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son of a blood moon
confident, optimistic
son of a blood moon
confident, optimistic
Location: Walking on Air > Dorian's car. | Tag: @MaryGold 's Dorian, @wren. 's Lionel.
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The sun god hadn't waited for any conclusive response from Lionel about the party. He'd leave it to Dorian to see that conversation through. The thought kept a pleased, vaguely smug curve to his closed mouth while he stepped back outside before resuming his place in the car.
It was odd – the things a person keeps from childhood impressions. He'd loved Lionel so much himself, in his own more brotherly way, that when he'd realized Dorian favored Lionel in a different way, it'd stayed with him all along. Whether it remained true to this day or not, he was sure Dorian would sort it one way or another! There was some excitement in the unknown chaos of it.
On his own, Leland scrolled on his phone. He was in no rush. He wasn't in Julian City to rush to some party or other – Dorian, his family, the experiences they might catch up on or form: these were the reasons he was there.
However long Dorian needed with Lionel in there, for shoes or whatever else came up? Leland was happy to wait in the car. Really, even if nothing came of it and Dorian's crush had faded with time, he enjoyed the opportunity to play the troll wingman for Dorian. How often did he ever get to do that? It was novel and mischievously fun.
Leland's thoughts pulled toward Theodore, so he opened his recently renewed chain of text messages with his old friend. Candidly, Leland had romantic hopes with the professor, and he'd become more upfront in his language about that. It gave Leland a thrill of anxiety - something hopeful and exciting. There was always the risk of -
Oh.
His summery blue glance clouded a little with a touch of processing dismay. The most recent message from Theodore had come through while Leland had been in Lionel's shop. It was a bit longer and more formal. Oh.
Theodore's message had been polite. It'd been caring even. But it was, ultimately, a confirmation that Theodore did not wish to pursue any romantic notions. Perhaps at one point he had - the suggestion was there - but he'd also met someone else. That was the ultimate punctuation to the matter. More, Theodore requested that perhaps they not meet up, not too soon, not while he was in a fresh relationship with someone else. Leland understood, he could respect that - just to be certain that a new partner didn't come under risk of feeling like they were something casual.
Though the sun god drooped a little in the back seat, wilting toward the the reality of autumn. He sent back a brief message, the best he could manage. Gratitude, encouragement, and hopes for a good future. Funny how sometimes wishing someone well was a way of leaving their lives.
No, not 'funny.' There was no mirth in that back seat. In that moment, Leland was grateful that he was alone.