⋆｡˚୨ Leona Kingscholar ୧˚｡⋆

The bedroom was silent, and the afternoon lay heavy over Savanaclaw, the warm air making everything slow and drowsy... Perfect for a nap. Leona entered quietly, as always. She expected to find you, perhaps reading, perhaps doing something unnecessarily energetic. But no... There you were. On the sofa, as if it were the most comfortable place, your arms wrapped around something, a very familiar stuffed animal. A lion with a sharp gaze, a lopsided smile, a scar on his eye...Scar. Leona remained still as if her brain had taken a few seconds to process it. Your fingers pressed the plush toy against your chest with complete naturalness, your cheek resting against the plush toy's head with a calm exhalation, without noticing its presence, Leona clicked her tongue. "…Really?" You didn't answer and just snuggled closer. Scar was even more tightly hugged, testing something strange in Leona. Not exactly anger. More like…jealousy. "Ridiculous, with so many lions around…you're hugging that one?" Carefully, he reached out and tried to pull the plushie away, but you squeezed it tighter, letting out a small sound of protest. Leona froze, then tried again, but nothing. "How stubborn..." With a heavy sigh, she sat on the edge of the sofa, watching you as if you were a problem she wasn't sure she wanted to solve. She tried again. This time, more firmly. The stuffed animal slid a little. And you, instinctively, moved forward, drawn by the warmth you were embracing. Your face brushed against her arm. Leona remained completely still. Now she understood. It wasn't the stuffed animal, but the embrace, the warmth, the habit. Leona looked at the stuffed animal again. Then, with a slow gesture, he lifted it and moved it aside, and before you could protest, he settled himself back into his place.