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a boy is a gun — markus & leon. Feb 3, 2020 23:27:14 GMT -5

Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Feb 3, 2020 23:27:14 GMT -5

The only thing he can think about is Kat.

He knows that it's irrational, that he has a million other things to worry about right now. The spies got word about the riots about to break out, and Leon has his orders: keep Markus safe. That's it, the only thing that matters, but there's his baby sister and there's the fact that the person who killed his father is somewhere walking the streets and there's his soldiers walking into harm's way with no warning—but there's Katarina Dalinger.

And she could beat out anyone.

Leon walks with purpose, striding headfirst into the Lockwood's headquarters and into the office given to Markus. He closes the door behind him, flicks the lock, and meets the eyes of a boy altogether too young, too soft, too willing to be a prince and not ready to be a king. "We're officially going into lockdown," Leon says, and trails his eyes over the windows. "Boss's orders."

He turns his back, goes to the windows and pulls the blinds across them.

"He fill you in on what's going on?" Leon says over his shoulder.

what are men to rocks and mountains?

a haunted house.

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a boy is a gun — markus & leon. Feb 4, 2020 1:23:44 GMT -5

Post by sidney on Feb 4, 2020 1:23:44 GMT -5

His thoughts are filled with olive skin and golden freckles. It's been days since he's seen her, though—really seen her, the princess on the other side of town—and the absence of her has left him feeling somewhat hollow. Like there's something now missing. Perhaps the sliver of his heart he knows he gave her the last time she dared to lock eyes with him. A certain bit of softness from within himself. Something tender he'd thought he'd done a successful job of ridding away. But that smile of hers, the way her lip quirks up just an inch before a grin takes over her entire face—by god. He'd do anything to see that smile again. He'd do anything to get out of this fucking room.

Anything.

"Lockdown?" He scoffs and lands a soft punch to Leon's shoulder, playful yet albeit a little two-faced. Markus doesn't give a shit about boss's orders, nor his comrade's loyalty to his father. He cares about one thing right now and one thing only: Lena. "You're kidding me, right?" But he watches in annoyance as the door is locked and the shades are pulled shut. "I'm not staying here," he tries to laugh it off, but he can't even hide the petulance in his voice, the whiny tone of rebellion even grating on his own nerves. But that didn't matter. He had to get out of here. Clutching the last bit of correspondence from Lena tightly in his palm, he goes for his jacket on the back of the chair next to him.

"You can't lock me in here like a child."

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a boy is a gun — markus & leon. Feb 4, 2020 12:17:55 GMT -5

Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Feb 4, 2020 12:17:55 GMT -5

The sun set something like an hour ago, but somehow it feels like it never even rose.

In the time it takes to crack a whip, the entire city is going to be painted red, dripping black blood from every corner. There are going to be bodies on almost every street; some of them will be wearing that damned white armor, but most of them aren't. Surely the rioters must know that, but they don't care as long as they make noise.

Leon has never had a taste for this kind of violence, had no interest in pressing one of his guns to a person's temple. That little gasp of breath everyone gave off, the power that came with a single exhale—no. As much as that was what this city was built on, that had never been Leon, good as he was at living amongst the red.

Markus has always been similar, but he didn't understand the scope of it, not yet, and when he goes to grab his jacket off the back of his chair, it's not even surprising.

"Markus," Leon says, tongue sharp. He would lay down his life for this boy, resurrect himself and ie again if that's what the Lockwood heir needed from him. It was what he was trained to do—but there's no doubt that it's because he loves him, too. Not quite his brother in arms, not yet, but his brother in something. "You can't go out there."

Leon grabs Markus's bicep.

"You know that," his voice is incredulous, pleading. Please, don't make this hard for me, he thinks. Please don't make me choose between duty and loyalty to you.

He knows what he'll choose.

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a boy is a gun — markus & leon. Mar 10, 2020 11:36:15 GMT -5

Post by sidney on Mar 10, 2020 11:36:15 GMT -5

“Stop! Just stop. Don’t say my name like that. Don’t look at me like that. Just don’t.”

His chest heaves as his blood starts to boil, anger and frustration rising within his belly. This is his father’s doing—his father’s orders. And like a good little soldier, Leon obeys without question. It makes Markus nauseated, sick to his stomach with the blind faith in the rotten-on-the-inside man that he’s been forced to call dad all his life.

God, how he misses his mother. With her soft, gentle hands and her smooth like silk voice. He can almost hear her again if he closes his eyes. If he just listens to the wind, sometimes she’s there. Telling him what to do, showing him the way. And if he confessed to her that there was a beautiful princess on the other side of Nine, she would let him go. Probably even arrange an escort so he’d be safe yet still able to do exactly as he pleases.

His mother would let him follow his heart—always. And right now it lies with the Martin girl on the other side of town.

So he tries a different approach. He lets out a few deep breaths, his eyes falling shut as he exhales away the feeling of betrayal from his almost brother, and he opens them once more. This time softer, pleading.

“Leon, please.” It makes his stomach churn that he has to beg. That the man before him, whom he knows has a string tied to the other side of Nine just as he does, would refuse him. “I need to see her. To make sure she’s alright.”

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a boy is a gun — markus & leon. Apr 18, 2020 13:11:09 GMT -5

Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Apr 18, 2020 13:11:09 GMT -5

Leon can feel the tension rolling off of Markus, can see the blood simmering beneath his dark skin and knows, likely better than anyone else, exactly the feeling that is setting his body on fire.

The boy's 'stop' does not fall on deaf ears.

But Leon has spent years taming his demons; he abandoned his heart on the other side of Nine and he looks back every single day, every single hour, can't help every time he looks across the rooftops of their District and lets himself think, just for a moment, about running down the steps and across the dividing line and dragging his heart right back across it, cradled in the hands of the girl that he has loved for as long as he can remember.

When Leon thinks about Kat he wants to dive into the fire every time, melt his bones down and turn them into armor to protect her with.
When Leon thinks about Kat, it's like his heart ends and begins its beating with her, like before he knew her he didn't even know what love was.

But he knows, painfully, honestly, truly, that that's not the truth.

Because the second he stops himself, pauses to think for more than just that moment or two where dark hair and full lips flash in his memories, he remembers everything that he would be putting in jeopardy if he ever let himself cross that line.

"No," he says, trying not to let sharpness distort his tone. He swallows, feels tension strong between his own shoulders. "Want and need are not the same thing; you know that." He wants to spit on that girls name, the one that he knows Markus is talking about, the one that he refuses to acknowledge. The girl who's family had probably killed his father, the one who had claimed the love of his life to her ranks. He doesn't know how best to console him, his chosen brother. "She probably has an army of soldiers watching her every move right now. Even if I let you leave, you can't see her."

what are men to rocks and mountains?

a haunted house.