[It sounds cliche and cheesy, but Elliot doesn't need words right now. He feels like he can understand everything by Leo's gaze alone, which is completely ridiculous, but how he feels. He holds Leo's hand in his own, keeping his other wrapped around his shoulder, his servant's head on his shoulder a comfortable weight that proves this is real and not a dream. Smiling, Elliot lets his head drop against Leo's, breathing in his scent.
It is beautiful, isn't it? All of it. From the garden and the stars to Leo's bossiness and their arguments and quiet moments.
Maybe it's because he's still floating in that dreamlike daze, but when Leo says it like that...he wants to try something and tease him. Still gentle, he quite literally sweeps Leo off his feet to hold him princess-style. It's silly and unheard of back home, and it embarrasses Elliot just as much-- but Leo's the one who ordered him to take him home.]
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It is beautiful, isn't it? All of it. From the garden and the stars to Leo's bossiness and their arguments and quiet moments.
Maybe it's because he's still floating in that dreamlike daze, but when Leo says it like that...he wants to try something and tease him. Still gentle, he quite literally sweeps Leo off his feet to hold him princess-style. It's silly and unheard of back home, and it embarrasses Elliot just as much-- but Leo's the one who ordered him to take him home.]
Hm...I was right. You are light.