understand? ❞

❝ i’ve learned this much: take what you can, when you can. ❞

❝ that was no accident! ❞

❝ i’m tired of bed. i want to get up. ❞

❝ don’t you sweet-talk me! ❞

❝ come inside or go away. ❞

❝ what you see in here, you must swear absolute secrecy. ❞

❝ i lost my family, too. ❞

❝ hey, come on! who are you gonna believe. me, or your own eyes? ❞

❝ we’ll be alright. as long as we’re together, we’ll be alright. ❞

❝ for the hundredth time, we’re playing poker. ❞

❝ i want to get out of here. ❞

❝ some things you see with your eyes, some things you see with your heart. ❞

❝ please get up. yes you can, get up! ❞

❝ how do i know if you are going to be with me? ❞

❝ i’ll be with you. even if you can’t see me. ❞

❝ you might always miss her. but she’ll always be with you. ❞

❝ i can take care of myself. ❞

❝ my stomach is talking. ❞

❝ don’t ever wish to be anything but what you are. ❞

❝ don’t worry, you’ll get over me. ❞

❝ have you forgotten what it’s like to be 16? ❞

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Another Update

Hi everyone. Long time no see! I hope you’re all doing well. I’m sorry again for my extended absence, but I wanted to drop by and give an explanation now that I’m in a better state of mind.

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#behind the burnish // ooc #((I'm pretty sure everybody who follows my Lio follows my Gueira but just in case))

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|Long shifts are rough on the body. Even more so when the shift goes on longer than anticipated due to an untimely fire. He's glad he was there to help extinguish the flames, but he's even happier that it's over.

Slipping into his apartment and trudging across the carpet to his small room took the last bit of energy he had. He knows he's gross and probably has to eat, but right now, he just doesn't care. Galo plops face-first onto an unmade bed, ceasing to exist upon contact.

He doesn't know how long he's been asleep, but he knows something is different. Literally, his shoes are off. When did he take his shoes off?? He's not quite awake enough to figure much out, but there's a body attached to his. Oh, it's Lio. But isn't he gross? He totally had to smell like sweat and smoke. Whatever.

He's pretty sure Lio wasn't home when he got here, but Galo is glad he's back. He cracks open one eye to spy a familiar blonde, a sleepy smile pulling at his lips. He shifts his head to bury his face in Lio's hair. He smells nice.

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His limbs scream freedom as soon as Lio is up off the bed. He can still feel the ghost of Lio’s fingers along his arm. He’s happy and warm and most of all he feels loved. He can’t help but peer up at Lio, taking a moment to appreciate the view, a soft smile on his face.

Galo sits up, stretching out his arms towards the sky as far as they will possibly go, exhaling as he comes down from the stretch. “Don’t catch anything on fire while I’m in the shower.” He doesn’t even want to fathom such a situation, but he can’t help but poke fun at Lio.

As soon as his feet hit the floor, he’s already yanking his shirt off, tossing it directly at Lio’s head. He makes a break for the bathroom with a laugh. “Thanks, babe!” He knows better than to stick around long enough for Lio to invoke his wrath.

Lio’s protest at Galo’s comment on his cooking ability was smothered by the impact of Galo’s shirt, stale and less than pleasantly smelling after a day’s work and a good night’s sleep. Had he still possessed his control of flames, he would have been able to remove an item from their laundry total. After a moment’s disgruntled hesitation, he removed the item, crumbling it into a ball and forcing it down onto the bed as he picked himself off of it.

Galo’s warning rolled over in his head. Perhaps picking up arson as a hobby wouldn’t be so bad.

Dismissing the dangerous thought with the shake of his head, Lio finally headed out to the kitchen, leaving their sheets unmade for the second day in a row.

Later, Lio told himself to rid himself of guilt. Laundry could be done when there was no threat of having it thrown at him.

“Love you too,” he grumbled.

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Leaving Galo to his devices, Lio now stood in the kitchen, hands folded into fists on his hips, with an alarmingly serious look of confliction. Their cupboards had become bare in the last few days and the series of “we’ll do it laters” in response to when they would restock were running low. He rose onto his toes like a bird about to take flight and snatched a box of pancake mix from the cupboard over the fridge.

“This’ll have to do,” he told himself before finding the other necessary tools to begin (an admittedly mediocre) breakfast while his boyfriend showered.

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“You don’t have to stay here all night... one of us will stay here with him so you can go get some rest.”

