#leo001

[jaehaerysiitargaryen]

| @leolefford​​ | | setting:  during the wedding feast of jaehaerys targaryen and lenora lefford, the prince makes an effort to speak with his good-brother |

Jaehaerys hadn’t forgotten how to carry himself in these events. The need to speak with people and ensuring everyone receives the right amount of attention. The wedding wasn’t large, nor did it host the hundreds of people who travelled between the Arbor and Highgarden, but this was a different sort of event. Jaehearys wanted it to be this way for a reason. Lords from the west who wished to be seen seeing a lady related to their King married and the Storm lords who accepted the invitation. He would be living on their lands soon and he wanted to ensure they understood some things would not change. Jaehaerys’ grandsire Otto always taught him the importance of connection and connections with your future neighbors was incredibly high on the list of things a man needed when moving. Jaehaerys wouldn’t go further into his own desires. The thoughts on his mind. The constantly moving cogs of the clock ticking behind his eyes.

“Good-brother, I wish to speak with you.” Jaehaerys moved to sit down with the Lord Commander for the pirate. The respect Jaehaerys held for Tyland Lannister was just as high, if not higher, than the respect he held for Otto Hightower. A man he missed her and mourned terribly, a man who would be disappointed to see his place now. Not for long, grandsire. Jaehaerys planned on doing great things for the Crownlands and the Stepstones once he won them for his cousins’ realm. A proper reward always followed food deeds, so says his grandmother. Said. So said his grandmother. Regardless, Jaehaerys knew he would prefer the man who married his sisters to speak with him and while Jaehaera would most likely marry Garrick if Jaehaerys had his way, he still wondered about Laena. Technically a bastard but even then, conversation was important.

“We didn’t have the chance to speak much when it came to this union between me and your sister.” Jaehaerys didn’t really know the other, they all fought on the Iron Islands and the West danced for the green dragon. These things were enough for him to feel as though they were one in the same as far as where the line of sides was drawn. Jaehaerys only regretted he couldn’t offer assistance in killing the dogs who killed Leo’s mother. Jaehaerys wasn’t found of the woman who reminded him of putty stretching over bones but he was found of her brother and that mattered most.

“I can assure you your sister is safe with me. I am a hard man. Some will whisper terribly true things about me. She has no concerns any of those things will happen to her. It is unprincely to strike or harm a woman.”

[tabithaelicot]

Tabitha tilted her head and considered Leonidas’s observation. He had a point, but she couldn’t help thinking of it from a business perspective. “I think it’s more a matter of practicality. You don’t want to be dragging the contents of the entire bar out for one evening. And vodka is a pretty neutral liquor, you can use it in almost anything.” While she was by no means a bartender, Tabitha had some experience mixing drinks, mostly under her Uncle Beau’s direction. 

When Leonidas tried to tell Tabitha she didn’t need to pay, she just shrugged. “I know.” It was a nice thing to do, it was his birthday after all, and Tabitha liked doing nice things. She didn’t mean anything by it. There was no denying he was handsome, but he seemed a little too pleased with that for her taste. 

Once they had their drinks, Tabitha raised hers to toast. “Happy birthday, by the way. My sister’s birthday is today, too; we’re having a party later, you should come.” Tabitha’s general policy for parties was the more the merrier, and she certainly didn’t have an exclusive guest list for her annual Halloween bash. She was of the opinion that everyone should have the chance to celebrate Dorothy’s birthday, and experience said that by the time the official festivities were finished, most everyone was drunk enough to not have a problem celebrating a stranger.

“Tabitha Prior, lifelong Cardinal Hill resident.” Tabitha held her hand out to shake with a wide smile. She loved her town, and she was proud to be from here. “It’s nice to meet you, Leo. How long have you been in Cardinal Hill?” It couldn’t have been terribly long, Tabitha didn’t recognize him.

Ordering a drink should not be this frustrating, Leo knew that, but…well, if he was going to be social, he needed to have at least a little bit of alcohol flowing through his veins. It was like his fingers were itching to even hold the glass or bottle, and Leo was close to just ordering a beer. Still, he was trying to be festive. Hell, he’d even dressed up. But this was starting to get ridiculous. Luckily it seemed like someone had been watching his struggle, and Leo turned toward her as she rattled off what each drink was made of. Clearly this person was a local or at least someone who frequented Pumpkin Palooza, and Leo had to say he was impressed. 

