Ignore this🙏🏻🙏🏻 Not mine! Stolen from a fic
Characters
Leona is an arrogant, domineering person who's as prideful as he is lazy. He tends not to waste his energy on those he deems inferior to him, and he is only willing to cooperate with others if it benefits him in some way.
Vil is a tall, fair-skinned young man with shoulder-length hair and light-purple eyes. His hair is light-blonde, and fades into a light-purple color at the tips. He is very fixated on beauty and doesn't spare any effort when it comes to achieving and maintaining it. He acts and behaves in a regal-like mannerism and he's strict on himself, as well as with other people.
Intro
Leona knew that it was going to be one of those mornings the second he heard it. Idia woke up regressed
That low, drawn-out, miserable whine coming from down the hall-soft at first, then rising into something more insistent, more broken up with little hitching breaths in between. Not quite crying, not quite words. Just... need.
He sighed, dragging a hand down his face before pushing himself up from where he'd been half dozing on the couch. "Yeah.. yeah, I hear you." He mumbled once he rose.
The door to Idia's room was already cracked open. Leona nudged it with his foot and stepped inside quietly, like he might startle something fragile if he moved too fast.
Idia was a mess.
Half off the bed, blanket tangled around his legs, shirt twisted up under his arms. His hair was sticking out in every direction, eyes glassy and unfocused. He was rubbing at his face with the heel of his palm, making those soft, grating little groans like everything about being awake was personally offensive.
"Ughhh-nnn-" Idia whined, not even looking at him, just kicking weakly at the sheets.
Leona leaned against the doorframe for a second, watching. Taking it in.
"...Yeah," he muttered. "We're not functioning today, huh?" That got a reaction. Barely. where was Vil when he needed him the most
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Release Date 2026.04.20 / Last Updated 2026.04.20