“It’s alright. Knowing Galo if somebody isn’t here when he wakes up he’ll jump up and tear the IVs out. I’m just making sure he doesn’t get more hurt.”

The hand of a comforting friend removed itself from Lio’s shoulder as they agreed to leave him be.

Once the two were alone again, Lio looked at Galo and his relaxed, conversational expression was replaced with a concerned frown. “He’s always getting himself into something, huh?”

——

People came and went as the day ebbed away, leaving Lio alone with medical apparatuses, the sickening sterile smell of the room, and an unconscious Galo.

Lio folded his body so that his elbows leaned up against Galo’s bedside and his arms crossed each other. He slowly lowered his head onto them, a yawn betraying his vow to watch over Galo until he woke. Lio’s eyes were drawn to the IV sticking into Galo’s arm like a beacon. Heavy-lidded and blurry eyed, he traced the path from the needle to the drip, watching as each consecutive drop collected and entered the sleeping man’s body. Eventually, the steady rhythm encouraged Lio to close his eyes. He reached out tentatively and curled his fingers gently around Galo’s limp digits, seeking a bit of comfort for himself as much as he tried to create something to anchor Galo to the waking world. After finding his comfort, it wasn’t long until the tired visitor succumbed to sleep.

Much to Lio’s chagrin Galo liked to waltz across the trapeze separating bravery and recklessness. Unfortunately for Galo the net below only existed on the side of courage, so when he made a misstep in his gallant attempts at rescue, there was no guarantee that anybody would be there to save him. Despite Lio’s teasing and the general conclusion that Galo was an irredeemable airhead, to see him in his element proved that he was so much more than that. His instincts guided him to the right path before his thoughts could even catch up; he had memorized the layout of the building from his entrance for sure and had been planning a route of escape for him and the victim trapped inside; he knew the proper procedures and the first aid he’d have to administer as soon as the two were free. He knew it all and yet he still failed. Not by any fault of his own, but because fate had decided that even the great Galo Thymos was susceptible to injury.

Because of this unavoidable fact, Lio lay in waiting in a hospital room. A place he despised with every will of his being. White coats put him on edge. Just being in the place made him feel like he was next to be put under the knife. No matter his level of discomfort, he steeled himself to remain until Galo was able to tell him to leave himself. Even then he wondered if he actually would.

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WHERE DO YOU GO WHEN YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES?

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the lavish party before your eyes is yours to claim, dear inmate. you've imprisoned yourself in a sea of society's lies for far too long, and it's time you get everyone screaming. do you feel the weight of the crown on your head? is it digging into your skull? what of the knives in your chest; the accusations against your good name? shrug them off like you would a fur coat. show the world the light, dear royal.

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#(this was really neat! I like this answer for Lio)#Let the Games Begin // Dash Games #gallantambitions

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Lio opened his mouth to give a response, but his words were lost on his tongue. Dried lips pressed together into a thin line and his eyebrows moved together beneath his bangs as he contemplated the correct answer.

Their life was one caught in a constant liminal state; for each door they opened one locked tight behind them. It was difficult to lay down roots when they were occupied burning down the rest of the forest.

To any of the others who followed Lio and his generals, he would have offered a simple answer. That the Burnish would survive, make a city of their own, and burn higher and brighter than those unaffected by the Promare could ever imagine. But how much of that was wishful thinking?

A dreamer he may have been, but the realist in him filled the gaps in his fantastical plans and kept the whole thing together.

“I... I don’t know, Meis. I don’t know what’s going to happen.” A rare moment of weakness slipped past pink lips as Lio found himself being won over by heavy-lidded blue eyes and a face he trusted more than any other.

He wondered how long Meis had been waiting to ask this. How long it would take before the others questioned his lead as well. Despite his derailing train of thoughts, Lio knew that Meis trusted him just as much as Lio trusted him in return. Meis wasn’t questioning his resolve, he was asking for his peace of mind. For Lio’s, too.

Lio may have owned the title of “boss” but authority be damned he would do anything for Meis and Gueira. He wore himself thin for each and every one of the Burnish he appointed to his care, but it was more than just an obligation or his role as their representative that tied him to them. Since becoming a Burnish — perhaps even longer than that — no others had met Lio on an emotional level in the way that they so flawlessly had. They may not have always seen eye-to-eye, and even still their beliefs wavered from a converging goal, but no matter the strife they would always come back together.

