Regressor Leon w/ cg Samson rambles
tw smoking, plus generally childhood angst
~Leon who finds comfort in Samson smoking. It reminds him of his mother, sitting in the living room on one of her good days. She’d play with his hair and talk about stories from her youth. A lot of times they started with ‘before I had you and my life went to shit’ He realizes now it’s a twisted memory. Still he does join Samson when he can’t sleep, bottles of alcohol and half lit cigarettes in a too tiny collapsing living room in a city that isn’t his home
~Samson offers him a cigarette and Leon profusely declines. He might find comfort in the smell but he’s not about to fall down the same destructive habits as his mother
~Roxanne scolds Samson for adding more smoke to an already hazy city. For smoking around Leon when he’s soft. The concern is stronger than the actual threat
~Leon who misses his baby siblings more than life. Who goes through grief and guilt of leaving them behind. Who doesn’t know how to accept help and kindness and care because that was always his role to give not to receive.
~Who can hear the monsters and unspeakable things that roam the city at night. Who’s too small too tired too scared to deal with the looming threats
~Laying with his head on Samson’s lap while the other man plays with his hair and scratches his scalp softly, listening to the childish ramblings of a boy who lost everything
~Samson with a very very long piece of black rope, what is essentially a makeshift leash, tied around Leon’s waist because the other man is like a puppy with the zoomies after a thunder storm, electric charges sparking in the air around him and if Samson doesn’t have something to tether the boy to him he’s going to spend the next three hours trying to find the speedster who doesn’t realize that no one can keep up with his powers.
~Samson who’s learned that no matter what he gets the both of them for dinner his food and what he’s eating is always going to be more appetizing to the kid and is used to having half of his food stolen. He just serves himself a bigger portion and eats whatever Leon doesn’t touch from his own plate.
~Leon who’s less like a child and more like a feral animal, some rabid dog who bites the hand that feeds it and doesn’t know why it can’t accept the kindness given to it vs Samson who’s hand comes away bloodied and only looks at it and thinks he’s always wanted a scary guard dog
~Who gives Leon a collar that has his name on the tag, embroidered on the side ‘WARNING I BITE’
