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Title: Stars Come Out

Pairing: Leronne (Leonard Johnson/Aronne Hirsch)

Summary: Aronne tends to look back on things while he watches Leonard sleep by his side.

It’s not great, but ah well. 

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spektraphone:

“Well, excuuuuse me. Sassy little spitfire, you are.”  Her eyes widened to nearly comical proportions and she stood stock still, freezing up before squeezing her eyes tightly shut.  Her hands clenched and she was completely prepared to lash out at Leonard once he’d made contact, but instead she felt nothing.

What?

Leah cracked one eye open and looked at Leonard.  Aha.  Ghosty trick.  His tactic had definitely worked; he’d spooked a spook and she would have said something inflammatory, had he not gone on to speak about Aronne.

“That’s Europeans for you,” she said quietly.  The magnitude of reverence that Leonard had for Aronne was definitely evident, and the concept of feeling alive after death was intriguing.  She still doubted her ability to experience such things on any scale, but at least she had someone to laugh with.

“Aren’t you a regular old Romeo,” she said, smiling a little bit at Leo.  ”And I was right.  You are definitely a dweeb.”

While Leonard was highly, highly pleased with himself at having frightened his new friend so easily, he knew it wasn’t the time to celebrate that small victory. He’d do that with himself later. For the moment, the conversation was more intimate, and even he knew when to stay rather serious. Even though, of course, he’d just somewhat smacked Leah across the face. 

“I guess I am Romeo in a way, huh.” Romeo Montague, dead for his Lady Capulet, although Aronne was anything but a goddamn lady. If he wanted to be honest with himself, he almost wanted to say that Aronne was the one wearing the pants in this little relationship that they had. Almost. 

“Well I’m the best goddamn dweeb around, then. Don’t ya fuckin’ forget it.” He showed a bit of a smile then, and a shake of his head followed. The strong urge to return to his resting place was pulling now. Ah, the downsides of being partly a residual haunting. The calling to haunt his designed area was always there.

There was a bit of struggle that showed on his face. Should he stay, or should he go? He didn’t want to leave Leah yet! They’d just gotten friendly. 

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“Huh.  Spiffy.”  The red on his face was amusing to her.  She took joy in making him a bit uncomfortable.  The topic was harmless.  Well, for her it was.  And Leonard seemed glad to divulge information about his precious little European studmuffin or whatever kind of muffin he was.

Probably not very studly.  She couldn’t see Leonard with anyone beefy.  But then again, her perception of others was often very wrong and her life choices weren’t the best.  Being wrong wasn’t out of the question.

Leonard’s answer was shocking, though.  Aronne was alive?  How could someone have a relationship with a ghost?  She never would.  Ever.  It was too creepy, too taboo…wrong.  Leonard was dead.  D. E. A. D.  No pulse, no life.  Just soul.  Maybe that was all that was really there to love.

How could he love someone dead?  He would never be alive again, or at least that’s how Leah perceived things to be.  Aronne would get old and die.  What if he passed on?  What if Leonard passed on?

Leah suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable.  She hadn’t been expecting that answer.  Leo was crossing lines into dangerous territory - not with her, but for himself.  It was concerning, and despite herself, she felt sorry for him.   She wouldn’t shower him with pity or condolences; he seemed fully aware of what he was doing.  He must have thought about it quite often.

“Congratulations.  You better take care of each other,” she said quietly.  The way her statement was worded…it sounded threatening, even to her own ears.  But these matters, they struck her hard in the gut; who killed the people they loved?  Who loved people past death as Leonard did?  She hadn’t.  If anything, all she could manage to muster about Owen was pure, unadulterated hatred.  And, in this case, a niggling sense of jealousy.  ”From what I gather of you, I bet he’s pretty dweeby.  Takes a dweeb to love a dweeb.”

Leonard mustered a small grin, and a shake of his head followed. Based on the silence that followed, he knew she was thinking hard about the pros and cons of the relationship he held. He knew the silence all too well. He often held it himself when he thought about he and Aronne’s bond.

The more he’d thought about it, the more it’d bothered him, so he eventually learned to not overthink it. The more he overthought it, after all, the more it made him feel like a complete asshole. Aronne deserved better, much better than a soul that wasn’t at rest. And yet, he’d stuck with him. Not questioning why he’d decided to stick with him was a lot better than always questioning it whenever he had free time.

“You shut your face,” he said a moment later, snapping out of his thoughts to reach over and strike Leah across the face. Thankfully, he had enough control over his body to make the hand go through, and not physically make any form of contact. It was just to playfully scare, not to hurt.

“Aronne’s …a dweeb, yeah. I guess. But he’s my dweeb.” Leonard cleared his throat. “He laughs at odd things and he can’t figure out how to pronounce some things properly. He likes to talk in German sometimes and it confuses the shit out of me. Sometimes he sits in his room and cries because some people can’t handle this Inn. They can’t handle the darkness of the Inn, and it scares him too.” He frowned just speaking about it. “But above all, he smiles more than anyone I’ve seen in this damn place. He keeps himself alive somehow, and he keeps me alive.”

Well shit, that was cheesy as fuck.

”..It’s stupid, I guess. But he’s made me feel more alive than half the ghosts here.”

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The blush on his face was definitely a tell-tale sign that he had been using his little air-grinding maneuver on something other than air.  A person.  Or a ghost.  Or something.  Someone.

“Yeah.  I would, actually.  Perhaps I’m just really nosy,” Leah said, her lips quirking up in a grin.  She moved her hips a bit in a much less dramatic fashion than he had, only rolling them a little bit, but obviously imitating him.  Possibly to irritate him.  Possibly to make fun of him a little bit.  Likely a bit of both, but she mostly just found it hilarious.

“Cute name.  Sounds foreign.  European,” Leah wondered aloud.  She tapped her chin with her finger and raised an eyebrow.  ”Love in the afterlife.  That’s something I never would have imagined actually being feasible.”  Leah was being honest - not condescending, but honestly mystified by the concept.

“Teasing and shit aside, that’s cute.  Is he uh…yanno…like us?” she said, gesturing between the two of them.

Leonard tried his best to not turn redder. He tried, really. With the way Leah was moving her hips, however, so fluid and mocking, his embarrassment just flipped to a bit of discomfort and he huffed loudly. “Hey,” he said with a bit of a pout. How dare she tease! I’m going to punch your face in with kindness. How dare you.

“He’s uh, German. I believe.” He almost said ‘Austrian’, but no. He couldn’t be Austrian. His name wasn’t that foreign, even if the language was the same. It was the same, wasn’t it?

And now that she mentioned it, Leonard realized that the concept of love after death had been odd to him at a time, too. Granted, it’d been odd to him even in life. He’d had flings, but nothing extremely serious at any point in time. The idea of settling down had never been something he wanted to think about. However, now with no promise of escape from the Inn or his ghostly state, it was all he could think about: finally and forever being with that one person he’d fallen for.

Leonard was smiling like an idiot at the moment, and not even realizing it. He almost failed to hear Leah’s question. “Whu? Oh- no. No. He’s, uh. He’s alive.” Thankfully, he added as a mental note. He’d never forgive himself if anything happened to Aronne. “He’s, uh, very much alive.”