Leonardo "Leo" Capulet || 37 Bisexual || Unclaimed Dominant House Vaneti Personal Security to the Arbiter Disclaimer: This is an 18+ roleplay account. I have no affiliation with Sebastian Stan. I do not own any of the photos or gifs used on this roleplay account, and do not claim credit for any images used on this page.
Jadon thought it would be funny to send the man a copy of The Invisible Emperor after the bookstore acquaintance turned up at J2 and he'd carded him as a joke. While he hated all books on Napoleon, he hoped the war content loving Leo would have a laugh over the semi-new text that was one of the only books focusing on Napoleon's exile.
There was no card, just a simple note scribbled on the inside of the cover:
If you give an eidetic bar owner your ID... Enjoy your day, big guy. - J.F.
Anna laughed. “I lost count, truthfully.” Overall she liked to believe that people were good and kind, but there were always a few that weren’t, or that were good but having bad days. No one could be perfect all of the time. “I’m sure they will, given time. Things are going to be hectic for a while but I’ll handle it.” She had to, and she wanted to. It seemed like this man knew what situation she was going through, so she spoke a little more candidly. “I do have some. It’s going to take some time to earn everyone’s trust and to find people I can trust to have around me though.”
There was a soft part of Leo who felt for the young woman. She wasn’t the first young person he’d seen thrust into an important position unexpectedly. In his line of work, he had been around to see it happen before, for some he’d felt less sympathetic, for this woman? There was a sense of sympathy, having to follow a woman who had been caught in a corrupt act, now she would have to not only show her worth, but also distance herself from the shadow that the previous Duchess had left in her wake. It was a daunting task for anyone, let alone someone young. “I’m sure that you will handle it, you kind of have to, right?” He asked, not in an attempt to tease or poke fun, but pointing out the reality. “I have faith that you’ll handle it fine, however.” Knowing that she had some trustworthy people in her life was promising. “Well, until that trust is built, lean on those you know you’ve always been able to trust, who have nothing to gain from their association with you, they won’t let you down. It’ll also make the transition easier for you, less lonely.”
Text: I wish, but seeing me will just have to wait for tonight. And funny enough— I can’t. Pretty sure this falls under NDA territory.
Text: Perhaps a scene or at very least some one on one time together though?
Text: Fine, if I absolutely *must* wait until tonight. Just know, it’s very difficult for me to wait until tonight now that I’ve got the idea of stealing you away from work in my mind.
Text: As for not being able to talk about things, I understand. I’ll just assume it’s nothing threatening to you, or you would at least tell me as much.
Text: How about we’ll do whichever of the two I think might benefit you best when I see you later tonight? We’ll hold off on an official decision until I get a chance to see you.
Elle was well aware that she was probably carrying too many things. Her newest shipment of paints, cleaning supplies, and support rods had been delivered to her apartment instead of to the Museum since she needed to sign for them, which wasn’t that uncommon. But with all the work she’d done, she’d burned through almost all of her supplies which meant she’d needed to order everything. Of course, it was slightly too much for one trip into her office. But doing two small trips felt like a waste of time. So she figured she would chance it.
Initially, it was working fine. She was just starting to get cocky when the door from the public section of the Musee des Lumieres into the employee only section asked for her key card. Normally, not something she thought about that much. But in just trying to reach for where she kept the key card, everything went tumbling out of her arms and onto the floor. Muttering swear words under her breath, Elle started to gather everything together again so she could hopefully make it into her office sometime that day.
As a man who appreciated art, it wasn’t uncommon to find Leo spending a free moment, and breather, by wandering into a museum and taking his time to glance at art. He was the sort of man who could look at the same paintings over and over again and still find appreciation in the work, and on occasion even find new details, or various things to love about a particular piece. This happened to be one of those days. The stress of everything going on, he figured he would take a short stroll through the museum in what free time he had to simply... reset. Art had a tendency to clear his mind whenever it felt cluttered.
