10- Leonidas

Lenidas stared at his reflection, the now very obvious purple bruise glaring at him, his breath hitching in his throat as he stared.

His hands let the turtleneck sweater slip back to his neck, covering his little art, though a part of him wondered why he was even hiding it.

Because it is disgusting, because normal people don't hurt themselves, because we are trying to hide that tattoo on your back.

He sighed, staring at his hair that had been gelled back before the door to his room opened and he turned, seeing his friend who had his hair brushed in a perfect wave form, a purple silk chiton, a gold leaf crown and gold glitters on his eyelids with his gold choker and rings glistening under the light in his room. "You are not allowed to be sad today, I have put all the energy I have to make this work. ALL OF IT."

Leonidas gave a weak smile in return. "Is it too late to say that I am grateful?"

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