pass it on
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logtitle. Pass It On
canon. Tales of Legendia, Tales of Destiny
summary. Leon is injured; Walter won't leave him alone; and Marian, bless her soul, helps in all the ways that don't help.
notes. I donno. Happy birthday, Koyu!
“Why did you stay behind?”
“The Merines suggested it,” said Walter.
“I don’t need you to watch me like a newborn in a crib,” snapped Leon.
“She said Marian could use another pair of hands . . . and I don’t have sacred eres.”
Leon fell quiet at that, almost red on the cheeks. His hands curled into fists and twisted the sheet draped over his lower half as he stared down. There was a window next to him, but he wasn’t interested in the landscape. But to his left was Walter, and he didn’t want to look at him, either.
Walter offered him a tray of food and, as if he suspected more protests, said that Marian had labored to prepare brunch on a bad leg (sustained from a terrifying involvement with the dark mist that Leon had no desire to put her through again, but what mattered was that she was now safe). Leon started on the main course, swallowing his grumble and eyeing the flan off to the side all the while. Only then did he realize how famished he’d been, and no wonder – he must have been unconscious for at least half of a day.
“If you stayed for Marian, why are you in here?” he asked.
“She needs rest, but she didn’t want you to wake up alone,” said Walter, gesturing to the tray. “We’ll talk later. Eat.”
Had he the energy, Leon would have fumed at the injustice of being treated like a child. He conceded, however, that Walter made sense: He wasn’t too thrilled to be watched while he ate, and that meant he’d have to eat and ask questions later. The flan Marian had made was a small, but worthy, consolation of being under surveillance, though a brief glance showed Walter more interested in the window than himself.
“I’m done,” said Leon, setting the tray aside and swinging one leg over the edge of the bed. Throbbing pain shot up the limb and he held in the grimace.
“You’re not supposed to walk,” said Walter, though he made no move to correct Leon’s position. “For now. Your priority is to rest.”
Leon breathed in deeply and began to bring his other leg down. “I’m going to see Marian.”
“She’ll see you. The Merines and her friends may have healed you, but you’re in worse shape than she is.”
“That doesn’t mean I can’t see her.”
“She’ll come over,” said Walter, again.
Reining in a sigh of frustration, Leon settled for crossing his arms over his chest. “She put you up to this, didn’t she?”
Evidently, he was right to suspect Marian’s hand in Walter’s unnecessary – and unwanted – presence. “If you understand that, you should get back in bed.” The admission of truth made Walter more bearable, but Leon was still loath to entertain the company of someone who’d seen his ugly meltdown hours prior.
“Fine. I’ll stay in bed,” Leon raised his legs back onto the mattress, biting back a wince, “so now you can go.”
This time, Walter took the empty tray and left the room. Leon stared at the door between them, tensing when he heard voices on the other side, one of which he recognized to be Marian’s. Within that very minute, the door swung open again and Marian stepped inside.
Their reunion was a short one, compounded by the necessity to relocate Marian for her safety. Leon was to stay to promote maximum recuperation, and because he could do more good near potential danger than away from it. Thus, with a few key phrases exchanged between them, Marian gave a sweet smile and Leon turned his warm face away before the former departed, escorted by the Ferines boy named Oscar.
And then Walter, blast him, was back inside within the hour – and this time with no peace offering in the form of a flan whipped up under Marian’s delicate hands. Leon sniffed disdainfully.
“How much longer are you going to keep me here?”
Walter didn’t say anything. For the sake of testing his boundaries in a more direct manner, Leon swung his legs over the edge of the bed again. Still, Walter was unresponsive, and his silence persisted up to the moment Leon, stretching his sore and aching legs, walked halfway across the room without a single peep of pain.
“Marian wanted to give you something,” he said, to which Leon straightened his shoulders and whirled around to face Walter.
“What? She was just with me. I don’t know what you’re talking abo – ”
He tensed when strong arms enveloped his shoulders and Walter pressed against his chest. Their height difference was enough that any lower, and Walter would have been bending his knees. But the crux of the matter was that Leon had another person’s arms around him in an embracing gesture, and that meant he was being hugged. Heat exploded on his cheeks, all the way across to his ears.
“Wha-what are you doing!” spluttered Leon.
“It’s from Marian,” Walter said, as though this were the most natural thing in the world full of civil strife, international war, and demonic black mist that feasted on negative emotions.
There were many problems with that, but there was the one that stood out sharply among the rest as Leon, squinting, furrowed his brow.
