Sometimes things that fall apart are actually falling into place
Leon didn't say anything when he saw that Percy was occupied on his phone, scrolling through it as if he were looking for something. While it was true that he could probably drive him home, he'd have to leave his motorbike at Percy's place, and that brought up the question of how he'd drive back for work. It was too problematic for Leon's liking, so he decided to make arrangements to stay at an inn or something if the roads were too bad to drive on.
While Leon deliberated on what he'd do tonight, Percy had something else in mind after all. Without a word, the Dagger went over to the tree decorating organizer and began to speak to him while Leon waited and watched from a distance. There was a lot of talking and hand gestures, but Leon couldn't understand anything they were saying from here. What were they talking about and why? It was hard to make a guess when Percy darted off so abruptly, but after a few minutes of discussion, the semi-redhead returned to his side with a triumphant smirk on his face."What? You mean..."
Leon perked up with a look of surprise, turning to look at the organizer who was walking away with a quivering smile on his face. Suddenly, it all made sense after seeing that, and Leon's expression lingered between shock and amusement when he realized what Percy had done for Pineki. It was funny how he could get so awkward and flustered with so much else, and yet go the extra mile for their Christmas disaster of a tree. Leon returned a small and entertained smirk back to him. He was about to say something after that before he was suddenly engulfed in a cloud of pink magic. Poof!
The spell cast on him from earlier ran out, just as promised, and Leon's notably masculine features returned to him. His short, messy black hair and his flat and solid chest. More importantly, he suddenly felt more familiar with what was down below, too. He didn't say anything—just standing there with a look of irritation on his face. It was about time.
After that, they began to make their way out of the heart of town and back to Percy's home, walking down one of the narrower side paths as their feet crunched into the snow beneath them. Leon was a few strides behind Percy for the most part, his hands stuffed into his pockets and his face looking downward as he watched his feet trudge through the freshly fallen snow. His fingertips began to ache from the chilly winter air, and the sweater was made of cheap wool, so he could begin to feel the fluffy white snowflakes melt past the fabric. But despite how cold it was beginning to get after their evening began to come to an end, that warm feeling in his chest remained. Back at home, it wasn't like he wasn't allowed to go to holiday festivals like this—a lot of the celebrations that happened in his city were actually a lot more showy and extravagant than this—but he just... couldn't. It was so much easier for his siblings to go off and have fun in the city because they were already meeting their parents' expectations, but everything was an uphill battle for Leon. The magically inept Hoffman spending his days goofing off in town instead of working tooth and nail to obtain his magic? His father always said he was allowed to go out with his siblings, but Leon knew what he really meant by that—"Go on. Go out and mess around instead of trying to live up to the Hoffman standard. Disappoint me even more."
No matter how much Leon yearned for fun things like festivals, he knew that he couldn't.
But this felt different. For the entire evening, Leon didn't feel the pressure of his family's judgemental, off-hand comments, or what his siblings might say if he so much as smiled. He laughed and smiled more than he had for years, and festivals like this were every bit as merry as he imagined it'd be... and that realization suddenly made his good spirits sink a little.
Honestly, was he even allowed to feel this happy? Leon had been holding onto the idea that his family would summon him back sooner or later, so he'd have to go back at some point, right? Back to that on-edge life of his, where he'd be ridiculed for so much as entertaining the idea of going out like this. He stopped following Percy as the thought dawned on him, his eyes downcast and the delight quietly draining from his rugged features. He liked how his evening turned out and how he ended up spending it, and he wanted to continue to have fun like this—to try new things like this. But an indescribable tinge of anxiety came over him, like how he'd have to steel himself for the scolding he'd receive when he'd return home after making any mistake. He saw the face of his father and grandfather flash in his head, and the condescending stares of his siblings. The slight twist in his chest kept him from walking forward again as thoughts of doubt and regret clouded his thoughts, and all he could see were those faces of his family. But just as Leon began to fall deep into his mental sinkhole, Percy called out to him.
Right, he was here with Percy. He was his boss, his mentor, and his friend, and just one look at him in that beautiful scenery was enough to dispel Leon's qualms. He felt eager and at ease when he looked at him in all of that falling snow, surrounded by calm, colorful lights and several displays of winter roses in the background and a small bunch of mistletoe underneath the elegant arch he was standing underneath. Leon looked a little lost when he looked up to meet Percy's gaze, like he didn't really realize where he was, and then he sighed with a rough smile. Why was he even thinking about home right now? It'd happen sooner or later, but he didn't have to worry about it right now. Or, at least for tonight. "You walk too fast,"
Leon eventually replied, beginning to walk over to him again with that usual steely expression, but he looked a little more at ease this time. As he approached him, it came back to mind about what they were supposed to do when standing underneath the mistletoe, and Leon began to wonder whether or not he should. There was no doubt that Percy was probably unaware of where he was standing, and that only made the thought more amusing. It was nothing serious—just kind of funny.
Leon walked up to him, noticing the true disparity in their height now that he was so keen on intruding on his personal space. Was Percy short or was Leon just tall? Was this the sort of thing he should've been thinking as stopped in front of him? Was he being too cruel by messing with him like this? It didn't matter, because before Leon could decide to just walk under and past the arch, he was already leaning down and pushing his lips against Percy's cheek. His skin was smooth and soft, so his lips sunk into him even with such a light touch—not that Leon normally took account of those kinds of things, but it was hard not to notice. The sudden peck hadn't even lasted a second before Leon pulled away, hands pocketed and his face unfazed as he casually teased him, their bodies still relatively close to one another."You were under mistletoe,"
Leon said without smiling, patiently waiting for his reaction. Percy seemed to always make amusing faces and say amusing things with stuff that put him on the spot, after all.
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