#plot: leelocke

[thebabelfishboy]

[ @fireinmyfists ]

He hasn’t seen Rusty since he got out of the hospital wing of the Jean Grey School. Even then he was mostly unconscious, body trying to recover and becoming used to his new shape. 

This new shape was currently trying to wear a hole in his Nana’s carpet as he paced back and forth. 

Leeland loved Rusty. Leelocke didn’t. Or at least, he didn’t love him in the way that he did when he was two separate people. And that hurt. What would happen when he was two separate people again? Would he still love him or was it lost?

Fretting, he stared out of the front window hoping he would turn up soon. 

[thebabelfishboy]

@healingtheassassins

They could have been reverse brothers, Josh with his golden skin and black streaks, Leelocke with his inky skin marred by gold. They sat in awkward silence in Mrs Ramsey’s living room while she potted away in the garden to give them space. 

Leelocke looked younger than Leeland, smaller too without losing any of that height. It was strange thinking of himself as ‘him’ and not we. They weren’t we anymore. It felt like losing a much loved limb. 

“I’m-we-...It was nice that you came. You didn’t have too.” He was sat on the edge of the sofa, arms wrapped around his legs and cheek on his knee’s. He had no pupils or iris, so it was hard to determine just where his gold eyes were really looking.