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thejusticereborn · 10 months
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Meloni já sabe sobre o Bart?
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Don: Não, ela não sabe dele. Eu achei melhor ir devagar e não sair por ai contando sobre viagens no tempo e sobre filhos do futuro. Então, quando eu sentir que ela está preparada. Ai eu vou contar.
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darknessjustice · 1 year
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Darkness vocês podem criar uma dimensão de bolso só pra vocês?
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Alberto: De acordo com o Senhor Destino, não é tão fácil. Porque é necessário muito conhecimento mágico e uma grande quantidade de magia para fazer algo assim. Eu acredito que o único que teria poder para algo assim, sem esgotar sua essência mágica seria o Cain.
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Cain: Pelo menos o seu cérebro de planta chegou a conclusão óbvia. Sou o membro mais poderoso da equipe e sim, tenho magia o suficiente para criar uma criar quantas dimensões de bolso quiser. Porém, creio que vocês não iam querer ficar em uma dimensão de bolso criada com magia do caos. Porque é extremamente instável. Quer uma dimensão de bolso, estável e agradável? Então peça para a filha do Senhor da Ordem criar uma. Ou espere os nossos dois homo magis conseguirem fazer uma em conjunto como disseram que fariam.
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Seth: Eu e a Rose agradeceríamos a sua ajuda, mas já que você diz que sua magia é muito caótica para algo assim... Então nós seguiremos com o nosso projeto para nossa nova sede sem você precisar ajudar. A Alice concordou em nos ajudar também. Agora somos um trio de homo magis talentosos e poderosos agindo juntos. Provavelmente vai se tornar real. Apenas não sabemos quando ficará pronta.
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sisaloofafump · 2 months
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I think about this quote everyday. You're right Arthur, they ARE best friends and it IS kind of adorable
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A Martyr From the Ashes
For everyone in the fandom saying saying that Danny thinks Martian ManHunter is cooler than Superman, we don't really see it all that much in writing.
I'mma try and fix that...
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The Martian Book of Legends held the heroic tale of Saint Da'han'yul Fen'tuun of Mars, a sickly albino priest of a small town that held marriages, sermons regarding life and how it should be enriched and lived to its fullest, and specialized in funerals that used cremations with fire, a feat thought to be physically impossible by the masses. As people saw him look into the flames without fear while others cowered, rumors spread that the young man was blessed by H'ronmeer himself, the Martian God of Fire, Life, and Death.
People spoke about how Da'han'yul turned down all attempts at courtship, for he had decided to dedicate his life to bring light in the darkest times to all lives in the name of his God. He was a thing of beauty with a gentle soul and shy demeanor, even the Red and Green skinned who had still held a firm belief on the caste system could not deny his charm. How the terminally ill Martian carried on his mission with a smile, nobody knew.
However, tragedy struck on the day that should have spelled the beginning of the end for the Martian people. A parasitic species had invaded the Martian Homeworld and was causing untold havoc. As civilians fled from the threat and prepared a counter offensive, it was Da'han'yul Fen'tuun who charged into the danger headfirst to save his people from becoming prey.
As others pleaded for him to run away, in a great bright flash of light, a gigantic Martian loomed over the enemy emerged where the ill Martian stood, coated in flames in a form they've never seen before with a halo and body that burned a haunting green.
The deafening silence still held as the enormous creature brought a massive fist on the giant pale walker that was destroying homes. A wave of its hand sent a wall of green flames raced towards the foot soldiers, reducing them to ash while his people and buildings were not harmed in any form without an ounce fear of these fires the creature used to purge the enemy. Within the hour, the threat had been neutralized and peace was brought back to the red planet.
As the Martian people looked to the titan, they knew. H'ronmeer's had chosen his most loyal servant, Da'han'yul, as the avatar of his wrath to smite those who would bring his people harm. The people hugged and wept tears of joy and cheered for the priest and H'ronmeer for saving them, but the tears soon became tears of sorrow.
The giant groaned in pain as he fell on one knee as it began to crumble into ash before the people's very eyes. Like a flame, Da'han'yul Fen'tuun had burned his brightest when life needed him most, and now death called to him as it slowly extinguished it to give him peace. With a final message, he pleaded to his people to come together as one and to not see one another as lesser or greater than, but as equals who can help one another in the darkest of times and the hardships yet to come. With his final moments gone, a final telepathic embrace was given to all before he fell silent for the last time.
