guys stop i had this whole series thing i was gonna do, and now im like not vibing with it ?? but i have like a couple of posts already ready for it sooo idk what to do ??
maybe i'll give it a couple of days and see if i like it again.
No, he's not fussing, thank you very much. Merely ensuring she's prepared for every eventuality he can possibly conceive. Who can blame him, when previous missions have resulted in his own downfall?
Leo smooths down the cloak laying on her shoulders once more. "Stay vigilant. I know you have Jakob and that fool Laslow with you; promise me you won't let your guard down regardless." Hands trail down her arms until his fingers brush the backs of her own.
Risks are part of the job. He knows that, is well acquainted with the realities of the world. Namely, that nothing goes to plan--even his carefully crafted ones. But watching a piece of his heart set out for a journey, alone, throws all logic out the window.
His kiss is gentle. Sweet. "Come back to me," he whispers against her lips, parroting her own plea from months ago. Vulnerability is not his strong suit. Already he feels the latent urge to hide behind an impassive mask, paint a veneer of calm over the worry flicking across his features.
She will not laugh in the face of his fear, nor think any less of him for it. She loves him all the same and it will always make his spin how freely she offers her love. "I love you, Corrin."
All around them is the commotion of preparation. Theirs is far from the only goodbye being spoken, but all of the others fade to a dull hum in the face of Leo's measured touch.
"I'll be okay." He's afraid, and it clings to him like a wraith. Few times has their separation been entirely willing, and fewer still have come without the fear of the unknown. Corrin catches his fingers in her own, weaves them together with a quiet little hum. Were there any merit to trying to make him believe it, she would spend the rest of her life doing so.
But it would be a waste. She knows too well that the only promises he puts faith in are the ones that he can see. Until this is over and she has returned, there is nothing that can ease his worry.
Corrin counts three heartbeats that he allows their lips to meet, feels them hammer in her chest. A smile finds its way upon her face as it always seems to, soft and bittersweet as he breathes against her.
"I love you," hands release his to creep up his arms, squeezing gently as though emphasizing such, "I'll be back soon, I promise. It'll be like I never even left."
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