For working with him, for protecting him, for caring for him, Lio owed Meis a proper answer along with whatever else his mortal life could offer.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I can promise you this: we will make an impression and they will respect us. You’ve already done more than you think. We’ve planted seeds, we just have to cultivate them. If I have to burn my last in order to promise you a future, I will.” Lio looked up at Meis, offering him a somber smile in place of his usual strengthened, speech-giving expression. “So bear with me, okay?”

#((my favourite thing about this was the comment about fate/their path in life. The fact that he found a purpose in the wandering. Wow.))#Lio replies #flamesided

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Lifting his free hand to cover his mask of a dumbfounded expression, Lio began to speak. “Oh? You didn’t know? What a shame... I’m sure you’d like him.” Lio reached out and rubbed Galo’s arm in consolation. He glanced past Galo’s delightfully disappointed face to see the girls hanging onto the counter and cheering him on. When he looked back, he tagged on, “He’s wonderful, really.”

The first truth of the night slipped past Lio’s lips; he was wonderful. Whether it was the way he treated Lio or the way he put the entire world first. His boundless empathy or his powerful physique. His dedication to his job or his dedication to Lio. Whatever quality one chose to highlight, Lio was enamoured by it all. Even on the days when he wanted to make Galo sleep on the couch. They were opposite in nearly every way, but instead of clashing the two fit together, filling the spaces where the other drew the lines. Where one struggled, the other lessened the burden. He wanted Galo to know that – whether he’d remember it in the morning or not.

|Galo can practically feel the soul leaving his body as he tries not to outwardly panic with Lio touching him. He doesn’t do a very good job though, eyeing Lio’s hands on his arm. His eyes are practically bugging out of his skull. Why is Lio sitting here telling him about this person? Is he rubbing it in Galo’s face? Is this pity comfort?

“Do I know him?” He’s nosey as hell, wanting to know just who had the attention and affection of his crush. It’s important information he needs to file away for later. He’s totally not going to hunt them down.

His panic turns into a pout, reaching up to cover Lio’s hand on his arm. He’s unconsciously leaning into Lio’s space. “It really sounds as if you really like this person. Are you sure you’re sold? Cause I could probably give him a run for his money.”

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“What’s this? Jealous, Thymos?”

As if drawn to him by magnetism, Lio leaned forward.

“To answer your questions...” Lio could barely contain his laughter, but he managed to keep up his facade without letting any more than a chuckle escape. “I’m definitely ‘sold’. He’s an idiot sometimes, but he’s reliable, and he’s managed to save the day more than once.”

This time a laugh slipped. He really was an idiot, wasn’t he? But the latter half of the statement still stood. Lio doubted Galo would be able to offer much in terms of intelligence with his current level of intoxication, but even now Lio was convinced that if somebody needed help he’d sober up and jump right to it. Hell, he’d do it drunk.

He paused, raising a finger to his lip and pulling on the bottom slightly. He feigned an introspective thought when really, he was just giving himself time to enjoy Galo’s overreaction.

Finally, Lio nodded. Curt and sure of himself. “Oh! Yeah. You definitely know him.”

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“I’m sure my boyfriend would agree.”

His stomach plummets to the floor as fast as his confidence picks up and goes on vacation. Now he’s embarrassed for an entirely different reason. Lio already had a boyfriend? Damn. After all this time of Galo building up the nerve to woo him, he’s already lost his chance before it began.

“Y-your boyfriend?” He stumbles over his words, not quite sure why Lio would be playing along with him if he has someone else. It’s not exactly what Galo would call appropriate, but if Lio is going to flirt back, Galo won’t stop him. It will at least give him fantasy material he can make use of later when he goes home to cry it out.

“I didn’t know you had one.” His shoulders droop, reaching up to rub the back of his head. Someone should just whack him upside the head with his matoi to end this embarrassment.

Lifting his free hand to cover his mask of a dumbfounded expression, Lio began to speak. “Oh? You didn’t know? What a shame... I’m sure you’d like him.” Lio reached out and rubbed Galo’s arm in consolation. He glanced past Galo’s delightfully disappointed face to see the girls hanging onto the counter and cheering him on. When he looked back, he tagged on, “He’s wonderful, really.”