The massive pile of ash that were his remains was brought back to his little village and made into a beautiful garden of ash in the temple where the newly titled Saint made his home in, where it would be made a holy site that many would come to give their thanks and pay their respects for H'ronmeer' and his champion alike.
And for centuries, peace was held before it was shattered by Ma'alefa'ak, who unleashed the Fire Plague to take vengeance on his people for his inability to experience the psionic way of life that was the norm. His smile as his people screamed in anguish was knocked off his face in the most literal of terms when a Martian struck him down and had him by the throat.
A Martian with eyes burning in anger as Ma'alefa'ak failed to break free and was being beaten severely for his crimes against the people of Mars. A Martian made entirely up of ash and green embers.
Saint Da'han'yul Fen'tuun had returned, if only for a moment longer. And he was not happy.
Quickly, one by one across the planet, the martians set ablaze burned a gentle green that healed them. In this miraculous act of divine intervention, not a single Martian had lost their life. Most were now unconscious with labored breathing being heard.
J'onn watched on as his brother screamed in agony as his body burst into green flames as a pool of ash began to swallow his brother whole. Before disappearing entirely, Da'han'yul told him the punishment his brother would be facing.
"Ma'alefa'ak's psionic abilities have been awoken. He will be sentenced to become a living flame until he has lived the collective life span of all that he has tried to extinguish."
J'onn was too stunned to speak. With how long a Martian can live, it was the equivalent of telling him his brother would be suffering for an eternity. It seemed unethical, but he knew his brother had dug his own grave the moment he saw the reanimated remains of Da'han'yul Fen'tuun's ashes take swift action.
"Everything will be ok now, J'onn. Go to your family and tend to them.
"Da'han'yul...Thank you. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you when you were still alive." J'onn solemnly uttered as he looked to the ground, unable to look at his deceased youngest brother.
"Nonsense J'onn, it's not your fault...The caste system...it–"
"I could've done more! Instead I saved myself instead of being there when my brothers needed me most!"
"J'onn...you were just a child."
"It makes none of it right!"
He was right in that aspect, but it still didn't feel right. Ma'alefa'ak' was ostracized by society, was treated like a freak of nature for lack of natural gifts and he wanted to burn society to the ground in the most literal of terms because of it.
While Da'han'yul, the forgotten youngest brother, was treated horribly for being albino and treated cruelly. He contracted a deadly disease when he separated himself from the family to live in isolation with other albinos that made him sickly and cut his life expectancy down severely. Knowing what befell him, seeing him struggle to move and hold down food at times while J'onn and their parents did nothing.
These tumultuous emotions sat in J'onn for so long. The way he wanted to go and help them both, but the fear of association and social punishment for merely being seen with his brothers made him cry when he younger for being so weak willed. It wasn't until their parents bragged about the sacrifice their forgotten child had made, the sone they purposely scorned made him snap.
"J'onn, promise to keep my message alive for me. Help our people become whole again."
"Of course, brother." Is what J'onn tells him as he watches his little brother vanish again for a third and final time.
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cocksley-and-catapult · 2 months
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cocksley? more like, cock...slay... [Drops the microphone on a portal entrance where the exit is on the ceiling conveniently aimed at my head, the momentum is kept and the speed and force of the object kills me on impact. The whole crowd cheers.]
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harumiura · 7 months
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i love the scene they added in the 1st varia stage play where kyoko & ryohei sumo wrestle ;__; <3
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mephilesthedork · 7 months
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In the spirit of Halloween, here's a few scary guys
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AND GOD
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star-shard · 7 months
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im a boy mom these are my boys
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alihi · 1 year
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I inherited wealth, poverty was passed down to you. We live in the same time, under the same sky, but in different worlds. We’re worlds apart, like the previous life and this life, in a far away orbit.
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hollowwhisperings · 7 months
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Justice For Celebrian!
Celebrian is a Character of Absence in Tolkien's Legendarium: we never truly meet her and yet her absence lingers throughout the text, affecting most every major actor of the Third Age (the eldar most of all).
How-so it this? Through this: the devastating grief, unspoken yet doubtless, of those who knew & loved her.
For Celebrian was this: to Celeborn & Galadriel, their daughter and only child; to Elrond, the Great Love of his life; to Elladan & Elrohir, a mother whom they failed to quickly rescue; to Arwen Undomiel, the mother whom she was never to meet again for choosing the Path of Man.
Celebrian was the Lady of Imladris, the princess in all but name to Lothlorien. She was kin to two Ringbearers and yet neither Ring could save her. We know only that she was gentle and beloved, by some of the most crucial players in the events of the Second & Third Ages of Middle-Earth.
