𝓓𝓾𝓵𝓬𝓲𝓼 𝓓𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓶

.• 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝 2 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙣𝙤. 2: 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙩 •.

Pairing: ID!Leon x F!Reader/Existing Character

Warning(s): PTSD, Angst, Accidental violence, mentions of reader having existing characteristics (can be seen on the pairing part)

Note:

Radiants are a select group of gifted individuals who gained hypernatural abilities as a result of the First Light event.

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Earth 2 - United States Strategic Command Report No. 2:
Cloudburst

A tail of wind drifted against clear glass, suddenly evoking you of what unearthly science you were gifted with all those years ago. You took a moment to feel your brain grow empty yet full to the brim all the same as you watched the flow of air hypnotize you with its psychological embrace. You could bring the beauty of the wind for sure, what with the course of your hands and swirl of your fingers that could puppet the air. Yet between now and watching your breaths rise as new white-puffed clouds, there's an understanding between you and yourself alone that made you aware of how little control you still had of your capabilities; alluring and intriguing, yet unpredictable and lethal at the same time.

Within the surface of which you could reach lay an array of kunai knives all fanned out in a way that they would form into whenever they floated around right by you. Somehow your only comfort on the battlefield was the presence and elegance of such overpowered knives. Your owed dependence on your metals was the gauntlet to your fist; a much more powerful associate to the great power of your hands, or so you'd say. All praises towards your fabricated companions were no less sturdy in view of the fact that they always followed the glide of your arms and hands until that very moment, that very moment where you felt vulnerable in front of a man. They shattered right in front of you when those knives reminded you of why you crashed and burned in the first place. They reflected all of the failures you've had to imperil the innocent and guilty alike, non-radiants and radiants such as yourself; they were a mirrored edge of the cloudburst that you were.

The man in question was Leon: an amazing friend, a great lover, and a broken man defused from an explosion of excitement the moment you drifted away from each other's presence when 'The First Light' - as he came to know the name from you - hit. Every word that came out of your mouth plummeted into his head all at once yet they still stuck to him because of how bizarre they sounded, like a blade storm plunging into his brain within the same millisecond, never pulling them out to prevent even more brain damage. His thought-processing seemed to updraft then fall back the longer this conversation went on, but he wanted to hear more from you, to hear everything you were willing to share days after you found each other again.

"What happened?"

"I went radio silent for quite some time, but after that, I realized I couldn't make a living out of just running away from my responsibilities, so I decided to apply for a job at a local restaurant as a chef. For a while everything felt fine, everything felt normal as if nothing's really changed around me and myself in general. But then as months passed by I started breaking down due to the stress at work and the pressure in me and..." you paused, taking a second to collect yourself as you felt another wave of nagging air trying to burst through the cracks. Perhaps you still needed to work on covering the nature of your truth for whenever your abilities get out of control and fracture your own bind. "You don't have to tell me anything else about this part if you're not ready, you know that, right?" Leon said, placing a hardened hand on top of yours to affirm his understanding. If you were not ready to share anything sensitive then that was fine by him, it wasn't his place to force you. It was a lurking trauma after all, and a manifested guilt, and he was no stranger to that either. He just wanted you to know that he would be right there by your side whenever you needed him.