[In Leona's mind's eye, there is a mother who loves him sweetly singing, but her face is clouded by his doubt. He cannot look at her without wondering if he is a danger to her. There is a baby in his arms with sweet little red locks and tiny little cub ears, who keeps him from ever reaching any height, and that baby smiles at him like he is warm like the sun instead of dry like the desert. That baby falls asleep to his lullaby, curled in his arms like Leona is not the nightmare that haunts him, like Leona couldn't be the death of him.
Yoojin reaches out and touches him and Leona's eyes open, and Yoojin looks at him like he is something warm, something unterrifying.]
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monsterdaddy) wrote2025-04-29 12:06 pm
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Yoojin reaches out and touches him and Leona's eyes open, and Yoojin looks at him like he is something warm, something unterrifying.]
...Yeah, yeah.
Ain't much I ain't good at, y'know.