Why Celebrian is Absent
Celebrian's status as one "beloved" by the eldar creates a formidable motive in their hatred of The Shadow. For the means by which Celebrian was "absented" from Middle-Earth was entirely of Its Reckoning: in the 2509th Year of the Third Age, Celebrian was "waylaid by orcs". She was "captured and tormented" until she was, at last, found and rescued by her twin sons.
This Fate is one of Horrific Implication, one that Tolkien's Appendix B avoids elaborating upon (beyond her "receiving a poisoned wound").
Fans have Imagination Enough to consider what Hurts could be beyond even Lord Elrond's means to Heal, beyond any of Galadriel's many powers, beyond the careful comforts found in Imladris & Lothlorien. Whatever befell Celebrian by the creations of Sauron, it left her so wounded that Sailing West (& thus Away from most everyone she had ever known) was her only Hope for recovery.
"Justice" within the Legendarium
The Fate of Celebrian was yet one blow more in a long list of Personal Grievances borne by her Kin against Sauron. The vigilance and ample assistance of Celebrian's Kin during the War of The Ring was undoubtedly inspired, in no small part by her Fate & subsequent Departure.
While Elrond & Galadriel would doubtlessly have aided The Fellowship without this most recent grievance to drive them, the otherwise reclusive eldar of Imladris & Lothlorien would certainly have found Celebrian's Fate "inspiring" enough to take arms once more, "postponing" (or hastening) their Leave of Middle-Earth to seek Justice for their Lost Lady.
"Injustices" in Adapted Works
The Injustices that adapted Tolkien works have done unto Celebrian are many: they have erased her very existence (TROP); they have denied her her Epic & Untold Love Story with her Husband (TROP, again); they have Lessened the person she chose to love by making him a Minor Antagonist (both of PJ's film trilogies); they have stolen the kinship between other characters that they share for her existence (PJ's trilogies imply her existence but fail to utilize its possibilities, many of them comical: Elrond is Galadriel's Son-in-Law; Gimli's Championship of "Grandma Galadriel"; Arwen's Looks being inherited not from Celebrian but from Elrond; etc).
The effects the Live-Action Adaptions have had on the Modern Tolkien Fandom are also Significant: Hugo Weaving's portrayal of Elrond is the most commonly known, despite its OOC-ness; the relationships between Celebrian's Family are unrealised or dismissed; the "Last Homely House", a title probably earned by Elrond & Celebrian both, is considered falsely named; the Many Incentives for Galadriel to Hate Sauron & to have ALWAYS Hated Sauron are... forgotten to enable a "will-they won't-they" romance(???).
To erase Celebrian is to remove from the Second Age one of its silliest love stories: she & Elrond were silently pining for each other for almost 2000 years! This surely amused her mother, who had become afflicted with Sea-Longing some few years prior, & caused Conflict at the Court of King Gil-Galad (for, by wedding Celebrian, Elrond's Claims for High Kingship of the Eldar would become even stronger). The politics are, perhaps, the primary purpose of the would-be couple's long silence: audiences do not know as the potential of their love story has had little attention dedicated to it.
Injustice to Celebrian exists also in the mischaracterization of Elrond: what impression must an audience have, afterall, of the one to love & be beloved by someone so antagonistic to those most in need of "The Last Homely House"? The hostility, the begrudging "hospitality" exhibited by the Elrond of PJ's film trilogies tarnishes not only Elrond but the Legacy of Celebrian as that House's Lost Lady.
(It also creates some varyingly minor/major Plot Holes, such as Elrond's ability to host a Council of the "Free Peoples" in the first place. If his hospitality is so poorly to non-elves, why on Arda would he so frequently be sought for counsel? Furthermore, the Elrond of the Third Age has made himself a Healer: how many elves of this Age would ever need his skill?)
More, varyingly serious charges of "injustice" to Celebrian are sure to follow: my discontent began in the rendering of her husband into a petty antagonist; it has been reignited upon my learning of Amazon's choices in its adapting of the Second Age. Mostly, however, my rallying cry is made in jest: "failures" of adaptions to make Elrond sufficiently pretty for his wife; the lack of "Celebrian/Elrond" content in tumblr feeds; melodrama over how many elven names start with "Celeb".
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torgawl · 6 months
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just remembered diluc and crepus' names mean dawn and dusk respectively... biting my fist
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thejusticereborn · 10 months
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Dawn o que acha desse novo casal?
