Leander and MC are walking from the Wet Wick when he casually asks, "So, you and Ais, huh?" He says it with a smile, like itâs nothing, just friendly interest.
MC might brush it off, might confirm it, might say nothing at all. It doesnât matter. Leander hums, gaze flicking ahead like heâs barely thinking about it. Then, almost offhandedlyâ"You ever wonder why heâs always looking for a fight?"
If MC questions him, he just laughs, shaking his head. "No reason. Just something Iâve noticed. The guy doesnât do anything unless he gets something out of it. And you? Youâre something, alright."
The way he says it is warm, maybe even teasing, but thereâs something else under it. A suggestion. A quiet reminder that Ais isnât just harmless fun. That Leander, of course, is only looking out for them.
He doesnât push it. Just lets the words hang there, giving MC something to think about. And if later, just once, they hesitate around AisâLeander will notice. And heâll smile.
Headcanons for a Touchstarved MC who is poly and seems open to all of them:
Ais
Ais is not the jealous typeâhe thrives in situations where he has to fight for someoneâs attention. In fact, the idea that youâre open to all of them makes this so much more fun for him.
At first, he smirks. Of course, youâre interested in everyone. Youâve got good taste. Deep down, heâs amused but also watching closely. Are you seriously considering all of them, or are you just entertaining the idea?
He gets bolderâleans in more, throws out suggestive comments just to gauge your reaction. If you flirt back? Oh, itâs on. Casually sizing up the others, he makes just enough provocative remarks to stir the pot. Guess Iâll have to work harder to keep your attention, huh? He treats it like a gameâone he plans on winning.
Leander
Leander loves connection, and heâs open-minded, but⊠letâs be honestâheâs used to being the person someone wants. The idea that heâs one of many? Thatâs new.
At first, he laughs, wide and genuine. All of us? Really? He finds it endearing. He brushes it off like it doesnât bother him, but deep down? Thereâs a tiny spark of possessiveness. He wants to be special to you.
He doubles down on the charm. Extra flirty, extra affectionateâpulls you close and whispers, But Iâm your favorite, right? Surprisingly accommodating, if you really want all of them, heâll go along with it. He just needs to make sure heâs still your first choice. He teases Ais and the others just to stir up tension.
Vere
Vere lives to be desired. But shared? Thatâs an entirely different matter.
At first, he gives a slow, sharp smile. How greedy of you. He doesnât mind the ideaâbut he does mind not being the one who has the most of your attention.
Immediately, he starts testing you. If you flirt with someone else, heâll slide up beside you and whisper something dangerous enough to make your pulse jump. He loves watching the others reactâif they get possessive, he eats it up. If they donât care, heâll make them care. He acts nonchalant, but thereâs a sharpness in his gaze. If he ever feels like heâs just one of many without something special between you, heâll pull back.
Mhin
Mhin already struggles with trust and attachmentâthis only makes it worse.
At first, they scoff and roll their eyes. Figures. Their mind jumps straight to the worst conclusions. Do you actually care about any of them? Or is this just a game to you?
Immediately, they pull away. If they were starting to open up to you, this would make them slam their walls back up. But if they believe you genuinely care about all of them, that youâre not just playing with their feelings, then it terrifies them how much they want to trust you. Theyâll be the last to accept itâbut once they do, they wonât fight for your attention. Theyâll just⊠wait. If you want them, youâll have to come to them.
Kuras
Kuras is the least affected by the revelation. If anything, he finds it intriguing.
At first, he gives a calm, thoughtful look. Is that so? No judgment, just observation. He has seen many kinds of relationships before. This does not surprise him. But why do you want this? Thatâs the question heâs interested in.
He doesnât react outwardly, but thereâs a softness in his gaze when he looks at you. He wonât compete for your affection, but he will make it known that if you truly want him, he is here. He is patient. Watching how the others handle it with mild amusement, he seems as if heâs observing something inevitable.
Would they all be okay with it? Maybe. Maybe not. But one thing is for sure: the tension would be unreal.