He was just about to turn the corner when the sound of items crashing down caused him to spin around quickly. Seeing a woman surrounded by various things, Leo didn’t hesitate to rush over to help her. “Here... let me get some of this.” He said as he knelt down near her and picking up some of the things that had fallen. “Were you trying to carry all of this on your own? A little ambitious, don’t you think?” He asked with a slight hint of amusement.
Jadon nodded, mentally noting the title and author as the man spoke. He couldn’t help but smile a little, “I’d actually meant spare me in the sense of I’ll read anything except a book about that little guy. The misunderstanding is undoubtedly on me. I just feel like he’s overplayed.” He laughed and shrugged, “Unless you can recommend a fantastic tale of redemption for him.”
A chuckle escaped him and he shook his head. “Sorry, my bad, then just go ahead and ignore the book about Napoleon. No need to go torturing yourself by reading something that you’re wanting to stay away from anyway.” He smiled and still let out a small huff of laughter at his misunderstanding. Clearly, his mind had been on the book he was reading, and listening well enough. “I’m not so sure that there are many tales that can be redeeming for him, truth be told. Whatever military genius he may have had, I believe that there isn’t really anything that can really paint him in a redeeming light.”
“Alright, let’s just start with some basic reps then. Get your blood pumping,” Aramis replied, nodding toward the other dom. “I take it you don’t need me to help with your form or anything.” Leo was extremely sure of himself and confident - no need to explain the basics, he assumed, though he’d reserve judgment a while longer. “How long have you been in Vannes?” he asked, peppering in some light conversation as the other man worked.
At the mention of needing help with his form, Leo let out a quick snort. “No, I don’t need you to help me with my form. I should be good there.” Leo replied. It wasn’t that he didn’t want the help, he truly knew proper technique when it came to weightlifting. Leo was nothing if not a perfectionist, and he took a lot of pride in making sure he did things right so as to prevent injury. His career required him to be both fit, and also readily available at all times. Injury would do him no good. Starting off with the reps, Leo took care to watch his own form and make sure he was doing them correctly when the question was asked. He arched a brow and gave a slight shrug. “A little while. How about you?” He asked back.
What: Cris offers to make some changes to Leo’s appearance for the better.
Where: Their apartment.
When: June 12th.
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Cristian sighed, running a hand through Leonardo’s hair as they laid cuddle up in bed after a particularly lengthy scene. His body ached, though he felt fairly awake after resting in the other’s embrace. They had been taking things slow— and Cristian was grateful for that, but he knew it would be a while before things began to feel like where they’d left off years prior. Simultaneously though, they were in unfamiliar territory with an eventual claim on the horizon, and he couldn’t help but want to reach the point where he felt ready for that step even faster.
The thought came to a halt as Cristian’s fingers tugged when they hit a knot in the other’s hair. A note of frustration crossed his features as his gaze flickered to his hand and the other’s hair. “We really need to do something about this,” he muttered to himself, finding himself missing the well-maintained appearance Leo always had in Verona.
As Leo laid next to Cris, feeling his hand running through his hair, a sigh escaped his lips as he felt his body relaxing. A small smile turned up the corners of his lips and he opened his eyes to look back at Cristian for a moment before he let his eyelids fall shut again. He truly loved the feel of the submissive's fingers in his hair, he also loved to do the same, but somehow he was finding himself being spoiled this time, while his own fingers trailed over the other male's skin. As Cristian's fingers caught in his hair he grimaced, eyes opening to look back at the other, and he rolled his eyes playfully. "Do we? And what do you suggest? I have a brush somewhere over there." He waved his hand in the general direction of the bathroom but didn't make any effort to move.
“Well...” Cristian hesitated before responding, fingers playing with Leo’s hair again as his gaze flickered up to it again before his palm moved down to cup Leo’s cheek briefly. “More than that... Do you trust me?”
