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Character Portrait: Leon Song Character Portrait: Rosalie Song Character Portrait: Mateo Vargas Character Portrait: Stellan Mikaelsson
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L E O N. S O N G
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Leon's hand slid down the shelves as Stellan easily put the book into it's place. What he wouldn't give to be able to do that. To be taller, bulkier, handsome rather than pretty. More of a man rather than a child. Leon tried not to think about such things too much, as they usually brought his normally cheery persona down several notches, but sometimes he couldn't help it. "Figures" he said with a slight smile as he turned to look at the feline lounging lazily on the couch. "Always gotta outshine me, don't you?".

Continuing his search for any books that were out of place, Leon was relieved that none of them had to be put into a spot that was out of his reach. Everything seemed to be in it's place, but Leon continued to search. If he wasn't reading, he had to be doing something. A book in his hands was the only thing that ever managed to keep him still. "Great Gatsby" he answered almost by reflex. It had been one of his favorite books ever since he could remember. "I've read it more times than I can count". Leon wasn't sure why he loved the book so much. He couldn't relate to Gatsby seeing as he'd never been so in love, let alone with someone that did not belong to him. Still, Leon loved the story and had come to love the characters greatly. "I'm actually the only one that spends time in here, usually" he added, settling on the arm chair across from where the prince was sitting, no book in hand. If he started to read now, Stellan would be left talking to himself. He watched with an almost surprised look as Snickers slowly made his way over to the stranger, almost immediately deciding to curl up beside him. It was unusual to see him warm up to someone so quickly. That was usually Leon's territory.

"for the record, It's really hard to piss me" he said, brushing the hair out of his face that had been placed there by a sudden gust of wind. "I promise that's something you won't have to worry about". In the course of his twenty years of life, Leon had only gotten angry twice. Once right after his mother had passed away and his father prohibited Mateo from coming to visit them. Leon had really taken that to heart, and yelled his little lungs out. Mateo was his and Rosalie's closest friend, and they hadn't even been allowed to see him when they needed him the most. The second time had been just a month ago, when he was told by Rosalie that she was to get married to a stranger. But just like that time before, that too had subdued. Especially after actually having met the prince. "As long as you treat my sister well, I promise you we won't ever have a problem" he said with certainty.




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Mateo watched, dumbfounded, as Rosalie slowly put the pieces together. He was glad that she had been able to figure it out and he didn't have to explain what he meant. Because id he did, he might have just broke down right then and there, confessing everything he's ever felt towards her. This was not the time to do that, but man did he want to. He listened to the words leaving her mouth, almost in slow motion, and felt his heart plunge. Wha should have been a happy, beautiful moment of confession was transformed into the most painful moment he'd ever been through. He loved her...she loved him... now what....

Rosalie asked him what they were going to do, but Mateo didn't have an answer. No matter how badly he wanted to, he couldn't think of one, because he was just as much at a loss as he was. Before he could give it any more thought, the sound of Rose hitting the ground yanked him back to reality. Eyes wide, he quickly moved beside her, helping her to sit and and make sure nothing was hurt or broken. She seemed okay...physically that is. "I'm sorry...." he muttered, taking both her hands in his. "I wish I had an answer...". In a way, he was lying....he did have an answer. It just wasn't the right one. Let's run away together! He wanted to say that more than anything, but that would solve nothing. If anything, it would only bring more trouble. Feeling a tear threatening his eyes, he swallowed them back. He had to be strong for the both of them.

"When..." he felt the words catch in his throught, almost not wanting to finish the question. "...when is the ceremony supposed to be?". Mateo tried not to get his hopes up too high, but maybe, just maybe, there was enough time for him to come up with a solution. He hadn't a clue how to go about this, but one thing was certain. He was not going to let her go...not without a fight.