leon never says anything right away, always taking time to observe before reacting.ย
he watches the way you disappear into the bathroom before dates. the faint click of your makeup compacts, the hiss of the hairspray, the soft music you play while getting ready. by the time you step out, youโre smiling at him like it didnโt take you an hour deciding between two identical outfits.
but he notices.
notices the way your lipstick matches the blush on your cheeks. the special occasion earrings you wear only on dates. the perfume that lingers on his jackets, which change depending on the season (he likes the floral one best).ย
and, of course, the questions you always ask.
โdoes this look okay?
โis this shirt too bright?...or not bright enough?โ
โwill these heels match your shoes?โ
leon thought it was ridiculous at first. as if there could ever be a version of you he wouldnโt look at like you hung the stars yourself.ย
it finally clicked one day while he was waiting outside your apartment. you were running late which was a rare occasion. when you finally appeared in front of him, you had an embarrassed smile while apologizing about redoing your makeup.
that night at dinner, he caught himself staring. you looked gorgeous, you always did. but he saw how clean your eyeliner was, how smooth your cheeks were, and how kissable your lips looked despite the plate of pasta you devoured.ย
the thought of you taking the time and effort to be so beautiful, just for him? that settled in his chest and followed him home.
the next morning, rather than just putting on the first shirt he sees, he pauses. his hand lingers over an old, loose academy shirt before reaching for a black fitted one instead. he remembers the way you gawked at him the first time he wore it, the memory making him chuckle.ย
he spends more time fixing his hair, but grows frustrated that it doesnโt move with his fingers dipped in water. that afternoon, he bought a new hair serum. one of the best, at least, thatโs what the sales lady said.ย
he starts using moisturizer before bed and sunscreen in the morning.
heโs more generous with the cologne that made you bury your face in his neck for a second longer than usual.ย
even his workouts change. he still trains because he has to, but maybe he adds one more set. maybe he holds the plank a little longer. maaaaybe he does pushups before he comes to see you. you donโt seem to mind when the sleeves of his shirts began to fit tighter around his arms than they used to.
leon thought it was only fair, and he doesnโt mention any of it.
it wasnโt until one evening when youโre standing behind him in his kitchen, wrapping your arms around his waist while heโs washing dishes. your fingers squeezed the taut muscle of his abdomen.
โhave you been working out more?โ
leon glances over his shoulder, pretending to think about it. โ...maybe.โ
โmaybe?โ you giggle, feeling his arms. โyour shirts didnโt used to fit like this.โ
he dries his hands before turning around to face you. he leans against the counter, pulling you close.ย
โyou spend a lot of time getting pretty before you see me,โ he said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. โfigured I should put in some work too.โ
you blinked. โfor me?โย
he could feel his ears heating up. โdidnโt seem right letting you be the only one trying.โ
the look on your face (and the kisses you smothered him in) made everything worth it.
BONUS
chris stared at leon from the bathroom doorway, watching as he dripped something onto his hand before combing his fingers through his hair.
โis thatโฆhair oil?
leon didnโt even look up. โhair serum,โ he corrected.ย
โalright, pretty boy, whatโs next? face masks? cucumber slices over your eyes?โ
โwhy? you wanna do some? Iโve got a few,โ leon said, holding up a variety of sheet masks.
chris blinked. โ...why do you have so many?โ
โtheyโre moisturizing,โ he shrugged. โmy girl took all the brightening ones.โ
leon said it so casually that chris had to stare at him for a second before breaking into a grin. leon gave him an annoyed look through the mirror. โwhat?โ he scoffed.
โhair serum. moisturizer. lip balm,โ chris pointed at the lineup on the bathroom counter. all the bottles were on a rotating caddy, courtesy of you, of course. he plucked a bottle from the shelf, squinting at the label. โcuticle oil? since when do you care about your cuticles?โ
โsince someone told me to take better care of my hands,โ leon snatched the bottle away from him.ย
chris barked out a laugh. โainโt no way.โ
โyou donโt have room to talk,โ leon said, organizing his caddy.
chris frowned. โwhat does that mean?โ
leon turned around, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. he eyed chris up and down.
โmy hairโs healthier. my hands are softer,โ he smirked. โand I dress better than you.โ
chris looked at himself in the mirror. โthis shirtโs fine,โ he said firmly.ย
โshirt from ten years ago?โ
โitโs cotton.โ
leon chuckled beneath his breath.
โyou knowโฆjill might like it if you put in a little effort.โ
that caught chrisโs attention. โ...you think so?โ
โyeah,โ leon shrugged. โmy girl gives me something to look at, I might as well do the same.โ
chris rubbed the back of his neck. โpass me the serum,โ he said.
exams are really getting on my ass lately, so here's bunch of (yet?) unfinished stuff for you.
Aaand let's turn to the fact that Tempest's father was an artist. You wanna say that it didn't affect him in any way? I think he should at least have some kind of ugly graffiti tag or a habit to doodle on the margins of notes. Or maybe he even tried to learn the basics, but then he'd quit, like he did with the guitar. Actually he seems to be the epitome of a "jack of all trades, but master of none."
open (sesame) tags idkkkkkโฆ anyways REPLACED dr go brr
i am the void, literally, metaphorically, every ally way, so my appearance changes, some days i have noneโฆ so to make things easy this is one of my many forms
tags: whoever wants to participate, no pressure :p
all the theories, the information, the physics and the metaphysics and allโthatโs so fun, yes, and so wonderful, but you canโt think your way into a shift.
there is nothing in the world that will teach you to shift. no amount of knowledge of physics, philosophy, or spirituality will teach you. itโs not in nevilleโs book, not in any religious book, not even in the shifting community itself.
thereโs no step by step, full proof method. thereโs nothing to learn from the outside.
so give up that search. accept it. accept that this is you. itโs always been about you and within you.
People who write stories about Leon Kennedy being a rapist, stalker, abuser, pedophile, and other disgusting things, what's wrong with you? Have you even played a single game with him?
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