[ no, seriously. he mulls over the lyrics, those something elses pulling at his mind, and for a moment he pauses.
right, right, this is for everyone in knights, and it's definitely confirmation that suou's thoughts are pure, earnest. he's glad that this is the place of belonging that tsukasa's found—that knights spark these kinds of feelings in him. that this inspiration is so genuine that leo can pull it out the words.
they could use work, of course, but the most important thing in leo's opinion has slotted into his mind, and that's fine. ]
... Yeah, I see... I see—! It's just blooming, but it's really running wild, huh...?
[ excuse him as he looks up. back down, to the words. then he shifts. there's a sudden rush of something in him; a sudden movement through the notebooks and notebooks and notebooks laying around him. he makes adjustments to the music quickly, slotting it easier into the concept tsukasa's crafting and the direction leo is being dragged in, his tongue peeking out from the corner of his lips as he writes and writes and adjusts.
that's what the skips of leo's heart are for, right? the inspiration building in him, pushing against his ribcage.
he doesn't vocalize his thoughts, because he's not too sure he can just yet. and really, when has leo ever explained anything in the middle of his fervent genius? ]
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[ no, seriously. he mulls over the lyrics, those something elses pulling at his mind, and for a moment he pauses.
right, right, this is for everyone in knights, and it's definitely confirmation that suou's thoughts are pure, earnest. he's glad that this is the place of belonging that tsukasa's found—that knights spark these kinds of feelings in him. that this inspiration is so genuine that leo can pull it out the words.
they could use work, of course, but the most important thing in leo's opinion has slotted into his mind, and that's fine. ]
... Yeah, I see... I see—! It's just blooming, but it's really running wild, huh...?
[ excuse him as he looks up. back down, to the words. then he shifts. there's a sudden rush of something in him; a sudden movement through the notebooks and notebooks and notebooks laying around him. he makes adjustments to the music quickly, slotting it easier into the concept tsukasa's crafting and the direction leo is being dragged in, his tongue peeking out from the corner of his lips as he writes and writes and adjusts.
that's what the skips of leo's heart are for, right? the inspiration building in him, pushing against his ribcage.
he doesn't vocalize his thoughts, because he's not too sure he can just yet. and really, when has leo ever explained anything in the middle of his fervent genius? ]