ever the grumpy bastard
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Arthur, switching from bitter laughter to the verge of tears, while telling Sister Calderon that he's afraid, with his lips slightly quivering from the attempt to hide his fear, will forever haunt my thoughts.
He is so fucked up that I wouldn't even try to fix him but it just makes me want him more 😂😂😂(not funny) (I need to seek help) (awesome analysis ty author:3)
⸻ headcanon.
leo doesn't think of himself as human. he sees himself as something primal, animalistic, nothing like the average person. one of the sole times he references himself -- DOGS BARK, BABE. SNAKES CRAWL. LEO KILLS. -- he makes direct comparisons to animals.
it's only further proof of how the project has harmed him. while fundamentally aware that he doesn't want to be this way, repeated conditioning has drilled into him that an animal is all he is ; acting on instinct, without thinking, without feeling, an intrinsic muscle memory playing out over and over for survival.
truly, it's something that causes him a lot of anguish in the brief moments when he allows himself to dwell on it. is killing something he truly enjoys, or something he has been forced to enjoy? is it enjoyment, or survival? or something else -- duty, hate? would forgoing his animal nature bring him peace, or would he find himself again with blood dripping from his hands and pooling beneath his feet whether he chose it or not?
where does leo end and the project's assassin begin?
he thinks, perhaps, the waters have become too muddied to tell. and so, he embraces what he has become, for it's all he knows now. maybe another day he'll be able to think of puppy dogs and football.
Ah.
A ♡ M
Some close ups :3
It’s my first time colouring on procreate so idrk what I’m doing tbh :p
(don’t look too closely and don’t talk abt the lack of background I have no idea how to do them)
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