The first truth of the night slipped past Lio’s lips; he was wonderful. Whether it was the way he treated Lio or the way he put the entire world first. His boundless empathy or his powerful physique. His dedication to his job or his dedication to Lio. Whatever quality one chose to highlight, Lio was enamoured by it all. Even on the days when he wanted to make Galo sleep on the couch. They were opposite in nearly every way, but instead of clashing the two fit together, filling the spaces where the other drew the lines. Where one struggled, the other lessened the burden. He wanted Galo to know that -- whether he’d remember it in the morning or not.

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|Momma told him to be more careful! It’s not like he meant to break the only wooden sword he had! He rummages around in his pockets, pulling out a scrap strip of fabric. With every bit of concentration he had, Galo gets to work on trying to tie his sword back together. Maybe momma can help him do a better job when he gets home for dinner.

After a few moments of struggling, he manages to tie the bandage in a knot. Galo steps back to admire his handiwork for a moment with a giant cheesy grin, but it falls with the sound of crying. Is somebody crying? He can’t let someone be upset if he’s going to be a knight one day!

Galo swipes up his prized toy from the ground, following the sobbing along the tall, concrete wall that seemed to go on forever in either direction. He spies a crack in the wall where the noise seems to be the loudest. With a deep breath, he cups his hands around his mouth and shouts.

“Hey! Is someone there? Are you okay?"

–

He remembers that day with unwavering clarity. He never expected to gain a lifelong penpal, yet here he was adding the finishing touches to a letter that had to be a good seven pages long. He’s got so much to share with his friend of many years, especially since he hasn’t been able to have time to send mail recently. He’s been utterly exhausted with the last-minute preparations for his knighting that he’s just been too busy to properly communicate.

Aw, fuck! He totally loses track of time, not realizing he’d have to run like a madman to the palace after bidding his mother goodbye for a little bit. He has just enough time to shove his letter through that crack in the wall and make it on time to meet the royal family. @burnish-boss

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| The young prince ran from the castle as fast as his legs could carry him, stumbling over the steps and scraping his hands and knees when they made contact with the thickly laid concrete. In one of his earliest displays of wreckless determination, he got up and kept running, all the way to the botanical garden. He collapsed beside a rose bush nestled neatly against the wall and pulled his knees to his chest. Tears rolled down his face hot and heavy. As quickly as he could wipe them away with ruffled white sleeves, now dirty and damp, they spilled over; his own emotions blinding him literally and figuratively.

He hadn’t noticed the crack or the noise from the other side of the wall until a startling loud voice forcefully removed Lio from his distress.

“Hey! Is someone there? Are you okay?”

Embarrassed by his overheard tantrum, he let out a last indignant sniff and wiped his arm across his face. He desperately tried to contain his sobs and he cleared his throat and straightened his shirt before answering, as if this disembodied voice belonged to a watchman at the top of the wall, rather than another child talking through the crack.

“I’m fine...” He replied cautiously, feeling his voice still thick from crying. Surely he hadn’t convinced the stranger. If he hadn’t been so open about his fears, he wouldn’t have had to run from his retainer... and he certainly wouldn’t have had to explain himself to a stranger. Nevertheless, there was something comforting about the sound of the voice. It hadn’t sounded like the people Lio had grown used to, patronizing and cold. Instead, it sounded soft and concerned. It was a welcome change, even if Lio’s walls had been raised as high as the one separating them.

—

Never would he have thought that an unfortunate passerby would become a lifelong friend, but even on the days leading up to Lio’s coronation as king, he found himself travelling to the wall to send and retrieve letters. As days turned to decades and Lio grew into his role as sovereign, the content of his letters became sparse, often asking more of his nameless friend than revealing to him. Though Lio assumed his position was obvious from the location of their conversations, he tried to keep his status private from their sacred transgressions. Perhaps his friend thought he was a servant of some sort or perhaps he had seen through Lio’s thinly veiled disguise.

“Your Highness,” a voice called to him from the garden. “There you are!”

