،، 𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 ៵ ࣪˖ ◜ archived. ◞
such an odd sensation it was for deron to be staring at leon once more, stood amongst daisies - as if was not a fucking villain within his own right. as if he had not dropped deron off on seren's doorstep almost two centries ago and vanished from the entire realm, skipped off to the dawn court to never return a single letter the nymph wrote to him. his self assigned task completed for this gathering, deron knew he should walk away with the knowledge leon at least remained alive. return to the silver of life he'd created for himself and seek peace elsewhere.
but the piece of him that leon had helped forge was far louder, it demanded answers and desired to release a bit of the beast within his chest. " apparently i remain bored enough to bother pestering ghosts." he spoke, voice far colder than he intended.
there they were, like once before. only, leon was far more rugged than before, adorned with new scars and callouses. the fog clears from his sight and he really sees the figure standing before him. their gaze softens for a moment, completely unlike the man who had been weathered down by the bitterness of his own fate. the last several years. ❛ rather handsome ghost then, yes? ❜ leon quips, without missing a beat. as if there weren’t some sense of guilt scrapping at his stomach. ❛ you’re welcome, of course. it’s not every day someone is blessed with my presence. alive or dead. ❜ a daisy petal turns to dust in - between his fingers. ❛ time’s treated you well? ❜ with a hint of curiosity in their tone.
