#kodeveronica

everything looks okay after ten beers. claire @ leon

❝ yeah, i hear you on that. ❞

he should probably tell claire to take it easy on the beers, but leon could hardly be one chastising anyone about their drinking habits. even if shitty beer could never truly erase the pain and trauma of the past, at least it dulled it for a while. so he raises his beer in toast, the familiar burn of it sliding down his throat a moment later. even after all this time, it still makes him grimace. he has to wonder how @kodeveronica was able to throw them back so easily, but perhaps some things were better left unsaid. he hums in thought for a moment before plopping another nacho into his mouth, shoulders slack for the first time in a while.

❝ so, what's been going on with you recently ? ❞

i'm not sure this is such a great idea.

❝ aw c'mon yuna, it'll be fine ! you gotta live a little. ❞

especially when fate was seemingly already decided for you. no matter how much death and misery seemed to plague spira, there was that persistent hope that never seemed to go away no matter how dire of circumstances. and yet, he knows that burden of hope weighs heavily upon @kodeveronica's shoulders and something he was eager to rid her off. was sneaking out of camp to go frolic in the woods and find a hidden beach the wisest of ideas ? certainly not, but memories weren't made if you always did what you were told.

❝ we'll be back before anyone notices, promise ! ❞

not long after their departure from that god - forsaken tower did they reunite. destined to befriend one another; hunter and prey , or ... more alike moths to flame. their paths were supposed to cross , intertwine even. but he dare not believe in the nonsensical ramblings of those who spoke of fate and destiny.

she'd made a pitstop by the shop , looking over the mess with naught but pure distaste , demonic corpses scattered 'cross wood floors. he's slain a number of enemies , those beasts lying in wait for his arrival , like he'd been their beloved returning from war. quietly hoping to slaughter him upon arrival. but he was none so unwise , though he may play the part with child - like antics; dante was smart enough to discern demonic presences ... truly being more observant than he let on. such is the reason the devil hunting gig became a promising career as young as fifteen.