Leo turned his face into Cristian’s hand to brush his lips against the other’s palm before his eyes took in the submissive’s face. “Of course I do. More than anyone.” He answered as his hand lifted to run along Cristian’s arm. “Why do you ask?”
“Up,” Cristian instructed, moving to sit up himself. He slid out of the bed and took a moment to stretch his arms and upper body groaning softly before he turned to face Leo again. “I’m going to give you a haircut,” he explained with a matter of fact tone.
With a light laugh, Leo watched Cristian get up, getting ready to move before pausing simply to watch him stretch, a slow smile tugging at his lips. The reason Leo had been instructed to get up caught him by surprise. “You’re going to cut my hair?” Leo asked with amusement as he got up and faced Cristian with his hands on his hips, arching a brow at the submissive. “I’m going to ask one question, and don’t take this as a lack of trust because it isn’t... but I’m genuinely curious. Have you ever cut hair before?” He didn’t care either way, it would grow back and he had faith that Cristian wouldn’t make him look ridiculous. After all, Leo had to still look professional for work, and the submissive understood that. “Where do you want me?” He asked.
“Nope,” Cristian responded with a laugh and easy shrug. “Well— that’s a lie. I cut my first Domme’s bangs for her a few times in Uni, but I’ve never cut a guy’s hair before. You have an electric razor though, yeah? I’m not too worried— I’ll go slow and make sure it’s even,“ he explained, moving to stand and leaning down to give Leo a quick peck on the lips. Anything to cut the damn hair— which perhaps he’d have liked under other conditions, but it simply seemed unkept and disorganized— not the Leo he knew. It certainly didn’t hurt either, that all he could think of was the others he’d been with since apart, and how many strangers had run their hands through the damned hair during sex. Cristian would never deny it— he was a jealous man, and exceptionally possessive of what he considered his. A haircut would do them both good— anything at all to close the chapter on their lives since separation and make a clean start together. A return to the handsome, meticulously groomed look he’d always remembered Leo sporting in Verona. “Just let me grab a chair from the kitchen, Wait for me in the bathroom.”
At the admittance that Cristian hadn’t really cut hair, a look of amusement crossed Leo’s face. “I’m not worried, you’ll do fine, I’m sure.” It had been a long time since Leo’s hair had been short, clean cut. The long hair he’d had all this time was so different from the look he was so used to because he had tried to distance himself from who he used to be. Yet, there was something important, pivotal, to Cristian being the one to cut his hair. With a nod to his request, he went into the bathroom and stood there for a moment looking back at his reflection, the long hair, the different look and how much he’d avoided paying attention to it all this time. Leo turned and leaned back against the sink with his arms crossed over his chest, and waited for Cristian to enter with the chair.
Cristian returned a moment later from the kitchen with a chair in his hands. He placed it facing away from the mirror, not sure he wanted Leo watching as he worked. He was a perfectionist, but still a novice with hair cutting. “Sit, Sit,” he instructed casually as he then moved to dig out the dominant’s brush along with his razor, adjusting the settings so he could trim the sides short, but still leave quite a bit on top. He also pulled a small pair of scissors from his own toiletry bag that he usually used for facial hair, figuring he could use them for any areas he perhaps needed to tweak, or if they decided to trim Leo’s beard as well versus shave it. It wouldn’t be perfect, but he would touch it up after, or send Leo to a barber if he totally screwed up. The fact Leo was letting him do this had him delighted though, eager to help Leo return to his old self and acknowledge who he was— for better or worse. He was the man Cristian loved, after all, and he was determined to help Leo pull himself out of the emotional hole he’d fallen into over the last two years. A haircut simply seemed like a nice way to start.
Leo slid into the chair smoothly, and then watched as Cristian gathered all the things he needed. “For someone who hasn’t really cut hair, you sure are preparing yourself like a professional.” He observed with a smile. He relaxed back against the chair with a comfortable sigh. “Ready whenever you are.”
