Day 6 - Doll
He seemed so much like a fragile, porcelain doll, even if he was quite the contrary. His posture, the way he held himself made him seem noble, graceful. Even the drawing of an arrow from his quiver was executed in one quick and smooth movement, but as aesthetic as he was, he was still very vulnerable.
Sometimes he was afraid that the blond would suddenly shatter into pieces.
Edward remembered the first time he had met him, how utterly broken he looked as the soldiers surrounded him, ready to run him through without hesitation. It was only luck that the brunet happened to be there at the right time and fend off the cronies long enough for both of them to run away.
Grimy nobleman's academy uniform, scratched, bruised and tired. It took a while for him to recover. But in his eyes, the boy he had saved was someone he couldn't help but wonder how he got out of the situation unscathed at all.
And yet, at the same time, he was resistant to so much. Like an old, loved rag doll who had been thrown around often but still survived. Edward couldn't help but admire this. He knew how so much worked, like a seasoned warrior.
The archer had many sides to him, like one of those small, colorful toys- What were they called? -Which had yet another, different one of it's kind within. So many different aspects the further he delved into his personality, the mindset he had fallen in love with.
Fragile, yet resistant. Beautiful. Deep. Loved.
But at the same time, so much more.
The myrmidon ran his fingers along the other's pale skin gingerly, leaving a soft trail of butterfly kisses in their wake. The other shuddered at the sensation, before relaxing once more. Blue eyes gazed up at him with mirth.
Alive, expressive, loving, real.
So very real.
Not something that could fracture and crumble away, not something unmoving that cannot return anything, be it words or feelings.
Someone. Someone he could love and be loved back. Someone to hold him and whisper that it'll be alright, someone to talk to, someone to comfort.
He would cherish him forever, as long as he could do so. There was no denying that.
Leonardo was his, and there was no denying that either.
"I love you."
If Leonardo were asked to describe his lover, the first thing that would come to mind would be something among the lines of "A very energetic, loving teddy bear.". Saying it aloud, however, was a different story.
The blond thought back to the soft fabric of the doll he had once owned long ago, but had lost at some point, he found himself missing it, but the brunet would always be everything he wished for. But he wasn't one to dwell on such mundane topics as children's toys. 'Act your age, we're still young!' he would say.
He was trying, at least. But still...
An energetic, loving teddy bear would be accurate. Very accurate. The familiar comfort always set in around when he was around him, despite how irritating he would get every now and then, but it was comforting all the same, a sign of normalcy even in the greatest chaos.
Simply spending time with him made him feel fuzzy and warm. Fuzzy and warm, ha! How much you've influenced me...
The archer shivered at the feeling of something brushing against the side of his neck. He looked up and chuckled, shaking his head slightly in mild exasperation.
Caring, comforting, uplifting, loving, a constant that he hoped will never leave.
Edward was here with him, and only that mattered for now.
"I love you too."