#*that is a lie

[inkonparchment]

Leon Kennedy x Reader.

The old tale of right person, wrong time. Or is it?

"Hmm, yeah don't worry about it," You murmur into your phone, "I'll check it out when I get home." You hum softly, bidding your sister goodbye and then shutting your flip phone with a snap.

You let your shoulders drop, the stem of your wine glass held between your fingers as you cross the hand holding your phone over your knee. The moon is out tonight, hung onto the dark sky with stars dotting around it. A nice change from the heavy clouds that were scattered on your drive to Claire's house.

Nothing could have stopped you from coming to celebrate her birthday.

Not even Leon's reappearance in your life. Maybe that's why your sister had called you out of the blue, telling you about a box of your things she had left on your kitchen counter but really wanting to check in on you.

The interruption had been a relief, offering a momentary distraction from the tightness in your chest each time your eyes met his, always catching him already watching you. Your grip on your glass had been harsh, the stem under threat of snapping into two, throwing open the sliding door and sitting down on the stairs of the slightly damp deck.

You breathe it in now, the smell of the pavement after the rain, dizzying you as the memory of splashing in the puddles flashed against your eyes. You let out a steady breathe. But it doesn't ease the tightness in your chest, mind straying back to the blond man sitting on Claire's sofa as a robust sound of laughter wafted through the open sliding door.

You don't even notice the way your hand is pressed against your heart.

So you focus on the grass instead, moonlight reflected on the undisturbed droplets casted out against the blades. You didn't think Leon's presence would unsettle you this much, at least a year had passed since your break-up, maintaining no contact without any episodes of relapse despite sharing the group of friends and you even moved cities for a while, trying to put as much distance as you could.

But seeing how quickly you were becoming undone in his presence, feeling his gaze still lingering on your back, you felt it was all for nothing.

You sip your wine, leaving a lipstick stain against the glass, welcoming the sour tinge on your tongue.

"Hey." A soft voice calls out to you.

You startle a bit, turning your head slightly to see Leon standing at the threshold, hands neatly tucked away in his pockets. "Hey."

"Mind if I sit?" He asked, gesturing to the step you were sat on.

With a shake of your head, you watch as he carefully sits down on the same stair as you but on the opposite end, leaving a comfortable distance between you and him. He stretched his feet out, resting two steps below yours.

Leon nods to your hand that's still clasping your phone, "Everything okay?"

"Oh yeah don't worry." You wave him off, looking down at your glass, unable to meet his eyes. "It was just my sister. She dropped off a box at my place."

"You still live at the same place?" Leon tries, like this is a casual catch up between friends.

"No," You swirl the liquid in your glass. "I got a new place, it's closer to work." Too many memories haunt that apartment anyway.

You don't know what to say to him, choosing to sip your wine again, lips slotting against the same place where you had previously left a stain. The air suddenly fills with sounds of jeering, teasing and laughter, coming from the living room, making you both whip your heads towards the door.

You scrunch your nose, "Any clue what that's about?"

Leon chuckles knowingly, "Yeah they're trying to get Chris confess about his super secret girlfriend."

You chuckled softly, the sound unfamiliar in the nights stillness. "You mean Jill? That's not a super secret, probably the worst kept secret ever."

You bring your attention back to the garden but you're stopped when you glance at Leon. And just like so many times tonight, he's already looking at you.

The twisting feeling is back in your chest. How you wish you didn't know him so well. He bathes under the moonlight, the golden of his hair luminous under the night sky, the blue of his eyes so radiant as they expectantly take you in. He looks heartbreakingly beautiful like this, the gray sweater hanging loosely on his shoulders, complimented with the casual jeans.

Leon looks at you like he's looking at you for the first time, enraptured and drinking you in as though you'd disappear in an instant. Your instincts almost take over, urging you to him, to slip under his arm, to Bury your nose in his neck and inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne.

But you can't. Not anymore.

"Don't," You whisper.

"Don't what?" He whispers back.

"Don't- don't look at me like that," You manage with a shaky laugh, tearing your eyes away from him.

"Okay," He says in an apologetic tone. "I'm sorry." It's the only way he knows how to look at you. "I- uh wanted to thank you for coming despite knowing I'll be here too."

You shrug, hoping its nonchalant. "Don't be ridiculous, they're your friends too. We can be adults about the decisions we made without making it everyone's problem, you know."

Leon just hums in response, silence once again falling between you two.

You chew the inside your cheek, the wine no longer appealing to you anymore. "So uh Claire mentioned that you'll be around more?"

"Oh, yeah." He scratches the back of his neck. "No guarantee but yeah I think I've worked out a deal at work that let's me be around more."

You nod in understanding, confused when bitterness starts to brew in your stomach. Your eyes haze over, mind drifting to a night like this sometime a year back where both of your tea mugs were left unattended on your coffee table when you had wept in his arms after he told you he would leaving again tomorrow. You had just gotten him back.

You wonder what's changed. You wonder if she's pretty, wonder if she makes him happy, more than you ever could.

"That's great," You hear the words leave your mouth from a mile away.

"Hey," Leon calls out to you, carrying an undertone of a command that makes you immediately look at him. "It's not like that."

"It's okay Leon," You manage a strained smile, "You don't owe me any explanations."

He says your name, your stomach dropping at the sound of it leaving his lips, as he levelled his gaze with you, a serious look in them. "It's not like that."

You bite your lip, nails digging in your palm as you nod. He would never lie to you.

"So...you and I gonna be okay?" He asks tentatively.

You sigh, a ghost of a smile on your lips. How can you ever way no to him? "Yeah, of course."

"HEY!" Claire yells excitedly, sticking her head out the door, "It's cake cutting time!! Come inside quick!"

You chuckle, getting up to your feet as Leon follows suit, coming to stand a bit closer to you, his presence igniting something in you. "I was uh thinking we could grab a coffee or something someday? Any day? If you're free? And if its okay with you?"

His voice is tentative, almost vulnerable. You raise an eyebrow at him, curiosity and caution mingling in your gaze.

"Come on, I just want to know how New York was." His lips tug upwards in a teasing smile. "And I want to hear that infamous rat story."

You groan. You can't believe Claire told him. You shake your head, heart a bit erratic at the prospect of getting coffee with Leon. It's so sudden and despite the time that had passed since, too soon.

But..."Okay um, I'll think about it." The words leaving your mouth before you can second-guess them.

And you cross the threshold, leaving Leon standing alone on the deck as he watches you walk away, glancing back to look at him for a final time, the familiar tug at his heart returns.

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Binah understands.

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when you need to be somewhere silent and dark to appease your headache.

when you're itching and scratching from an odd texture, grimacing on some days and wanting to cry from it on other days.

when you fidget with your hair or pick at the edges of your nails or run your hands over something satisfying and smooth.

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when you want to be alone.

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