“Well it’s not rocket science,” Cristian countered with a grin, running a hand through Leo’s hair before taking a brush to it to at least straighten it up before he began. “Worst case we swing by a barber tomorrow to touch up any mistakes I make,” he added with a shrug, reaching for the razor. “Now don’t move.”
“Oooh, excuse me. I’m just in awe of the fact that you’re looking like a natural, that’s all.” Leo let his eyes close as he felt the brush move through his hair. His eyes opened again at the mention of going to a barber, making a point to look at Cristian. “Let’s just see how it goes. I have faith in you.” He settled back in the chair again with a soft chuckle. “Does talking count as moving? Should I be completely still and silent?” He teased, but he remained carefully still so that the submissive could work.
“Still, yes. Silent no— but try not to make me laugh,” he suggested with a grin. Powering on the razor, Cristian hesitated little as he got to work. He had a vision in mind, and carefully set about getting Leo’s hair as close as he could to how it had been back in Verona— albeit perhaps a smidge shorter, due to his lack of experience as well as limited tools.
“I will try, but I make no promises about not making you laugh as I know how terribly witty I am.” Leo joked with a smile on his face. He certainly didn’t think himself a funny man, humor wasn’t something that came easily to him, even if he did appreciate the quality in others. It was a nice feeling, though, to have Cristian so focused on cutting his hair. This was the first time that he’d ever had a submissive pay so much attention to him, and certainly the first time he’d allowed one to do something that required so much trust. It was easy for him to relax so he was still, and let Cristian do what he needed, even if there was no telling what the outcome of his hair would be.
Cristian rolled his eyes at the wit comment, sarcastically responding, “Terribly, Sir. How could I forget,” with a smile. He was silent for several minutes as he focused on the task, mindful and deliberate with each action he took. When he finally finished with the razor, he reached for the brush and scissors, doing as he’d expected and touching up a few areas. It wasn’t perfect, but he proudly felt it was also quite good considering his lack of experience— and simply seeing Leo with short hair again had him beaming. “We can go to the barber tomorrow if you want, but I think I’m done.” He leaned in to kiss Leo, adding, “Now your beard just needs a little trim, but you can handle that yourself if you’d prefer. Go— take a look.”
“How could you, indeed?” Leo asked, amusement coloring his tone. He enjoyed the sarcasm, the joking conversation, and he thought over that brief exchange as Cristian finished up with his hair. Seeing the way that the submissive smiled after he’d finished cutting Leo’s hair made the Dominant incredibly happy. He leaned into the kiss but did take a quick look. It wasn’t bad at all, and the short hair made him look less like a stranger to himself, and much more like the man he usually considered himself to be. Leo sat back down on the chair and reached out for Cristian. “I want you to do it. Trim it how you like it. And we don’t need to go to the barber tomorrow. You did a good job, Cris. Now... let’s see how you do with my beard.”
“How about a full shave?” He’d never shaved another, though he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Leo absolutely clean shaven without even a hint of scruff, let alone a beard. He had a feeling Leo would cave to his request too, noting the Dominant seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. “I just sharpened my straight razor... if you trust me, of course,” he added, smiling challengingly.
Leo had to admit it had been a while since he'd had a full shave. He hadn't even tried to keep himself clean shaven since leaving Verona. The small challenge had Leo looking up at Cristian with an arched brow. "If I trust you? Hmm... I don't know... completely at your mercy and all?" He asked teasingly. "Sounds a little dangerous. But I did tell you to do it, after all. So... let's see how skilled you are with that straight razor."
Cristian’s eyes narrowed with amusement, feeling somewhat more confident about a shave versus the haircut. He also couldn’t help is own excitement at the prospect of a clean shaven Leo. “Hold still then,” he murmured, setting about collecting a warm, hot hand towel, shaving cream, and everything else he would need before he finally got started.
A low chuckle escaped him and he settled back against the seat again. "Tell me if and when you need me to move my head at all." Leo replied as he watched the other prepare his items. Watching Cristian, for a moment, he couldn't help but smile. "Before you start, I demand at least one more kiss, and then I promise to be still for you."
