I've been told that before, too, by a guy I can't get along with at all.
[ If you love like Leo does, does it matter? Leo knows he does feel things strongly, specially, but is that something he should ever say to people who don't get it?
Almost no one ever gets it. He turns around when that touch goes away, and then watches. ]
I told you. I'm a composer, and my first language is music. You have to love someone at least a little bit to write them a song. You have to look at them and see them as they are, the good and bad things, the beautiful and ugly. Sharp edges, smooth rounded corners - you can't ignore any of it. I've never understood anyone who could stare at someone's soul and not feel love, but then - that kind of person doesn't understand me either. Most people don't.
[ The brand on the neck is interesting. Leo reaches out to trace the letters. ]
It's still love. There's all different sorts. I love Hiyo and Nami as dear friends. I love Magi as something of a kindred spirit, but not quite. I love Knights like they're my own limbs in different bodies - I love Naru 'cause she's so intensely herself, and she calls me out whenever she feels like it. I love Rittsu because he's funny and irreverent and he plays the piano like I hear it in my head. I love Suo because he's so earnest and he believes in the best of all of us, like he can't see the corpses in the shadows. And I love Sena to my own destruction, and his, when he's cold as the moon and just as pretty.
[ He doesn't want to talk about Ruka right now. He doesn't like to talk about her anywhere near to something like this, his precious little sister. ]
There's people I love so deeply and so painfully that I can't get their impression out of my bones. "Can" and "should" don't matter. Today, tomorrow, time doesn't matter either.
[ He's the sort of person whose heart is never in his own chest. ]
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[ If you love like Leo does, does it matter? Leo knows he does feel things strongly, specially, but is that something he should ever say to people who don't get it?
Almost no one ever gets it. He turns around when that touch goes away, and then watches. ]
I told you. I'm a composer, and my first language is music. You have to love someone at least a little bit to write them a song. You have to look at them and see them as they are, the good and bad things, the beautiful and ugly. Sharp edges, smooth rounded corners - you can't ignore any of it. I've never understood anyone who could stare at someone's soul and not feel love, but then - that kind of person doesn't understand me either. Most people don't.
[ The brand on the neck is interesting. Leo reaches out to trace the letters. ]
It's still love. There's all different sorts. I love Hiyo and Nami as dear friends. I love Magi as something of a kindred spirit, but not quite. I love Knights like they're my own limbs in different bodies - I love Naru 'cause she's so intensely herself, and she calls me out whenever she feels like it. I love Rittsu because he's funny and irreverent and he plays the piano like I hear it in my head. I love Suo because he's so earnest and he believes in the best of all of us, like he can't see the corpses in the shadows. And I love Sena to my own destruction, and his, when he's cold as the moon and just as pretty.
[ He doesn't want to talk about Ruka right now. He doesn't like to talk about her anywhere near to something like this, his precious little sister. ]
There's people I love so deeply and so painfully that I can't get their impression out of my bones. "Can" and "should" don't matter. Today, tomorrow, time doesn't matter either.
[ He's the sort of person whose heart is never in his own chest. ]
What did you transgress upon?