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“First thing’s first, have you eaten?” Ah yes the generic self help checklist. In theory, everyone has a checklist in their brain that reminded of the everyday menial task one has to follow in order to better themselves. Gueira’s top priority? Baths, along with other things like eat better and pick up a new hobby. So far in his checklist that was collecting dust and cobwebs, he had only picked up one and that was because it was an essential. That’s right, hobbies. Baths? Yeah, reschedule for next week. In all seriousness though, there was a checklist and even the task of taking a bath was harder than it seems when he couldn’t even bring himself to get out of bed in the morning. Now that he was looking after his friend? There was a new list in his mind, one of which was asking if the other had eaten already. Gueira wasn’t in the mood to be gallivanting with his peers during dinner so he skipped it and spent it up here instead just admiring the view and alone time. Judging by the minutes that passed when he got up there to Lio sitting beside him, it seems to the ex-burnish that he skipped a meal as well. And that? isn’t a go for him. “Because there’s this really great place I found last week that has these huge bowls of noodles for cheap-” An offer to share a meal that maybe didn’t involve them being boss and general, although they’ve surpassed that title long ago. It didn’t hurt to push the boundary forward and heck maybe he’d be able to hear his story. Personal or not. Business or casual. Boring or exciting. Gueira wants to hear something that he’s been dying to hear ever since they met. And that was what is on his mind. His boss was looked and acted like the type to put other’s needs in before his and the hot-head wants to finally hear the side of his boss he never saw. The human side, vulnerable, raw, and real. Not just the amazing figure head they all made him out to be, but the person who didn’t have to put on a brave front. “My treat of course.”

Lio froze at the sudden question, noting the serious look in Gueira’s eyes. It was a similar look to the one he wore when performing a task for Lio or pridefully reporting something, but there was something different about it that he couldn’t quite place. Perhaps, if Lio had been more acutely aware of his own emotions, he would have been able to see the concern reflected in Gueira’s fiery eyes.

“About that...” he began, scratching the tip of his nose. He sighed and shrugged with a weary smile. “I suppose you know the answer.”

When Gueira had up and left, Lio had been close on his heels. His own methods of self-preservation ignored in favour of checking on his friend.

He listened as Gueira clumsily invited him out for a meal and grinned in response. “I’ll take you up on that offer,” Lio answered with a nod. “Next time’s on me.”

How long had it been since Lio had been able to level with somebody like this? Take a request because he wanted to rather than out of obligation? He hoped that his subtle hint at making a regular practice of spending more time together was read amongst his offer.

Lio rose to his full height, placing his hands on his hips and stretching before extending a hand for Gueira.

“Lead the way.”

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CHARACTER ZODIAC AESTHETIC.

ARIES. bonfires. competitiveness. hand veins. loud laughs. messy hair. sneaking out at 2 am. abandoned beaches. stray dogs. candle lights. body language. creaking floorboards. Ouija boards. having no regrets. karaoke nights out.

TAURUS. house plants. over-sized sweaters. soft hands. fuzzy socks. visiting big cities. snoozing your alarm clock. the color yellow. vanilla - scented candles. aloe vera. fruit smoothies. baking cookies. the mom friend. loves the ukulele.

GEMINI. femme fatale movies. in love with female villains. sharp eyeliner. quick - witted. does things out of spite. do no harm but take no shit. in love with dogs. probably cries during sad movies but won’t admit it. easily excited. ripped jeans.

CANCER. mermaids. easily infatuated by love. smelling flowers. picnics in open fields. gets sad when thinking about the past. impressed easily. daydreaming in class. plucking fresh fruit. loves fashion. would die for their friends.

LEO. confident in what they do. kill them with kindness. high ponytails. probably wants to visit Paris once. not afraid to tell the truth. in love with cute animals. the one to lift others up. good at teamwork. the warm feeling of summer. dragons.

VIRGO. pastel markers. the smell of lavender. has a welcoming vibe around them. actually organized. scrunchies. neat notes. loves going to museums. probably into photography. neutral colors. handwritten letters. stardust.

LIBRA. soft blankets. cuddling the ones you love (won’t admit it). always standing up for your friends. hopeless spurned romantic. can be very distant. can be a little dramatic. pretty hair. dresses nicely. tries to be popular on social media. optimistic. humorous.

SCORPIO. cottages in the woods. in love with Greek mythology. vintage t - shirts. really emotional but doesn’t want anyone to know. determined. moonlight. pretty handwriting. into the retro aesthetic. rainy days. doesn’t judge people. cats.

SAGITTARIUS. always ready for an adventure. street smart. wants to travel the world someday. doesn’t easily trust people. alcohol. paintbrushes. can’t sit still. untied shoelaces. tangled up earphones. blasting music at midnight. eye - gazing.

CAPRICORN. cold aura. coffee is what keeps them going. probably hasn’t slept in two days. actually a big softie. high - waisted jeans. cute pet videos. small apartments. has too many notebooks. often goes to the library. writing essays.