When the woman was finished, Leo smirked at her, saying, “They really like their vodka at this thing, don’t they?” Almost every drink she’d mentioned had that as a component. He perused the menu again, considering what the woman had told him, and Leo said, “I think I’ll pass on the Macabre Brew because I don’t want a purpose mouth. And that Bloody Mary sounds deeply unappetizing. So I think I’ll have the same.” Realizing now that the woman had offered to pay, Leo protested, “No really, that’s okay. You don’t have to do that.” He probably shouldn’t have mentioned that it was his birthday, but desperate times…

Once the pair had their drinks, Leo took a sip and said, “Okay, this is actually pretty good. I can barely even tell that it’s alcoholic, which are the best - and most dangerous - kinds of drinks.” After taking another sip, he said, “Thanks for your help. My name is Leo, and I’m guessing you’re either a local or a bartender with how quickly you told me what those drinks were made of.”

[tvkla]

“  if  it  isn’t  portugal’s  most  eligible  bachelor. ”   it’s  played  as  humor,  dazzling  smile  slipping  easily  onto  peach-stained  lips,  with  a  shimmy  to  the  shoulders,  but  the  truth  in  the  statement  is  as  much  a  pitfall  as   it  is  a  positive.  it  isn’t  ignorance  that  has  her  declining  to  acknowledge  his  betrothal,  or  engagement.  until  he  tells  her  himself  she  will  pander  to  the  contrary.  “  how’re  you  doing  love, ”  she  grasps  his  hand  and  leans  in   for  an  amicable  kiss  to  the  cheek.  �� catch  me  up,  you’ve  been  busy,  no ? ”  [ @leobraganca​ ]

[lucywsly]

where: hogwarts’ halloween party when: october 31, 2022 ( lucy’s sixth year, leo’s seventh, hallowe’en ) who: @lionhcart

Lucy, who was dressed as a punk Snow White ( “what exactly makes it punk?” james had asked, amused — “blue hair, obvs,” she’d retorted, which had made him laugh, but he’d given her his sword from his costume anyway, so she counted it as an absolute win ), thought that overall, the costume game this year had been quite successful. It was on a satisfied surveying of the party—-well, those she could see; even with six inch boots on, that only put her an inch taller than Albus, and she’d need to be at least a foot taller to properly see over everybody—-that she spotted Leo near the drinks. Arriving nearby, she whipped out her—well, James’—sword with a flourish, teasingly pointing it at him. “Huzzah! I, Punk Snow White, hereby rob you of your drink,” she announced.

[dragvn]

where: diagon alley when: january 5th 2024 who: @lionhcart

                                  “i won’t let them hurt you.”

“You’re older than me by minutes,” Aurora reminded her twin, before tapping his shoulder to warn him and ducking low, avoiding a jet of red light. “You don’t have to —” ducking, sweeping a leg out to try unbalance one of the masked fuckers running past— “do that —” rolling over Leo’s back, kicking a Death Eater in the face, before facing him again, and a smile breaking across her face, despite everything. “But right back atcha, yeah?”

[archived-thecjwelford]

The man’s sarcasm was lost on CJ, but he was just grateful someone else besides himself found him hot in the little cat glasses. Though the momentarily hit to the ego did distract him from his task at hand. “Thanks man. You think if they don’t have any more cats, they might do other animals? Like dogs or butterflies or some shit?”

Leo smirked at the guy. Did he have such a high opinion of himself or was he being sarcastic? Leo didn't want to make assumptions -- not to the man's face anyway. "I mean.. that's probably true." The man wasn't unattractive, even with the cat sunglasses on his face. "Oh yes. I definitely see it now. Smoking hot."

[marlbros]

❪     𝐅𝐎𝐑  @lvciiddreams​     ❫

          neels is overly generous .  both  to  himself  and  others ,  whether  or  not  they  deserve  it .  he’s  been  through  trial  after  trial  earning  his  father’s  trust .  staying  up  all  night  studying  so  that  he  can  earn  but  a  passing  grade ,  forgoing  any  sort  of  hobby  that  wasn’t  deemed  constructive  by  the  powers  that  be   —-   he  kept  his  vices  and  guilty  pleasures  close  to  his  chest .  at  the  end  of  the  day ,  he’d  earned  the  right  to  throw  money  around  like  it  was  germ - covered  confetti ,  and  he’d  go  to  his  grave  believing  it .  “  what’ll  it  be  today ,  leo ?  you  want  this  olive  garden  gift  card  i  won  in  a  raffle ?  you  people  love  that  shit ,  don’t  ya ?  ”  he’s  purposely  poking  by  using  the  phrase  ‘  you  people .  ’  and  he  can  only  help  that  it  has  the  desired  effect . 

