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LEON:

he raised his hand as well, holding it about an inch from raquel’s own. their hands are very different, surprisingly. raquel’s palms are wider, leon’s are scarred with swordplay where raquel’s are calloused by gunfire.

life had been cruel to the belmont family in the wake of his legacy. raquel, for all intents and purposes, was the epitome of that legacy. strong and loyal and very, very tired.

“ what’s that word mean? giogoto? …never knew about the vistani in my time. barely know about them now. i suppose that’s…your thing, isn’t it? ”

They could palm read, his people. They could cast stones, follow the paths of birds to divine the fates of others, and never turn the perception upon their own futures. Trevor called him a seer. The word was foreign to him.

Leon raised his hand. His mother used to tell him stories of other things besides their ancient lineage, and it was heartbreaking to know her apart from a tasque and a people, telling stories to Vistani sons in the library of their family home. It was heartbreaking to know a Vistana without motion.

“Giogoto. Non-Vistana, but... of the blood. My... thing... yeah. Sometimes. Wouldn’t... call me a Vistani... I can be nothing else, though. Could tell you... more... as... we walk.”

#huntsfirst

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Vistani Language || Patterna

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Potential Vistani abilities collected for my own reference

Evil Eye

Greater Curses

Foresight

The Sight

Flesh Memory Ability

Ability to start a fire anywhere, with anything

Ability to correctly identify herbs and spices

Ability to heal people exceptionally well

Discorperation after Death

Shadow Displacement

Mist Riding to Planeswalk

Reading Patterns (marks in the road)

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TREVOR‌:

“You need any help there?”

He still has magic filled in his hands. Holding-up one, it gathers in his palms. The way that all magic does.

“She–she’s with the old blacksmith. You know his name? A day with another baby. She’s almost a year, now. They’ll be over soon. Want to see….?”

“No. Just still moves. Sometimes.”

Trevor held up a fist. Perfect form now. Raquel smiled, all teeth.

“Don’t... remember. Yeah. Yeah... I want to.”

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LEON:

“ one more ride. ”

one more go around, as trefor would say. one more. he thinks about it a moment – thinks about turning his back on the estate one last time, thinks about what claudia might want him to do.

you can’t rest yet anyways.

“ i have it in me for one more ride, i think. the two of us can do wondrous things, i think, so…yes. yes, i’ll be right behind you. ”

“Zhah-- I’ll be fine,” he said, and raised his palm to face him.

In another life, they could have been friends. Other people. He’d be by a fire during the doroq, and they would be speaking over it. He cracked a smile, a half laugh at that.

“Makes... makes you a giogoto. Makes you Vistani too.”

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T‌REVOR:

He laughs, at that. One hand put on his hip. Without the heavy-layered coats, he’s only slightly broader. He never thought he’d be larger.

They’re both equally-burned. It’s almost funny to look at. There’s a lot to laugh-at. Was that some kind of pun?

“Surprised. Thought you’d down me. You almost did.”

"Yeah. Got stronger. Really good hit. Didn’t... think I ah. Was...”

He rubbed at his chest, mussing the torn fabric. There’s still crushed bones in there, floating independent of the rest of his skeleton.

“Missed you. Sorry. Got your letter.”

#sonofbelmont

LEON:

“ ah – sorry. sorry, i…forget. ”

he drew his hands away as soon as raquel did the same, hovering the touch for a moment before dropping them back to his sides. his descendants were such an interesting mess of folks. they could…handle this.

“ travel with you? …if you would have me. i think…the estate will be okay. there is a new lord and lady of the estate, after all. ”

Visions of a life he’d never lived.

"... it’s... okay.”

His hands dropped the same, a perfect mirror. He had gone to the sea. He had watched the sun set on the horizon and tasted the salt there, and listened to fiddles by passing cousins. He’d traveled the desert, the forests... Told stories when the words worked.

“Yeah. One more ride. Family’s okay. Need to... take care of... the rest. Coming?”

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LEON:

“ not while you walk around. don’t go doing anything stupid, though – ‘tis just a bit of rest. i’ll get to it eventually. ”

he reaches out, folds raquel’s hands between his own, and pats the back of his hand in a small hopefully-paternal gesture.

“ as i understand it, by alucard’s words – you and i are two halves. ‘s long as you walk, i can’t rest. ”

"Not... Going to linger. Saw something. Think it’s... my last ride. Maybe. Travel with me, then?”

Leon took his hands, and Raquel’s pupils shrunk to pinpricks. His teeth parted, the ugly scar on his lip splitting at the seam. The memories came, as did the cold of the dead- different names, hunts, times, thoughts. Horrors. His fingers curled, and he pulled them away.

“See too much. Cousin’s strong enough... to stay here.”

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TREVOR:

A soft laugh.

He’s covered in the grips of hellfire, licking his arms and wrists. Riddled with bullets. He looks as if he’s walked through hell–which, in a manner of speaking, he had. Several times.

“We know one-on-one anyway.”

“Yeah.”

He massaged the lethargy out of his fists. There were lashes from the star carved into his coat. Trevor’s always up despite everything. For the second time, Trevor stood in the midst of hellfire and damnation.

“Hell of a welcome.”

#sonofbelmont

LEON:

“ complete it – ah. you mean… ”

there is a vague gesture to himself and then to raquel. his double in everything, though raquel’s scars and his own do not mirror each other. there is exhaustion carved into his features that is somewhat reflected in the tiredness on raquel’s face…but there’s less now, he thinks, since the devil is gone.

“ there’s quite a lot of questions about this whole situation. ”

"I don’t... know.”

He looked from Leon, to his feet, to his hands. They’re torn to shreds beyond the gloves- the gloves are torn to shreds. His hands are torn to shreds. The aches should be pleasant from training and they aren’t.

“Looked. Saw something. Have to go... Somewhere. Can’t... go alone. Can’t rest, right? Not without me.”

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LEON:

“ feel…something. my whole body aches in a way that i haven’t felt in a long time – but hopeful, yes. i think you’re both very competent fighters, but i’ve seen that before now. ”

“... Ah. Yeah. Try to. Didn’t do well enough this time.”

He rubbed his wrists, the recoil bruising blooming.

“-- Don’t think... you’ll dig in too hard. To... me now. Would complete... it... I think. Souls.”

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[speaker-sypha] She hands him a glass of just orange juice then. Bone apple tit. "The whole bursting in flames thing when you go down is absolutely terrifying."