its quickly approaching my birthday again and im just. pops party poppers. time for edleo,
either way its been well over two years since ive posted this and my run-on sentences are still there and still insufferable, but im still cranking out drabbles i havent posted here. mostly because they're too short. or hideously self-indulgent. i can barely write these two anymore without dying of secondhand embarassment. ill try to rememdy that asap. most of my recent wips and ideas are more suited for longer fic though, and y'all probably know how that usually ends.
point still stands that ill pilot this hecking ship myself if i have to.
aNYWAYS this is short and gay and i no longer have any excuses. enjoy!
Public displays of affection had never been his forte, Leonardo remembers as his eyes travel to their linked hands, swinging back in forth in time to their steps as they walk down the path, the brunet humming, talking to fill in the comfortable silence with even more comfortable aimless babble as they make their way through the streets, peering up at the skies turning blue and red as the sun sinks below the horizon and the once white clouds become more of a light pink- The color reminds Leonardo of roses, reminds Edward of candy, but both agree that it's beautiful, though they're looking at eachother as they say so.
Their destination is indistinct, they're honestly just wandering aimlessly, soaking in the last beams of sunlight and hoping to glimpse a great starry sky above them, when one of the alleys seem just a tad too familiar- The brunet perks up, pointing excitedly with his free hand- Look, isn't that our alley- and drags him along- And the path does, indeed, look familiar, familiar enough for memories to rush back and Leonardo to nod excitedly in reply, feeling as if it were just the two again, all those years ago, as their hands unlink briefly and they scramble up the crumbling wall of a dead end to perch upon the brick and stone, staring upwards as the sun finally disappears behind dozens upon dozens of buildings. Their hands find eachother again, fingers entwining as if they belong there, as if they were two halves of a whole.
And the stars blink into existence, one by one, the moon peering out from behind the clouds, the last bits of illumination besides warm light from windows, the last bits of torchlight from the main street they had ducked away from. This was their place, their haven, for them alone, despite the crumbling brick, the almost eerie feeling any other citizen would get from the alley- Perhaps this was the work of whatever rose-tinted glasses they wore, or the memories that had been made here, but staring at the stars from here never lost its lustre, even if other things did with the passage of time.
The sky's now a midnight blue, the stars twinkling like the tiniest shards of crystal glimmering on a dark gown. Leonardo looks at Edward and his smile softens, because those hazel brown eyes sparkle in their own way, awe brought forth anew, silly grin on the brunet's face as the blond points out what few constellations he knew again and tracing new ones with their eyes, pointing at clusters and calling them butterflies, birds, castles, brave knights.
They lean against eachother as they fell silent, and Leonardo squeezes Edward's calloused, but warm hand. A murmur falls from his lips. i love you. The brunet laughs, tilting his head up to place a tiny kiss on the other's forehead, free hand gently brushing his fringe out of the way.
i love you, too.