[supersonicdreams]

@thoughts-onfire​ || continued from ( x ) 

Nathaniel chuckled softly, sipping from his flute of champagne. Part of Nate was always intrigued about what drove a man to shamelessly flirt with another person whilst the significant other was in the same room. Sometimes it was a mutual agreement and he respected that, but others it was just the thrill of getting caught. The other part of Nate just didn't care and Leo was quite right about that. "Ah, lucky me then" he smirked playfully. "I'm not concerned about her, if she finds out, it will be your problem, not mine" he shrugged his shoulders, though his expression was extremely amused. "So... you gonna do something about your statement or they are just words that come out of your mouth?"

[alliroe]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @ruinouvs​

          “ they’re in there — ”     gaze still focused some game on her phone, alli points toward one of the dryers humming away with a load of laundry.     “ sorry if you’re one of those that hates strangers touching your clothes but i wasn’t waiting god knows how long for you to show up, and the other one is still broken. ”     she’s actually sitting atop the broken washer in question, bare toes curled over the edge with her knees drawn in toward her chest, nike slides abandoned on the laundry room’s floor. her own wash still has six minutes left thanks to some miscalculation on her part ( and that’s not worth going all the way back up to her apartment and back, so here she is waiting ). brown eyes finally raise as she loses her game with a small noise of frustration, brows raising at what she sees.     “ oh — actually that’s probably not your laundry, huh. ‘cuz you don’t really seem like a lace thong type, but maybe that’s just me. ”

-

[dom-dupont]

Location: The Pit @leoxvandoren​

Dom slipped into the abandoned warehouse that made up the Pit, the hood of his jacket flipped up and his spelled disguise already in place. This was only a few weeks after the ‘incident’ (where Helena had pinned him down effectively when he lost control of his powers and he had to be picked up by Monty like an errant, misbehaving child), and though Dom was already besieged with the uncomfortable weight of guilt as he imagined Monty’s reaction to his coming back here, he told himself that he was only here to watch this time. 

He wouldn’t put himself in danger, this time. 

Dom caught sight of Helena in the upper stands and moved in the opposite direction, weaving through the crowds until he found a knot of people just thick enough for him to loose himself into, hunching his shoulders forward so he made a smaller target. He then turned his gaze towards the fight, his eyes locking on the opponent nearest him first - Jared Cole, another Pit regular, a lean, dark-eyed man with a crooked smile and even more crooked intentions. Dom fought against him once and didn’t enjoy the experience at all. He wondered which sorry sob drew the unlucky lot of being paired off against him.

It was almost laughable, as if the world around him had come to a shuddering standstill and yet his thoughts raced a mile a minute. It could have been something out of a cinematic reel really, though if Dom was the lead actor he’d already have forgotten every line, every cue that followed that scene’s startling realization. The absurdity of it all edged him to the point of hysteria - as if it were taken straight out of an afternoon soap opera - yet it was the cold grip of reality that had him frozen, pinned to his spot. 

Like a specter from his past, Leo Van Doren stood at the other side of the ring, his face unmistakable even at a distance. 

[scorpio-musing]

Who: Benet + Leo Where: The Dining Room

@nightmarechildwrites​

Benet found the seat beside Leo free and pulling it out he tried to be as graceful as he could about falling into it. Technically staff had their own dining room to eat in, but it was noon and he hadn’t slept in God knew how long and really the tutor couldn’t be asked to give a damn right now. “I hope you’re handling jet lag better than I am,” he muttered, sipping his newest cup of coffee. “While I love your cousin dearly, I’m concerned she might be trying to kill me at this point,” he attempted to joke, though the humor didn’t come through so cleanly in his tone. 

[toomanycatboys]

sh.....arms? @just-leo001 its ya girl

[graysonsharpe]

Where: The roof When: August 25th Time: 2:20pm (closed to @leodxarte​​)

The weekend means a break from practice, thank God. He’s never been great at this game, not the way others are, but he likes feeling like he contributes, at least. He wants his presence on the team to make some positive difference. Now he just feels like he’s fumbling every single time the ball comes his way, and the worst is, he can’t quite pinpoint the problem—it’s not that he misses passing to Jen, because he played for two years without them. It’s not Casey, because Grayson makes a pointed effort to avoid them as much as he can, even if they’re playing the same role on the court. It’s him. 

Because he feels restless, more uncomfortable in his own skin than normal as September steadily increases, and Grayson’s not looking forward to their game next week.

It’s a Fox cliche, but he’s coping in all the wrong ways too. Smoked more cigarettes than normal this week, sank deeper into his own negative thoughts, all because he knows where this kind of energy leads in the end—a fight normally, whether its on the court or not. When something’s wrong, he’s got one way to cope with it, and when Exy fails him he just turns to destruction.