“Marian hugged you?”
canon. Tales of Legendia, Tales of Destiny
summary. Leon is injured; Walter won't leave him alone; and Marian, bless her soul, helps in all the ways that don't help.
notes. I donno. Happy birthday, Koyu!
“Why did you stay behind?”
“The Merines suggested it,” said Walter.
“I don’t need you to watch me like a newborn in a crib,” snapped Leon.
“She said Marian could use another pair of hands . . . and I don’t have sacred eres.”
Leon fell quiet at that, almost red on the cheeks. His hands curled into fists and twisted the sheet draped over his lower half as he stared down. There was a window next to him, but he wasn’t interested in the landscape. But to his left was Walter, and he didn’t want to look at him, either.
Walter offered him a tray of food and, as if he suspected more protests, said that Marian had labored to prepare brunch on a bad leg (sustained from a terrifying involvement with the dark mist that Leon had no desire to put her through again, but what mattered was that she was now safe). Leon started on the main course, swallowing his grumble and eyeing the flan off to the side all the while. Only then did he realize how famished he’d been, and no wonder – he must have been unconscious for at least half of a day.
“If you stayed for Marian, why are you in here?” he asked.
“She needs rest, but she didn’t want you to wake up alone,” said Walter, gesturing to the tray. “We’ll talk later. Eat.”
Had he the energy, Leon would have fumed at the injustice of being treated like a child. He conceded, however, that Walter made sense: He wasn’t too thrilled to be watched while he ate, and that meant he’d have to eat and ask questions later. The flan Marian had made was a small, but worthy, consolation of being under surveillance, though a brief glance showed Walter more interested in the window than himself.
“I’m done,” said Leon, setting the tray aside and swinging one leg over the edge of the bed. Throbbing pain shot up the limb and he held in the grimace.
“You’re not supposed to walk,” said Walter, though he made no move to correct Leon’s position. “For now. Your priority is to rest.”
Leon breathed in deeply and began to bring his other leg down. “I’m going to see Marian.”
“She’ll see you. The Merines and her friends may have healed you, but you’re in worse shape than she is.”
“That doesn’t mean I can’t see her.”
“She’ll come over,” said Walter, again.
Reining in a sigh of frustration, Leon settled for crossing his arms over his chest. “She put you up to this, didn’t she?”
Evidently, he was right to suspect Marian’s hand in Walter’s unnecessary – and unwanted – presence. “If you understand that, you should get back in bed.” The admission of truth made Walter more bearable, but Leon was still loath to entertain the company of someone who’d seen his ugly meltdown hours prior.
“Fine. I’ll stay in bed,” Leon raised his legs back onto the mattress, biting back a wince, “so now you can go.”
This time, Walter took the empty tray and left the room. Leon stared at the door between them, tensing when he heard voices on the other side, one of which he recognized to be Marian’s. Within that very minute, the door swung open again and Marian stepped inside.
Their reunion was a short one, compounded by the necessity to relocate Marian for her safety. Leon was to stay to promote maximum recuperation, and because he could do more good near potential danger than away from it. Thus, with a few key phrases exchanged between them, Marian gave a sweet smile and Leon turned his warm face away before the former departed, escorted by the Ferines boy named Oscar.
And then Walter, blast him, was back inside within the hour – and this time with no peace offering in the form of a flan whipped up under Marian’s delicate hands. Leon sniffed disdainfully.
“How much longer are you going to keep me here?”
Walter didn’t say anything. For the sake of testing his boundaries in a more direct manner, Leon swung his legs over the edge of the bed again. Still, Walter was unresponsive, and his silence persisted up to the moment Leon, stretching his sore and aching legs, walked halfway across the room without a single peep of pain.
“Marian wanted to give you something,” he said, to which Leon straightened his shoulders and whirled around to face Walter.
“What? She was just with me. I don’t know what you’re talking abo – ”
He tensed when strong arms enveloped his shoulders and Walter pressed against his chest. Their height difference was enough that any lower, and Walter would have been bending his knees. But the crux of the matter was that Leon had another person’s arms around him in an embracing gesture, and that meant he was being hugged. Heat exploded on his cheeks, all the way across to his ears.
“Wha-what are you doing!” spluttered Leon.
“It’s from Marian,” Walter said, as though this were the most natural thing in the world full of civil strife, international war, and demonic black mist that feasted on negative emotions.
There were many problems with that, but there was the one that stood out sharply among the rest as Leon, squinting, furrowed his brow.
“Marian hugged you?”