sometimes i get sad but then i remember how much bkdk love each other and my day gets a little better
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sometimes i get sad but then i remember how much bkdk love each other and my day gets a little better
@towereing said : “ no hero of any book ever sits around and doesn’t do anything . ” leon lives and joins the ff au ...
she’s right , which makes the arrogance he houses twist and coil like something living , breathing , a creature that’s going to drain him dry from the inside . a lot of things feel like that , for leon -- bigger than him and heavy , too . hard to handle , which is why he feels justified in leaving them untouched . it’s not my fault ! it’s the thing i feel . the dark thick something i know . it’s too big for me to move and too dangerous for me to touch .
at the end of the world , there’s no room to lose one’s footing . leon’s seen the barrel - bottom of more ninths than night skies and yet extremes still terrify him . admitting he’s scared is the scariest thing of all and maybe toko understands that , somehow , but what’s that got to do with him ? why does he have to be the fucking hero ? the world was his and now it’s gone . this is leon’s personal apocalypse , and those who intrude just won’t / don’t / can’t understand , circle as applicable .
‘ this ain’t a book , ’ he says , voice gravelly and dire with misuse and danger . ‘ you ain’t got no fuckin’ epilogue for this one , dumbass . ’ even so , he stands . even so , he reaches out something tentative , something altogether too soft for leon k.uwata to hold all by himself . he’s sick of barbs and steel , and so , in its place , he offers an olive branch . a dirt - stained hatchet . ‘ alright . okay . fuck . i’m comin’ . will you -- will you give me a sec ? ’ to splash his face with water and courage . to reapply his faith in the future . he’ll bounce back , ready and raring . fine . slap him on a hardback as the hero . ring him up protagonist . but he won’t do it on his own .