Grayson’s not there yet though, so he goes back to his old standby: cigarette in hand, finding a space that is, for the moment, empty. Palmetto’s campus sprawls out underneath him from his seat on the roof, especially when he sits just a touch too close to the edge. Its not much of a view right now—classrooms, Perimeter Road’s bright orange loop, clusters of students who can’t find somewhere better to be on a Saturday afternoon. Not that he’s any better.

The problem with the roof is that everyone on the team uses it though, and predictably, it isn’t long before the door opens behind him. He looks over his shoulder, initially debating whether it’s too obvious if he just leaves, but it’s only Leo. “Perfect timing,” Grayson says, tapping the box of cigarettes on the ground beside him. Technically it’s new, but he’s already shared with Brayden, and he’ll be running low again before too long. That’s how he knows it’s been a bad week. “You’d think I wouldn’t want to smoke when it’s already this hot out,” he says, watching smoke drift off the roof in front of him, dirty gray against the bright blue sky. “Guess I just hate my own lungs too much.” 

[archived-thecjwelford]

CJ followed his gaze over to the bin with an assortment of accessories on sale, but from here couldn’t tell if there were any more cat-shaped glasses, and would need to have a real scrummage through, taking the shades with a wide grin of thanks, before his face fell into a frown. “Dude, c’mon, I look hot in like, everything!” And he put the glasses on to prove it to him, posing in an exaggerated manner as if that would help with the pre-conceived hotness.

Leo grinned at his reflection in the mirror when he heard a compliment tossed his way from an onlooker. "Oh, thanks," he glanced over his shoulder to make eye contact. "Um.. I think so. I got them in a bin over there.. but I don't remember seeing another pair." While Leo did love a campy accessory, he found himself offering the shades up. "You can take these, if you want. I mean.. I don't think they'd look as good on you, but.."

[tabithaelicot]

One of the things Tabitha liked about Cardinal Hill was how nothing really changed. Yes, sometimes small things were different, but from year to year things like Pumpkin Palooza and Halloween mostly stayed the same. She liked the predictability of the same stalls offering the same wares. She liked knowing what the menu for drinks would be available in the town square, and how much they would cost. It was a perk of having grown up in Cardinal Hill, and it meant you could always spot a newcomer. 

She tried not to laugh at the man who was having trouble with Tracy behind the bar. It wasn’t his fault that Tracy always got a little too into his Halloween persona. “The Very Bloody Mary is made with gin, instead of vodka, an added shot of pickle brine, and extra tabasco. The Witch’s Cauldron is melon liqueur, orange juice, and vodka topped with club soda. The Macabre Brew is vodka, raspberry liqueur, and lime juice with purple food coloring. Not to be confused with the Vampire’s Kiss, which is vodka, raspberry liqueur, and cranberry juice. The Pumpkin Bomb is beer, cinnamon liqueur, and rum cream.” 

She paused in her rattling off of ingredients to turn to the bartender. “And once again, I”m telling you that you really shouldn’t have a pumpkin themed cocktail without any pumpkin in it.” She fished some extra change out of her fan-shaped clutch and passed it over. “I’ll get the cauldron, and whatever he’s having.”

Open starter for anyone ( @cardinalstart ) Location: Town Square Event: Halloween

Leo appreciated the fact that some of the stalls that had set up for the holiday, he was having a bit of trouble at the one he was currently at. They'd crafted an entire menu of Halloween-themed mixed drinks, which was fine, Leo appreciated the spirit of it. The problem was that he didn't have any idea of what they were, and the bartender (dressed like Frankenstein) was being annoyingly vague. There were drinks with names like "Very Bloody Mary," "Witch's Cauldron," "Macabre Brew," "Pumpkin Bomb," "Vampire's Kiss," and "Spider Cocktail," among others. All of these intrigued Leo, but he wasn't sure he wanted to risk the drink being something gross.

And he wouldn't have to risk if the bartender would just tell him what was in the drink. Leo asked again, but all the bartender said was that "all will be revealed for $5.99," and then he'd do some sort of weird, loud laugh that he obviously thought was spooky. "Dude, I'm going to need you to stop with the laugh," Leo said, almost pleaded, running his fingers through his hair. His head was pounding. To the bartender, he said, "Come on, it's my birthday. Just tell me what's in even one of them." When the bartender wouldn't budge, Leo turned to the person next to him, and he asked, "What about you? Do you know what's in any of these drinks? You can skip the Spider Cocktail though because I don't like the sound of that one." His fake spear that had been resting against the bar started to fall, Leo grabbing it quickly, and he explained, "I'm King Leonidas of Sparta. It seemed appropriate since that's my name, Leonidas." Leo had really gone all out, and he was looking good. That wasn't arrogance, it was just an objective observation. Obviously though he'd skipped the helmet, not wanting to hide his hair away.