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Dawn: Olha... Eu aprovo desde sempre esses dois juntos. Fui a que mais incentivou o Don em dar um passo adiante no relacionamento dele com a Meloni. Estou feliz que ambos estão se entendendo depois de tanto tempo enrolando.
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Don: Enrolando não, eu estava esperando o momento certo para fazer acontecer. E falando sobre enrolar... Você sabe que agora o Ronnie Stein está solteiro? Você não era afim dele? Vai investir?
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girlfatherfigure · 1 month
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Like this shot in particular. I’m insane it’s so romantic for no reason
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shinigami-striker · 7 months
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Kent Williams | Wednesday, 10.11.2023
These are a few characters (that I know) voiced by Kent Williams (happy birthday) down below, including:
Janemba - Dragon Ball Z: Fusion Reborn (2006)
Sid Barrett - Soul Eater (2010)
Judge - Ace Attorney (anime) (2018)
Mr. Compress - My Hero Academia (2018-)
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Okay so going to the Idea of Volnutt being X’s son hypothetically in a different time
New Tron Bonne spin off game dropped.
In order to win a date with Volnutt. She must defeat his overprotective Older Siblings scott pilgrim style. To test to see if she’s worthy for his hand and their approval.
It’s just Harpuia who set the challenge because no way in hell a criminal like her is going to date his baby brother. Tron accepts the challenge in a matter of pride to prove herself to be better than “MegaDork’s Nagging birdbrain brother” While the other guardians went along with it to see how this delightful mess plays out.
(No servebots where not hurt during the feud)
Meanwhile X and Volnutt just went grocery shopping, unaware of the chaos that’s happening in the background.
Roll’s filming the whole thing out for entertainment reasons. Teisel knows it’s a matter of pride BUT IF THESE MORONS HURT HIS SISTER THEY ARE DEAD ESPECIALLY THAT DAMN BIRD.
Gosh Teisel Harpuia beefing would be awful in the funniest way possible. Butting heads, trying to one up each other in tactical strategies (Harpuia will never forgive himself from getting outsmarted by that imbecile). This is why these two should never be in the same room without supervision on game nights.
As for Bon, he’s just vibing being babey and probably just getting snacks. Don’t Worry phantom was defeated early on so he’s probably watch bon for the time being.
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icylook · 2 years
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Promise
Pairing: Leon x Leri (MC)
Rating: Teen and Up; Word count: 1281; Read on AO3
Tags: Spoilers for the AMR demo; Not canon compliant; First Kiss; Developing Relationship
A Mage Reborn demo 👑✨ @mage-parivir
[Masterlist]
The flaps of his tent flutter open when Leon barges in with an apology on his lips.
“Forgive me Leri, but this cannot wait. I-” 
The words seem to leave him and Leri’s watching him freeze in place. 
Leon’s eyes rake at Leri’s back, quickly, with a hint of hunger of the one who sees something they know they shouldn’t but really wanted to.
Leri doesn’t move, elbows caught in a shirt he was in the middle of pulling on.
Leon has a very good view of markings covering his skin. 
This is why he usually bathes alone. To avoid questions he just knows are at the ready to spill from Leon’s mouth. During his adventures with the White Fangs he was able to keep them covered most of the time. Oh, his companions chanced glimpses of them on his arms and legs but not like this, not in full. It's the first for Leon.
And he stays silent.
Suspiciously silent. 
Leri swallows, throat suddenly tight. He can’t properly read the look in Leon’s eyes, that inappropriate hunger changing into something he’s not sure he likes seeing. It looks close to pity and he hates to see that.
He’d rather it to be disgust. Never pity. It’s like an insult to everything he molded himself to be.
He turns away and puts the shirt on, unhurriedly, like he’s in control. He must be in control. Ignore the open chasm in the pit of his stomach.
“Peculiar sight, isn’t it?” Leri’s lips stretch in a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “What do you need from me that it couldn’t wait, Your Majesty?” He aims for a light tone. “What if I was still in the bath? Completely naked.” 
That seems to shake Leon off of what mesmerized state he was in. He clears his throat, a hint of red spreading on his cheeks. 
He steps closer. “You seem to be better.”
Leon doesn’t need to name it for Leri to know what he’s talking about. 
His little fainting problem. 
He might have taken it too far this time, pushing his magic until he collapsed under the strain. He feels that every time the limit is a little bit farther, so he’s not worried. Beside the help of a healer he chugged enough potions to keep him up for next two days. 
Not that Leon needs to know that.