AQUARIUS. loves to paint & do any kind of art. wants to live at the seaside. knows a lot of random facts. shares food. messy notes. bullshits an entire essay. graffiti. has their own distinct style. wants to live their life like they want to.

PISCES. old teddy bears. unsent love letters. mom - jeans. loves to sing. feels at home by the ocean. writes poetry. hard - workers. always up for deep conversations. probably did the stupid thing. open curtains. a soft breeze.

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[ hand ]: my muse kisses your muse’s hand and then presses it against their cheek @burnish-boss

|It’s the weekend. They don’t party much at all unless it’s a super special occasion like someone’s birthday or a holiday. This particular party was a celebration for Varis’ birthday. The station was decorated with various colored balloons and ribbons. Pizza boxes were stacked high in the kitchen and the fridge was stocked with beer. The girls were mixing various cocktails for everyone and shots lined the table.

They’re well into the party and Galo has been talked into taste-testing everything that leaves the kitchen. He’s no lightweight due to previous drinking competitions, but he’s been in there for some time now so he’s got a really good buzz going on. There’s one particular blonde he’s been eyeing up, and with the encouragement of the girls, he marches right over to Lio, leaning against the wall in what he imagines is extremely smooth.

“Hey, feel these gloves.” He offers his hand out to Look with a smug look. “Know what it’s made of? Boyfriend material.” Fuck yeah, he totally pulled it off- WOAH did Lio just kiss his hand? And now he’s holding Galo’s hand against his face? That line may have worked a little too well and Galo is nothing but red from the neck up to his hairline. He’s forgotten how to talk and if he wasn’t wearing a shirt he would probably be red everywhere else. Oh God, he is metaphorically on fire.

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Lio had not expected to be invited Varys’ birthday celebrations — or any other celebrations for that matter — and he certainly had not expected to go and actually enjoy himself while he was there. He had been making pleasant small talk with some of the members of Burning Rescue that he hadn’t become particularly well acquainted with yet and was making good progress due to the augmentation of a berry flavoured cooler. He had not dared to drink enough that it would inhibit his mental faculties any, especially in front of such unpredicatable company (not that he feared any harm from them, just incessant ridicule), but he felt a a slight buzz that came in tandem with some additional social benefits.

“Don’t look now, but loverboy’s on his way over with his thinking face on,” Remi warned Lio, nudging the smaller man to get him to look in Galo’s direction. Lio heard a chuckle as his company stepped past him, choosing to observe from a safe distance rather than up close. “Good luck.”

Lio’s gloved hand raised to pinch the bridge of his nose, preparing for whatever tomfoolery was about to begin.

Galo marched over to him clumsily, egged on by the cheering of Burning Rescue’s female members. Once he was within a comfortable distance of Lio, he leaned against the wall heavily, supporting his weight with one arm and eyeing Lio with a confident gaze.

“Hey, feel these gloves. Know what it’s made of?”

He was not about to say what Lio thought he was going to say. Lio watched in horrified silence as Galo extended his hand.

“Boyfriend material.”

Was that... a pickup line? Was Galo using (questionably) flirty icebreakers on... his boyfriend?

Lio really should have monitored his alchohol consumption.

Nevertheless, Lio felt a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach that he struggled to diagnose as the result of the alcohol or his infuriating fondness for that disaster of a man.

Lio laid his drink down on a nearby table and stepped forward, gently taking Galo’s hand in his own. He raised it to his lips and placed a chaste kiss to his knuckles. “I’m flattered,” he began, putting on his silkiest tones. He tucked part of his bangs behind his ear before continuing. “I’m sure my boyfriend would agree.”

Lio looked up at him with a smile that could, perhaps, be perceived as fond, but it was obvious how amused he was as well. Galo was awfully red for somebody who came over and decided to hit on him.

It was delightful.

Perhaps he had too much to drink as well.

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@gueirafloridaman

“I’m really sorry. I wasn’t there for you when you needed me.” Lio Fotia sighed, taking a seat next to him as they admired the night sky of Promepolis. He took up the mantle of Mad Burnish when in fact, he was only a few years younger than Gueira is. And even with the Promare gone, even when they were living their lives separately, Lio always felt like he was responsible for what he and Meis felt. The care their boss showers them in, he could never know how much it meant to them. And yet even after having a few dark episodes here and there, where his mind wanders into places that no one is supposed to, the other felt responsible for not being able to pull him out. It wasn’t Lio’s responsibility and it shouldn’t be in the first place. “Don’t worry about me, boss. I can handle it. What about you though,”

The hot-head looked at his boss, there were little unnoticeable details about Lio’s features that were only visible up close. “I mean no offense boss, but you look like shit.” Bags under his eyes were starting to form, and he was a lot paler than usual. Come to think of it, when was the last time the other thought about himself too? He seemed so wrapped up in everyone’s life, that when it came to his own problems, Gueira never heard anything from him. Not even a tiny complaint. A tired sigh escaped his lips, letting his gaze wander out into the city’s nightlife “Look, Gueira, I just… Just take care of yourself. Okay?”.