We know how much our boy loves a good drink. Why not indulge in some late-night activities? Just be warned, it takes a strong tolerance to withstand all the free drinks.Â
"We'll figure it out together," he says. And I look into his eyes with a sickeningly hopeful expression, not believing my ears. He seems amused, something that happens often with me. I can't help but look away as an awful color crawls to my cheeks.Â
"You've already done so much. "
"I'm doing this because I care about you." He replied simply.Â
You felt no hint of deceit in his voice but you hadn't been here for long. And yet he had always remained so kind.
"About a stranger that just came here and took your room? That's cute." You said it in a sarcastic manner.
A laugh escaped his throat. "You're not just a stranger." Leander started. "I see you as more of a friend at this point."Â
It took you off guard, even though getting close and friendly with everyone was such a him thing to do.
âYou must make friends quickly, then. What was it?â Recalls Leander's quote, shared in one of the group outings âAn acquaintance is only a friend you haven't shared a drink with, huh?â
"That's not wrong," Leander replied, a soft chuckle slipping past his lips as a light flush appeared on his face. Whether it was embarrassment or from the mention of alcohol, can't say, but he does give a slight, sheepish smirk.
"You have a good memory for remembering that."
âDo I now?â I take a swig of the strong drink in front of me. âYou know, I think your quote may very well be true.â
He laughed again, his lidded eyes watching from his position against the counter, his gaze flickering from your eyes back to his glass of beer. He spoke again, words slightly teasing yet genuine.
"We've had plenty to drink these past few days, haven't we? I'd say that's probably a good thing, though."
You really have. There was nothing better to do after a long day than spend some time winding down with such good company.
âIs it? You seem to love getting me tipsy.â You laugh after realizing how accusatory it sounded.
"Oh?" Leander reacted, one of his eyebrows raising slightly. His words were still slightly playful as he turned to face you fully.
"You make it sound like I'm intentionally getting you drunk. I can't deny the fact that I've given you a few drinks, but it's your choice to drink them, isn't it?" He questioned in a light and teasing tone. Yet he did truly mean it, since Leander wouldn't try to pressure you into drinking after all, right?
âI'm just kidding around.â You say not expecting him to react so defensively âI can't complain about being treated to a drink or two. Uhm⊠Actually, I've lost count of them by now. â You said bashfully.
He was amused by your response, clearly.
"Of course you can't; it would be rude to complain about something like that after all." He replied, sarcasm in his tone, making it clear that he wasn't taking you seriously at the moment.
âUgh, just ignore my ramblings,â you say in frustration as you rest your flushed face in your hands, unaware of his watchful gaze.
As the night had progressed, the more drinks you had, the more uninhibited you became, doing things your normally composed self wouldn't. As pathetic as it is, it was endearing for him to see this side of you. So raw and open, no longer flinching away from a mere gaze but rather relishing in it.
A soft sigh escaped his lips, his eyes still watching you with those same, sparkling green eyes. Leander felt a wave of sympathy for you; he couldn't help it.Â
He moved from his position at the counter and went to sit on the chair beside you.
"You're definitely drunk, aren't you?"Â
A hand came around to lightly rest on your shoulder, giving you a slight squeeze as Leander spoke softly. His words were gentle, yet there was a hint of command behind them that even in your drunken haze, you couldn't not notice.
"Come on, I'll walk you to your room. You've had enough to drink for the night."
You look at him with a childishly pouty look but do as he tells anyway, sliding off the bench and nearly stumbling on him. Everything feels slow, hazy, like moving through water, but his gaze is sharp, unwavering, pulling you in even as you try to find your footing.
He wrapped an arm gently around you, supporting you as you nearly tripped in your drunken state. He took slow, careful steps, making sure to move slowly to allow you to walk while still supporting you.
"Careful; you're going to fall if you don't watch your step."
The two of you made it to the door; the walk was slow and cautious, to the point that Leander was more like carrying you to his your room than walking with you. He helped you into the room, supporting you as you stumbled in and made your way to the bed.