“Ah?” Leri shrugs. “It has been taken care of, you don’t have to worry about my performance tomorrow.”
“About that.”
Leri tenses. He just knows he won’t like what he’ll hear in a moment. Leon’s hand rubs the back of his neck, eyes glancing to the side before his shoulders seem to straighten on his next exhale.
“Tomorrow's battle. I don’t want you to take part in it.”
He stays silent. Meeting Leon’s gaze right on. Slowly, he unclenches his jaw.
“May I know the reason, Your Majesty?” 
“Leri, don’t-” Leon rakes his fingers through his hair, making golden strands stick in every direction. He recognizes the lack of playfulness in the title Leri used before, a hint of formality taking its place. “Don’t do this now.”
Leri tilts his chin up. “Do what?” He can’t help himself asking, silently hoping to steer the conversation where he’ll come out on top. Knowing Leon though, it may be a challenge. He opens his mouth to tease him further, to make him change his mind. He doesn’t have a chance because Leon beats him with what he says next.
“Watching you being on the verge of death every time, I… I just,” he shakes his head, like he’s clearing his mind of unwanted memory. “I see how much it costs you.”
“I have to give something to get something. It is what it is.” 
He stays his ground when Leon stops just before him. “No. It’s more than that. Don’t think me blind.”
Leri blinks, watching the emotion play in those emerald eyes. “Is it fair, though?” 
A wrinkle appears between Leon’s brow as he continues speaking. “You want me to stay and watch you risk your life on a battlefield from afar. Without intervening.”
“You need more rest.” Leon’s answer wafts over his face. He shifts closer. Leri dares to reach for his hand, his fingers brushing Leon’s own. 
“What I need, is to stay beside you.”
From this close he can see the pulse on Leon’s neck speed up. Their fingers intertwine and he lets himself be pulled until his body gently collides with Leon’s. 
“I can order you to stay back in the camp.” Leon speaks straight to his ear and a pleasant shiver runs down his spine.
“Will you order me to?” He asks softly, his own breath hitching when a warm mouth brushes his temple. He feels his heartbeat going faster, because he knows what it is about. They talked about it, those feelings that have grown between them, slowly but surely. And it was it, only them acknowledging that they care about each other. It was a realization and Leri felt both lighter and afraid because of it. 
They talked with stifled words but not with their bodies, not like now. Leri can feel it, the same realization when Leon puts his hand over his jaw. It shakes a little and Leri’s lips part as he waits for something to happen.
Something he’s been waiting to happen for some time.
He sees the same want and hesitation on Leon’s face and meets him half-way. Leaning in until their breaths mingle in the lightest of kisses. His fingers curl in Leon’s tunic, pulling him in as he tastes him once, twice then pulls back to lick his lips just to let Leon kiss him again with more force. He sighs when a hand cups the back of his neck, tangling in his hair, bringing him closer.
He’s giving as much as he’s getting. It’s not enough, it’s too much. There’s no finesse in it, no calculated movement, just raw passion and warmth. 
They step back, resting their foreheads together. Breathing the same air, their mouths reddened and tender. 
“Will you order me to stay?” Leri doesn’t recognize his voice when he repeats the question.
Leon shudders, hiding his face in Leri’s neck.
“If I have to.” His arms wrap around Leri as he doesn’t want to let him go, but he doesn’t move. Exhaustion, in a sudden wave coming out of nowhere makes him lean further into the embrace. He stays quiet, listening to the muffled noises outside his tent. Feeling the shift of Leon’s muscles under his hands. Hearing the lightest plea in his voice that makes his throat tighten.
“Don’t make me order you. Please.”
The words sting his skin just as Leon’s mouth does, peppering his neck with light kisses, down to his collarbones. 
He sighs, tilting his head up, closing his eyes. A knot in his chest keeps loosening under Leon’s careful touch. 
Maybe.
Maybe he can trust Leon to stay safe.
Maybe it won’t turn against him. 
Maybe he won’t see him bleed because he wasn’t there to unleash his vengeful spirits upon whoever dared to creep close to his lover. 
“I’ll stand by.”
Leon raises his head. “You will?” 
A hint of wonder in his voice makes Leri smile. He leans to leave a soft kiss against those tempting lips.
“Yes.”
He seals the promise with one more peck against a pliant mouth under his own, swallowing silent thank you with his tongue finding his way into Leon’s mouth.
He’ll stand by.
But he’ll stay vigilant.
And there will be no mercy for anyone who makes Leon bleed, for as long as he breathes.
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