“No that ain’t fair, I want to be there for you too.” Gueira interrupted, quirking a brow at Lio’s comment. “Look, you’ve always been there for us, right? And well shit, I’m bad at taking care of myself if you can already tell but..” He gave the other a small reassuring nudge, flashing him one his signature goofy smiles “How about we take care of each other, cool?”

Suddenly Lio felt vulnerable to Gueira’s perceptive gaze. Unconsciously, his gloved fingertips grazed over his lower lids when Gueira pointed out his condition. Lio feigned an affronted look in his companion’s direction, but he had looked away at the same time that Lio had attempted to meet his eyes. Even so, with his features obscured, he could still see the concerned crease in the hothead’s brows.

“Look, Gueira, I just... Just take care of yourself. Okay?”

It came out more desperate than Lio had meant, but he did not attempt to repeat himself or remove any of the emotions that permeated into his words. What had begun as a relationship formed of necessity had become that of mutual trust, and the thought of losing Gueira or Meis haunted him.

By default, he had forfeited his position as their leader, yet the name “boss” weighed heavy on his ex-general’s tongue. It was a relic of a time barely past, but it had no authority. He may have adopted the name into their current lives, but Gueira was more than just a pawn. He was no tool to be used, but rather an extension of Lio himself. Without Gueira and Meis he never would have been able to be sitting here like this, and he certainly wouldn’t have made it any further.

His eyes remained trained on Gueira, waiting uncertainly for a response.

What he was met with was far from his expectations, though in hindsight, he should have seen it coming. Gueira was deceivingly perceptive and just as easily as Lio could read him, Lio had left himself open to Gueira’s perusal as well.

His expression was visibly shocked, changed only by the playful nudge that earned a chuckle from Lio.

In response to Gueira’s toothy grin, a gentle smile crossed Lio’s features as he closed his eyes with a content hum. “I like the sound of that,” he agreed, leaning against Gueira’s shoulder comfortably. “Thank you. Taking care of each other it is.”

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@gallantambitions

| “Mmmmm you could feed me.” His death grip only lasts as long as Lio keeps fighting against it. He relaxes again, shimmying down the bed in an attempt to get eye level with Lio. He’s bright-eyed and bushy-tailed now, hair a mess nose to nose with a shit-eating grin.

“In my defense, my shift went longer than it was supposed to so I got in late. You’re lucky I made it to the bed at all.” He’s not going to admit he almost face planted the floor or anything. He’s pretty ok with the outcome though. He gets to look at Lio’s pretty face.

"Thanks for taking care of me.“ Galo leans in to smooch Lio’s nose in his appreciation.

Despite Lio’s most vehement wishes, his face betrayed him and his pale skin flushed red up to the tips of his ears at the earnest confession.

“H-how do you say these things so shamelessly...?” he asked, averting his gaze in fear of stumbling over his words even more. Even so, he pressed his forehead to Galo’s, content simply sharing this moment with him.

He still wasn’t used to the amount of affection -- physical or otherwise -- that Galo provided him with. He had often wondered if he had a finite supply of it, or if this would be the way he would be for their continued lives together.

He hoped the latter was the case.

Trying to ward his embarrassment, Lio changed the subject.

“About that suggestion,” Lio jabbed an accusatory finger into the middle of Galo’s chest, cheeks puffing. “We’ll see how I feel about that after you go clean yourself up.”

He sat up, running his fingers up Galo’s arm, resting them on his cheek. Lio tapped him gently and then leaned over and placed a chaste kiss to the spot as if marking his target.

“I’m awake now, so get up.” He yawned extravagantly, stretching his arms up and over his head before braving the floor with his bare feet. He turned and looked at Galo one more time, a smirk playing on his lips. “Breakfast won’t stay warm forever. So hurry up, okay? And don’t expect anything fancy.”

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