Two days later and I come up with this thing. Dramatic, angsty, romantic to a point and hopefully close to realism...since someone said they liked it. True I suppose - a look into real life is the best way to go at it. I hope you like what I wrote and hope to see some reviews from you my dear readers. It always encourages me to write more if I know someone cares about the story.
Also, I have created a Live Journal community called sl snowblossoms for Sora and Leon fans. It has everything you could want. Wallpapers, avatars, colorbars, fanfics...come and join if you want. I already have three members and I'm hoping to have more fans of this pairing gathered soon.
The address is on my profile page and membership only requires a click of the button to get there. Getting an LJ id is fun and simple if you want to join or you can simple come and take a look, leave some anonymous comments for those who create SL goodies. It encourages them!
As usual this doesn't have a beta reader so please dear readers, and hopefully reviewers) and SP777 tell me what you find wrong with it. Better sooner than later.
Disblaimer: Sora and Leon are not mine but I just love abusing this pairing
Warning I said it before and I'll say it now - fluff, fluff and more fluff...any complaints? No? Good.
Chapter 4
by Royal blueKitsune
14.Lies; trickery
In retrospective, he should've felt guilty for lying to her like this...but when he thought of her warm smile and her cheerful attitude, her ever present good mood since returning to the stage, Leon couldn't bring himself to take back his words.
Not knowing was bliss. He didn't wish to burden her with his troubles because on some level he knew she would pity him, feel sorry for his loss of so many years ago.
He loathed those words. They were the bane of his very existence and would be the cause of anger, sadness, coming from the person closest to his hardened heart.
The day had dawned obscenely bright and continued to burn, colors so vivid that he needed to cover his eyes to escape from it all. Leon contemplated moving from his comfortable position at the windowsill, but quickly dismissed the notion when it became apparent that he was too lazy and hot to move.
One knee loosely drawn up and his back against the wall, he busied himself with bitter remembrances of many years ago when on a day like this he had lost the first and single most important person of his life at that time.
Leon hoped that the sunset would come and go faster because until it did, there would be no rest for him. Bloody memories and blue eyes swirled in his head until he swore that he even felt the coppery scent of blood and the fragrance of her - wisterias.
A short inhale of breath revealed only the suffocating atmosphere of summer and the salty ocean air.
He slumped against the wall and pressed his palm over the bridge of his nose, hoping that the excruciating pain pulsing in his head would just go away.
It was going to be a long day...
15. Daises; wisterias
Her lips quivered and pressed thinly, eyes already filling with stinging tears - remorse, sadness, guilt, worry.
Yuri could practically feel the heavy atmosphere from the other side of the phone and he was almost sorry he had told Sora what was really going on. But then again hadn't she sounded so concerned a few moments ago?
Leon was bound to behave strangely ever since before today and...
He passed a hand through his unruly, blond hair and sighed when Layla pressed his hand in a silent reminder that the show was bound to start soon and that they had to prepare beforehand. Her blue eyes were as unsettled as his, no doubt she hadn't forgotten either, and there was no doubt in his mind that she didn't particularly look forward to the Festival either at the moment.
"Forgive me Sora," this damned performance spoiled everything didn't it? "but I really have to go now. I'll call you after the Festival ends."
His last words were reluctant and Sora blinked when the conversation terminated with a click.
How could she not have known? It made her ache just by thinking about it and she wanted to have a good cry somewhere where no one could see her.
How could she have forgotten that today was Sophie's death anniversary? Was she really so selfish, so caught up in herself and the stage that her mind had filed this as an insignificant event?
Leon had skillfully avoided burdening her with the events of this tragic day...he had been so kind and so unselfish!
Sora hid her face in her hands, leaned against the wall and cried until her eyes were puffy and red and there was an empty space where her heart should've been. She felt infinitely better though; as soon as her feet allowed her, she would get up and apologize to her dearest...
The door opened easy enough but Sora still winced at the squeaking sound of the hinges - she didn't want him to hear her.
Besides, she fumbled with the keys, she wanted to surprise him.
The hallway led directly to the living room - facing towards the window and the ocean. It was what had attracted them both the first time. The view was lovely, especially during the crucial moments of sunset and sunrise when the water resembled precious gems in a glittering sea of gold.
It was still beautiful. Sora swallowed thickly and admired the golden highlights in Leon's hair even as her heart constricted at the sight of his tired visage.
There was a sort of strange detachment from the world around him that made her want to reach forward and touch him. Curl around him and kiss it all better.
A few moments later she found herself doing just that. She didn't draw back when he started and didn't look at him when something wet and hot dropped on her shoulder...
Sora didn't want to further damage his already battered pride.
She stroked his hair and inhaled deeply - he smelled like wisteria.
16. Night sky; veil
This wasn't something she would do normally - as a result Sora felt incredibly embarrassed even as her feet danced lightly on the pale sand and the shimmery veil spun around in dizzying circles of emerald.
Still, the look in his eyes - the quiet awe - was dark and appraising and made her feel womanly and delicate.
All for him. If this would make him forget the sad events of this day, she would gladly dance for him every day. The dance of the winds and the sands or belly dancing in short.
A trick she had learned from Layla and her Broadway performances long ago. At the time she hadn't known it would actually come in handy, but the green Egyptian bedleh she had received had made it all worthy then. Same went now when he looked at her like that.
The dance was slow and soulful, a gentle love song that made her think of faraway times, sultans and beautiful, veiled women. And the moon shone all around her, giving her an unearthly glow.
She smiled down at him, sultry and playful, and reached for his hand hoping to banish the demons threatening to devour his soul. He should have known better that he was safe with her - that no matter how many times he fell, she would be there to catch him.
Leon didn't dance but she didn't expect him to either. Instead she was just content to keep his attention on her as she circled him and wound the veil around his waist, pulling him closer.
The kiss that followed was made of dreams and stardust and Sora almost swooned on her feet at the sheer amount of love transmitted.
There would be nothing but good memories for him from now on and she truly hoped, deep in her heart, that she could make him see the passing of his sister in a different light. Fondly, dearly - like he had once seen her.
Sadness would always be there, for a good cause, but to see him mourning for the reminder of his life would be tragic in itself.
17. Pillow; sleep
"Pregnant," he mused, almost to himself, tracing invisible patterns on her soft stomach, "It almost seems surreal."
In his embrace Sora squealed and desperately batted at his wondering hands.
"Stop that. You know I'm ticklish..." she rolled over and hugged her pillow, facing him sideways. He was already gazing at her intently and she found that, annoying as it was, she couldn't make out the emotions swimming in those lilac eyes.
"What?" The inquiry came out slightly more curious than she meant it to be.
"Hn. I suppose it's nothing. I'm just...happy." Leon reached forward and pushed a matted strand of hair from her hair - following their, ahem, strenuous activity of course.
Sora looked at him disbelieving.
"Yes...you already made that obvious, but might I say that you look about as excited as if someone had recently died." That was pointed with barely suppressed humor and almost no anger - she knew her husband better than to think that underneath that stony countenance there wasn't a well hidden smile.
It was just like him.
"Any hopes for the next seven months?"
One perfectly shaped eyebrow rose and Sora resisted the urge to sigh in exasperation?
"Boy or girl?"
"Hmmm, both."
A pause. A snort.
"If you want twins you carry them!"
End.
Well aren't I a devoted writer? I just know I should've done all those projects sitting around here...oh well. Review please. I'd love to hear what you think!
