@capopassione
Slender fingers would run through his hair as he tried to fix it up- it was at that weird stage when growing out from having been previously short. Lips pressed into a thin line, he was annoyed with it, annoyed at how stupid it looked and how it seemed to stick out everywhere. He wanted to look good, not for himself but. He wanted to impress his Capo, there was something inside him that burned so deeply to look good and do good for him. Maybe it was because every time their eyes locked for a split second it felt like his heart was going to explode. Or perhaps it was the butterflies in his stomach every time their hands brushed against one another.
Leone had never felt something like this before- it made him feel alive.
And maybe it was stupid, him wanting to act on these feelings that could only be described as passion. No, scratch that. It was stupid. And he was doubting himself as he stood there awkwardly. Hand that was messing with his hair would drop down to instead delicately trace around the petal of one of the flowers in the bouquet he was holding. Arranged of Linaria bipartita, Jonquil, and Malva. Something he had carefully picked out to try and express the delicate yet confusing things he was feeling. Flowers that symbolized the deep affection he felt, and the need to have the other recognize that affection. Well, that’s what the florist had said anyways, who knew if she had been right.
This whole thing is stupid anyways, he would think to himself in a moment of doubt.
But...Buccellati had taught him to believe again. To see the light at the end of the tunnel, to see the future he could have in a sense. He had saved him from the pitiful depression that the death of his partner had put him in. And it took no more than a month or two after meeting his Capo to have become completely smitten by him. Yes.. thats what it was.
Complete and utter adoration and love. That was what he felt.
Fuck it. It was now or never, and if he stepped away from the door now and refused to knock and risk it, he would never be brave enough to do it. And so he would raise a hand to the door, a light knock as he did so. He probably looked pathetic as he stood there with these flowers and messy hair, a desperate attempt for some sort of love. Something he thought he would never have, a guy like him wasn’t the kind who deserved someone like Buccellati. But god was he hopeful.
A few seconds after he knocked he would speak up, clearing his throat before doing so ❝ Capo... ❞ he started off, following up quickly with a ❝ If you’re not busy- could we speak for a moment? ❞
