here's hope
summary: Sometimes she swears he's from her past. Sometimes he swears she'll be his future.
-—LeoHazel (post Mark of Athena)
side notes: for Ten-Faced and terribly overdue, i might add. also, i hope you've read moa now. xp but yeah this idk i wrote it in ten minutes so sorry for it
AwesomeSauz: Um, I apologize?
Payson-Nicky-forever: This is a collection of pairings, but if I remember and if there's inspiration, I'll write you something in one of my other oneshot collections. Cool?
WildCitrusSunflower: Man, Octavian is just great.
sunny: aw bby :3
Star: have i called you star before? idk but it's a short version so. yes. percy and korra do not even need to exist on the same planet okie. shall i make you ship nicoannabeth, though? hmm.
three. stars in the sky [that shine]
He likes the way she laughs.
It's a full sort of laugh—the kind that makes you want to join in, so that you draw it out and it doesn't ever, ever stop. It's a tinkling sort of laugh, like wind chimes, or a bird's sort of laugh, if a bird could do such a human thing. He thinks it's good that she finds his terrible jokes amusing, because his says them often enough to be his trademark trait, and she laughs enough at them to make him feel like he's soaring. She could make him feel anything.
There's a smile in her laugh, currently. It flickers there, sometimes, on and off—he knows this because he can hear it in her voice. Her voice gets lighter, brighter, and so does he.
He's a flame, an inferno—and nothing can extinguish him.
.
She likes his smile.
It's like the sun—burning, blazing, bright. It's eternal.
Sometimes she says Sammy, though, and it's not a conscious thought—it never is, no, not really—and he doesn't frown, no, but his eyes do. They droop a bit, recede a little more into his soul. Oh, she wants to say but doesn't, but I love your smile. Smile for me. But she doesn't and the smile is still on his face but not in his eyes. Probably he wonders how she can see two people at once, but this isn't the case; she's in two places at once, the past and the present, and sometimes it gets hard to distinguish the two.
Other times, though, she uses the correct name and his smile—she's blinded by it. She wonders how so much joy could be packed into one person, one being, one mortal. It's amazing. He's amazing, dazzling, breathtaking.
She doesn't tell him this, of course, because his ego is already big enough without her complimenting him. She does, however, say, "Leo, I love you," with earnesty, and he whips out a ring and they both don't worry about anything at all, least of all the future.