Did I draw Jack too big here? Probably. Do I care? Not really. Let him be a big terrifying woof woof who can dwarf his Dorm leader. As a treat.
Leona has many thoughts going through his head, several he will absolutely bottle up and never talk about. But one of them is probably equivalent to D:<
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(Jack is being a good Freshman leave him alone)
-NO ROMANCE INCLUDED-
SPOILERS if you haven’t listened, I’m only going off things I’ve read. Haven’t listened to it though.
After Sam bites Darlin’, he wakes up before them the next morning and lays there watching them. He cups their cheek and caresses it with his thumb. They give a slight shift exposing the bite marks. A gentle smile tugs at his lips as his hand falls to them. Soft fingers glide across the marks, barely a whisper, but Darlin’ jolts upright at the new sensation.
“Sam?” They ask as they notice him staring at them, “what are you doing?”
“Well,” his morning voice growls and a faux guilty smile grows, “I don’t want to say I was admiring my handy work, but…”
“Creep.” They laugh and playfully tap his side. Then a wicked grin spreads across their face as they look at him.
“I see that look. Don’t you dare Darlin’.”
They reach for his sides having recently learned were his ticklish spot. They barely lay a finger on him before he grabs their waist shifting to be on top of them pinning their arms at their sides.
“I said, don’t, brat.” The last word increases the size of Darlin’s grin. Sam feels their body shake beneath him from holding in laughter, “Don’t make me give you more of my marks.”
Trans women be like “omg im boy moding so hard rn i hope i dont get clocked” and look like Aphrodite herself emerging from the waves, so completely, utterly breathtakingly beautiful, so picturesque and completely made if starlight that the firmament themselves shake
And im just like “babe your tits are so fucking fat your gender hoodie has turned into a crop top”