Cristian couldn’t help his smile, leaning down to give Leo a loving, eager kiss as requested. He took his time with it, not overly eager to break contact despite the task that awaited. “You’re horribly demanding, you know that?”
There was a slightly triumphant smile on Leo’s face as Cris leaned in for a kiss. Pleased that he got what he wanted, even more so when the kiss wasn’t quick, leaning into the other male to draw out the contact for as long as he could. His smile returned the moment the kiss ended, only to turn into a laugh at the question. Leo arched a brow in amusement at the submissive. “I do know that, and so do you. But can you blame me? I have you in my life, and what’s more, I rather love kissing you.” He replied as he reached out to touch Cris before dropping his hand back into his lap. “Alright. As promised, I’ll be very still since I got the kiss I requested.”
“Good,” Cristian answered back with a pleased, wide grin as they pulled apart. He wasted little time then, going quiet as he concentrated and worked to do away with the facial hair. Had it come about while they dated, Cristian thought he might grow to love it. He certainly enjoyed a small amount that was neatly trimmed and maintained on Leo— but at the moment a clean slate, or rather a clean face, was what he desired. The Leo he remembered from Verona, who put effort into his appearance and was meticulous about it if anything. He wanted Leo to reclaim that— for the both of them. “Now... I just want to remind you that I’m not opposed to facial hair,” he chimed as he worked, running the blade along the soaped up cheek of the Dominant. “Otherwise I would be a hypocrite. I just thought a nice clean shave... might be relaxing and a good refresh. For us both. If you want to grow it out again after, so be it.”
Leo comfortably sat still, eyes closed as he let Cristian shave him. He'd never considered enjoying an act like this, but he found it relaxing to have his lover focus on him so intently. As he finished speaking, Leo opened his eyes and looked up at Cristian, "I'm not likely to ever let it grow out quite this much." He replied. In truth, he'd only let his facial hair grow this thick in his grief, and depression. His hair and beard had been the last reminders of a time in his life he'd much rather forget. A clean shave and a haircut felt like a fresh start to him, and he was eager to get back to the man he knew. His eyes closed again as he let the submissive continue to work. "This is nice, by the way." He commented, softly.
"Hmm?" Cristian's voice was soft, smiling to himself as Leo complimented the feeling. "Perhaps we can do this again some time then," he offered, still attentively working at the Dominant's neck and jawline. "I enjoy this too... Getting to do something for you, considering all you've done for me, Sir."
Leo opened one eye to look up at the submissive in slight amusement, “You’d really do this again?” He asked curiously. He paused a moment and then opened both eyes, “I think you’ve done more for me than I have you. Although it’s not intentional in any way. Fortunately, I have plenty of time to do more in future.”
"Well then perhaps we can find more.... activities such as this in the future then," Cristian responded back with an almost shy tone as he focused. "I enjoy the attention and focus this requires... And the peacefulness of it, honestly." And the trust.
It was incredibly peaceful, despite the amount of trust that went into this act. Leo wondered if Cristian could see just how trustworthy he found the submissive. It was something he hadn’t felt to this extent since his parents, and even then, this was in a completely different way. A smile crossed his features as he shut down his mind and focused on the man before him, the other’s tone hadn’t been missed but he also didn’t want to point it out. “I’m sure we can find more things like this.” And Leo would enjoy the calm, and peace that came along with it.
Betelgeuse: What’s something you can never forget about?
Already answered.
Gemini: Favourite song?
This one. But it’s not my only favorite.
Sombrero Galaxy: Do you have a crush right now?
The only person I’ve ever really been in love with... he still counts as a crush, right? @cristian-capulet
Wormhole: What’s something you wish would happen, but know won’t?
See the whole world get over their own bullshit and see that every single human being deserves a good life. I also know this isn’t a reality so, no point in wasting time hoping for it.
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