cecilia leighton

werewolf. 27. mistress. bisexual.

[cecilialcighton]

“--Wait, no! I’ll stop laughing, I promise... It was just... It was funny...”

[cecilialcighton]

sebastian-fuckin-quill:

“Cecilia, that’s so cute.” Sebastian grinned at the other woman and wiggled a bit on the spot. “You think so? I suppose that tall, lanky and tired is really in now.” He joked lightly before she started listing off drugs. Raising his one arm, he showed off his track marks. “Heroin when I can get my hands on it. But I am not picky. I’d take anything over nothing. I think this werewolf stuff is like molly though. Feels like molly.” He noted.

She almost laughed. Nearly. But instead the giggle was low in her throat as she smiled back at him, shaking her head lightly as he poked fun at himself. And when he spoke of his choice of poison, she nodded. Heroin was never something she’d personally tried. But, molly? That was a whole other story. “Tall, lanky, and tired you might be, but you’ve got a handsome face as well. Molly’s a good feeling,” Cecilia noted. “Almost miss it.”

[llilyjames-archived]

[cecilialcighton]

britroleplays:

BTS: My Burberry Black Campaign

[cecilialcighton]

xalexiamatthews:

“You can biased all you want, sweetie, as long as you can give me a great crepe.” Alexia teased with a wink, already thinking of what she would want to have on her own, plus, the sweet girl sounded like someone she would like to get to know better “Homemade creme filling sounds wonderful. So I think we’ll go with that.” wrapping her arm around the girl’s, she grinned “Your cabin or mine, sweetie?”

“That I can definitely do,” Cecilia responded with a small laugh. For a moment she’d hesitated, a split second just barely when the other woman wrapped her arm around hers, it was still weird even speaking with someone that wasn’t one that she already knew. But as quickly as it had come, it had gone, and she tilted her head to the side thoughtfully for a moment before responding: “ Mine works just fine. I asked for my kitchen to be stocked with everything I needed anyways.”

[cecilialcighton]

masonxfinch:

“They have always had someone else to do it for them.” Mason murmured knowingly. He had never been impressed with most of the supernaturals here and now was no different. “Not anymore apparently. How they will ever survive off this resort is beyond me.”

“Probably by being selfish assholes taking whatever they like. Just like being at this resort,” Cecilia half-mumbled to herself. “Oh-- Hey, I umm.. I’m Cecilia, by the way. Sorry for being rude.”

[cecilialcighton]

huxleyvaughn:

The guards seemed to be at their wit’s end with him, unable to coax the shapeshifter out from beneath his cot. He hadn’t eaten in a couple days, crammed back as far beneath the bedding as he possibly could be. He was curled up tight and did his best to avoid eye contact with anyone. Not that he was spending a lot of the time sleeping, he was just trapped in a bubble of his thoughts.

Huxley pressed back further as feet drew closer to the cot with a hint of a whine, heart beating faster as they seemed to be leaning down to seek him out.

Walking through down and around the corridor, her curiosity had taken a hold of her. There was talk, rumours that she’d heard from other guards’ murmurings that there was a slave avoiding any and all contact, any food, and most likely at the end of their line. Guards nodded, allowing her inside after giving them a pleading look to allow her to try. She didn’t know who this was, didn’t care, either. Whoever this was needed not a forceful hand or beating, and Cecilia was nearly sure of it. 

So there she sat, sitting cross-legged on the ground, ankles tucked beneath her knees and hands wringing at her sleeves. “Please,” She asked softly. “Will you look at me?” And even more hesitantly than her uttered words, she laid on her stomach, a mistress on the dirty ground of a cell, arm stretched out towards him, but on the very edge of the shadow of the cot, palm up in the most innocent, docile way possible. An offering-- of what kind, she wasn’t sure. 

[cecilialcighton]

spell-brcken-henri:

Henri was sitting by himself, working on his own, tinkering. Best way to keep his mind busy was to keep his hands busy. He was looking over the opened iPod he had on the table, and was carefully examining each of the parts, some of which he’d magicked to various effects, curious to see how the magic would mesh with the technology.

“Oh, hi, there.  Don’t mind the mess, I’m working on something since I got the day off from the bar.”

She’d been wandering around again, biding time and attempting to make friends to make herself feel less lonely, but after a while, Cecilia had to admit to herself that it wasn’t the same as being home. Pack. It was her damned pack mentality that haunted her, stunted her abilities to be social. Because, really, what was a wolf without her pack. The young woman had been curious, pausing for a moment to look at the table he was working at when he spoke. 

“What is it that you’re trying to do?”

[cecilialcighton]

ezekiel-dekavac:

“Oh, this place is absolutely deplorable. I mean look at these conditions…..I love it.” 

“...They could be better... But they certainly could be worse, I’ll give it that.”

[cecilialcighton]

danny-hayes:

“Huh, what? Nah, I wasn’t staring, I promise. Well, maybe just a tiny bit but fuck, who can blame me?” 

“...What were you staring at?”

[leo-rushworth-blog]

“Well I have to say so far Devilwood isn’t so much fun, although my room is rather nice. Would you like to see?” 

[cecilialcighton]

“--Hmm? Oh, sure. I heard that each of the cabins were of a different design, after all.”