"There we go," Leander started, watching as you sank into the mattress on the bed.
"You did well getting here." He continued as he pulled the covers up and around you, making sure you were all tucked in and comfortable.Â
"You should get some rest and try not to get too sick from the hangover you'll have." He teased, knowing you would have a severe headache come morning.
Feeling like a smartass, you reply, âIsn't that from the withdrawals of alcohol leaving the system? Gotta keep the party going.â
Leander let out a small laugh at your response, his eyes shining with amusement as he listened to your drunken ramblings.
"I think the headache will be from the alcohol, not the withdrawal, given that you'll only be sober by the time morning comes," he replied.
You quiet down and sigh, âDo you have to leave?â
Leander's smirk faded slightly as you asked your question, his eyes moving to meet your own.
"If I leave, you'll be able to get some rest. It'll help with that headache I just mentioned, you know." He said, not really giving you an actual answer.
Leander noticed your silence and the disappointment in your eyes, his smile softening slightly at the realization that you didn't want him to leave.Â
"Don't look at me like that... I'll come back and check on you in a bit; how about that?"
â...No. You should get rest too." You said defeatedly.
Leander paused for a moment, clearly not expecting your response. His tone was soft, even if his words held a hint of disbelief in them.
"How thoughtful. I should be the one taking care of you, not the other way around."
"But I suppose I do need some rest as well. You try to get some sleep, and I'll be back to check on you in the morning when you're sober again."
Before he can move to leave, you put a hand over his and lightly squeeze it.
A surprised look appeared on his face as you reached out to take his hand. Your sudden action caught him off guard. Yet he squeezed your hand back, fingers gently wrapping around yours as he spoke.
"You're really something when you're drunk."
"If only you'd act like this more often." He added, his thumb lightly beginning to rub the back of your hand, a gentle and almost affectionate gesture.
Watching as you slowly began to quiet down, your response becoming less and less frequent as he spoke to you, he could tell you were growing tired, and the man knew he should leave you to rest.
He gave your hand one more squeeze, his grip on it soft, before he let go. "Goodnight." He whispered, his voice soft and quiet as he spoke.
âNight night, Leander," you replied, words mindlessly slurred by the alcohol in your system.Â
He let out a soft chuckle at your drunk, adorable state before he slowly began to turn to leave the room and leave you to rest.
He walked towards the exit of the room, his steps quiet so as not to disturb you. His gaze settled on you, lingering, as if committing the sight to memory. Tucked beneath the blankets, softened by sleep. A faint smile curved his lips, private, almost indulgent. And then, with a quiet exhale, he forced himself to turn away, shutting the door behind himâbut not before letting his eyes drink you in one final time.
ââNothing says "I love you" as clearly as white liliesâironic, since they're some of the region's most poisonous flowers.
Some mages believe that these lilies contain mysterious magic, but attempts to harness this power have only resulted in lethal poisonings. ââ
If Leander's magic involves white lilies and he uses them in his tricks, it could imply a connection between him and the nature of his power. Now we are not actually sure whether he has harnessed their power. But it seems to be heavily implied that there's a connection between him and the flower.
The fact that attempts to harness the lilies power have resulted in lethal poisonings suggests that the magic tied to them is volatile or cursed. If Leander can control or manipulate the lilies without succumbing to their poison, it might mean:
Heâs mastered a rare, dangerous art.
Heâs immune to the "curse" of the lilies (either naturally or through some magical means).
Heâs taken a significant risk to gain this power, possibly paying a personal price to wield it.
This could hint at Leander being more powerful or reckless than he lets onâor having a deeper knowledge of forbidden magic (which we know is canon).
Perhaps he has a tragic backstory involving their poison or their magic and now uses them as a signature to remind others (or himself) of what heâs capable of.Â
Lilies also symbolize devotion, sympathy, and faith, and by offering the flower as good luck, Leander is probably trying to extend a sense of positivity toward MC, regardless of their toxic nature. And honestly, it was such a cute first meeting.
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