Leon didn’t speak for a long ti. He just watched Lyra stand there, small and trembling but refusing to look away. Her eyes were swollen, lashes wet, but she held his gaze with a strange kind of certainty. Not naive, not childish—just real.
This was the mont he understood she hadn’t said those words on impulse.
She ant them.
Leon let out a slow breath and finally broke the silence.
"Lyra," he said gently, "following isn’t so small thing."
"I know."
"You don’t know what I’ll face in Starhallow."
"I don’t care."
"It’s not safe."
"It wasn’t safe when you were working here either," she countered. "People pick fights every night. You stop them without a second thought. You put yourself between danger and everyone else. So let do the sa for you."
Leon blinked. He hadn’t expected that.
Lyra stepped closer and placed a hand on his chest. Her palm was warm. Soft. It sent a strange pulse through him—not lust exactly, but sothing that trembled close to it. Sothing that woke the part of him that rembered he used to want love before everything in his past life crushed that dream.
Here... here was soone offering it freely.
Not because of his strength. Not because of his destiny. Not because his a Haldrin.
Just because he was Leon.
He lowered his gaze to her hand on his chest. Her fingers curled, gripping lightly, like she feared he would step back.
"Let stay with you," she whispered. "If you don’t want to follow you to Starhallow, fine. But don’t push out of your life. Let co to the new house. Let help. Let be there."
She swallowed thickly.
"I don’t want this to end the mont you walk out that door."
Leon felt the breath in his chest break a little.
Because the truth was... he didn’t either.
He had been alone for so long in two worlds. Wandering, running, hiding inside himself. The idea of soone reaching toward him this openly—it shook him.
He reached up and gently brushed her hair back behind her ear. It was the lightest touch he’d given anyone here. But Lyra’s knees nearly buckled from it.
"You really want this?" he asked quietly.
Her voice cracked. "Yes."
"And you’re sure you’re not doing this because you feel sorry for ?"
She shook her head fast. "If anything, you’re the one who makes feel like I can be more than what this place made ."
Her honesty almost knocked the air out of him.
Leon closed his eyes for a second. He wasn’t the type to rush into feelings. He wasn’t the type to grab hold of soone just because they were willing.
But love—real love—had been a dream he thought he’d never get close to again. One of the few things he wanted to find in this new world. Sothing that made life feel... whole.
Lyra stepped forward until her forehead nearly touched his. "Let stay by your side," she whispered. "If it’s too much, if you don’t want there, tell now."
Leon opened his eyes.
"I do want you there," he said.
She gasped. Not dramatically—just a small, startled sound that slipped out before she could stop it.
Leon held her shoulders gently, grounding himself before the mont carried him too far.
"I’m not asking you to promise anything," he said. "I’m not asking you to follow into danger. But the house I found... I can fix it. It won’t be much at first, but it’ll be a place. Sothing that belongs to ."
He hesitated, then added in a low voice:
"And if you want to share that place with ... I won’t say no."
Lyra’s eyes widened, then softened, lting into sothing warm enough to thaw stone.
"You an it?" she breathed.
Leon nodded. "I an it."
Her tears fell again—but these were different. Lighter. Relief mixed with sothing brighter. She didn’t crash into him. She didn’t leap into his arms. She just wrapped her arms around his middle again, slower this ti, holding him with a tenderness that hit deeper than the earlier desperation.
Leon’s hands hovered in the air for a mont before he finally lowered them and rested them lightly against her back. The warmth of her pressed against him. Her breathing slowed. His heartbeat did too.
And for the first ti since arriving in this world, Leon allowed himself to consider sothing beyond survival. Beyond revenge. Beyond duty.
A life.
A ho.
A chance at love.
He didn’t fall into it blindly. But he stopped pushing it away.
Lyra pulled back slightly, wiping her eyes with the back of her wrist. "So... I can co live with you? Even while you fix the place up?"
Leon nodded. "If you want to."
Her smile wasn’t wide. It wasn’t exaggerated. It felt real, shy, and relieved all at once.
"Then I want to."
Leon let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. Sothing settled inside him—not certainty exactly, but direction. A quiet step toward one of the goals that had been sitting deep in him ever since he woke up in this world.
He wanted to find love.
He wanted a place where his heart didn’t feel like it was always bracing for the next storm.
And now, maybe, he wasn’t chasing that dream alone.
Lyra took his hand, her grip small but firm. "Show the house," she said softly.
Leon looked at her—really looked—and felt sothing shift inside him. Sothing steady. Sothing hopeful.
"Alright," he said.
And together they stepped out of the tavern room, leaving the empty little space behind as the first trace of a shared future waited sowhere down the road.
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[A/N:] Hello everyone, if you have read this far then your the best, I just want to apologize for any plot hole or how stupid Elijah as a character is, but be rest assured everything is going to be fine heading forward.
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