[jaketanner-blog2]

He tried to disguise a smile as she wrinkled her nose at him, glad she had no interest in putting him through that. “Uh- no. But if it came out in the last 2-3 years, you probably shouldn’t be surprised by that. My time was a little differently preoccupied.” Human priorities had stalled when he was bitten - outside of Laura, obviously.

[cecilialcighton]

“Hmmm... Right,” Cecilia responded thoughtfully, tapping her chin with her hand as she dropped her grip on his own. “Well, Kingsman is as good an option as any, and it’s ridiculously amusing.” Opening the door to her cabin, she walked over into the kitchen, assuming Jake would relax and make himself ‘at home’ at this point. “Popcorn?”

[jaketanner-blog2]

She was going to be the death of him. Or something of the sort. God, how he hoped she didn’t talk to anyone else about him. No one needed to know he was relatively nice to her. The hand in his startled him back to attention and he followed the pull of her grip, silent as she threw option after option at him quite quickly. When she finally paused to look at him, he cleared his throat slightly awkwardly, “I don’t really mind. Whatever you want - but none of that sappy stuff.” 

[cecilialcighton]

She had absolutely no idea what sort of effect she had on him, reminding him of his sister, merely thinking that there was an off chance that her company wasn’t so bad. At his request of omitting any ‘sappy stuff’ Cecilia wrinkled her nose at him, walking closer to her cabin. “Absolutely not. I’d rather have to run laps in the early morning than watch any sappy romantic movie. Forget it. Have you seen that film Kingsman, yet?”

[jaketanner-blog2]

“Trust me, an okay from me is like winning a gold medal.” Jake told her, nodding just a little at her question. “Yeah.. alright. A movie.” For the slave who never agreed to anything, he was sure as well agreeing to a hell of a lot with her. Hopefully she didn’t turn around and expect anything, since he didn’t think he could do it with the way she reminded him of Laura. But was she really happy to spend her money on company to watch a movie?

[cecilialcighton]

“A gold medal, huh? Well, aren’t I a lucky wolf,” She smiled brightly. As soon as he agreed to the movie, she grabbed his hand and started walking (speed-walking? pulling him??) back to her cabin. “Great! What sort of movie would you like to watch? Maybe an action movie? Or-- Wait, a horror movie! Hmm. What about Captain America: Civil War? Or maybe a Tim Burton movie...” Cecilia turned her head to look back at him for a moment. “Any suggestions?”

[masonxfinch]

“You put too much hope in their abilities.” Mason responded easily, pausing to push the hair off his forehead. “Most of them are, sense of entitlement.”

[cecilialcighton]

“Are there people that really don’t know how to cook for themselves? That’s ridiculous,” Cecilia scoffed, clear look of disapproval coming across typically serene features. “Brats. Even pups are taught how to start being self-sufficient by the time they’re 10.”

[jaketanner-blog2]

Ah shit. Guilt was not supposed to tug at him this way when he brushed someone off. Damn her for looking like Laura. But he couldn’t even find a place inside him that could get mad at her for the coincidence. “Wait.” He said, huffing out a sigh before he turned back to her. “I guess you’re okay.” It didn’t sound very nice but it was probably the nicest he had ever been to someone in her position.

[cecilialcighton]

He was moody, that much she knew and recognised, just like one of her other brothers, or any of them when there was something bothering them. But she was used to it. What she wasn’t used to was having to back down, and back away, which she was ready and willing to do after she’d spoken. But then he’d turned, and Cecilia gave him a skeptical look, which had unconsciously been paired with a pout. “Well I’m honoured that you think I’m okay,” She joked lightly. “Wanna watch a movie? Or...?”

[levicxllins]

“Oh? Are you a werewolf?” He asked curiously. “Sounds like me, and what I had to do with my younger sisters.” He said thoughtfully, thought he pushed the image of them from his mind as fast as possible so he ddin’t upset himself over it. “Yeah well, it’s taken me months to get used to this bullshit and I’m still defiant sometimes, not as bad as some of the newer arrivals though. But I have my bad days.” He shrugged his shoulders, before following after her. “Sure.” He said easily, heading to the fridge first to get the eggs, then he checked a few cupboards before pulling out a bowl and sat the items on the counter.

[cecilialcighton]

“Born and raised,” Cecilia smilingly answered. “You’re lucky you had sisters. I only have elder and younger brothers. And then all of my male cousins. It’s weird, not being around them right now.” No, she had to stop. They were hundreds of miles away and she was here. She needed to take her focus off of the pack and learn to focus on herself. “I could imagine it’s a bit more difficult for you,” The woman muttered, taking out the flour, sugar, and other goods she’d need for the crepes. “What kind of filling would you like for your crepes? There’s fruit, chocolate, Nutella, marmalade...”

[cecilialcighton]

masonxfinch:

“Is it?” Mason asked, though his tone implied boredom and a lack of actual interest in the rules of customer service. “They could always get a helping of what the slaves eat if they’re that upset.”

“Or they could learn to cook for themselves,” She deadpanned. Cecilia froze, surprised those words had even come from her mouth. “That customer seemed like a bitch, anyways.”