Leslie Withers

independent Leslie Withers blog// Penned and loved by Mia// EST. Feburary 16, 2018// semi-selective // open to any verse // Sideblog to notoneofthegoodguys so all follows and likes will be from there 

[lestiwitherindespair-blog]

aghheck:

lestiwitherindespair:

@aghheck for a closed starter.

Leslie is running as fast as his waddles run can take him. When he senses danger he’s on the defense and with the crash leaving him disoriented his defenses are at its highest point.

“Hide…hide hide hide.” He repeats over and over as he finds somewhere to hide. Where can he hide? This place is all trees and every single cricket and branch cracking leaves him flinching and waddling even faster.

Something grabs at his leg and trips him as he land on the floor with a thud and whimper and a hitching of his breath.

Ruvik stood at a distance, watching as the boy scurried through the underbrush with his hands clamped tightly together. He contemplated whether or not he’d get down there and stop him from escaping him yet another time, but he knew Leslie would run out of places to go.

Besides, it amused him to see such pointless desperation.

As the figure gradually moved out of sight, Ruvik made his way across the dark mossy floor of the forest after him. He didn’t need to make much effort to catch up; after all, he could just summon a haunted to grab him and keep him in place. He decided he’d do just that.

He looks around the see the haunted.  “N-no !  Nonononono !”  He keeps repeating as he tries to get up.  Something’s holding him down.  “L-let go !”  He screamed and kept repeating as he tried his hardest to use his free leg to kick whatever’s holding him out of the way.

Freedom !  How he managed was beyond him but he ended up crawling. . .only to have the one he didn’t notice grab his again.  “H-help !”  He screamed hoping someone, anyone but Ruvik, will come. 

[dr-marcelo-jimenez-deactivated2]

This tastes horrible (from Leslie @lestiwitherindespair)

,@lestiwitherindespair

“Just keep it down. I’ll talk to the cooks later, but you still need to eat now. You already refused breakfast.”

[lestiwitherindespair-blog]

“B-breakfast didn’t taste good either. . .i-tt was like ashes a-and soot.”  He says  sticking his tongue out in a disgusted way. 

[lestiwitherindespair-blog]

@aghheck for a closed starter.

Leslie is running as fast as his waddles run can take him. When he senses danger he's on the defense and with the crash leaving him disoriented his defenses are at its highest point.

"Hide. . .hide hide hide." He repeats over and over as he finds somewhere to hide. Where can he hide? This place is all trees and every single cricket and branch cracking leaves him flinching and waddling even faster.

Something grabs at his leg and trips him as he land on the floor with a thud and whimper and a hitching of his breath.

[besetzung-rp]

lestiwitherindespair:

Something touched him ! At least…he thought something did. He looked at his arm and could have sworn he saw a hand print but maybe he dreamed it.. or it was a violent shiver. Or in Leslie’s case an old memory. Who can really tell when it comes to him ? He doesn’t really know himself.nodd

“Sorry. Sorry sorry sorry.” He says when he notices Emil jump.

When Emil looked up and saw no one there he blinked in confusion. He looked around trying to see if one of his fellow interns had pulled a prank but there… wasn’t anyone around. As his eyes returned to the patient’s face his confusion was apparent. When Leslie started to apologise Emil backtracked quickly, his face turning into concern. “No, no! It’s alright. Don’t worry about that I was just focused too much…” he gives a small smile. “But are you ok Leslie?” he asked, concerned that the man had experienced something that Emil couldn’t see. Could this man also suffer from delusions? He was now… so curious about what plagued Leslie… but it wasn’t like he could ask exactly.

[lestiwitherindespair-blog]

"Okay. . .okay. . .okay." he repeats, hands clamped together now in protection. Something touched him he's certain ! Must have been. He will defend himself to the end on this.

He doesn't dare look at Emil. Eye contact was never his strongpoint and it's even worse when he's nervous. Oh God will Jimenez scold him for reacting like this?

[besetzung-rp]

lestiwitherindespair:

“T-thank you.” He says with a smile and looks to the brain. The brain looks familiar…well obviously everyone has a brain but something about it…he doesn’t know why but it gives him a…feeling hes seen it in a different setting.

He didn’t realize he was starting at the brain intently and with a look until someone touched his shoulder. He flinches at the touch

“Of course.” Emil goes with a smile. He’s fidgeting with the outline of the brain with a black crayon, trying to prevent him from ruining the rest of it with needless doodles but still not knowing what else he’d want to draw. He wasn’t necessarily the most creative.

He did–however–slide another piece of paper in front of Leslie going “Feel free to draw something else! And maybe /you/ could give me an idea of what I should draw next, before I just start drawing icebergs or something.” he laughed at his own joke, realising that present company wouldn’t necessarily get the Freud reference he had just made. But as he talked he also realised that Leslie was more intently looking at the diagram he had just made than the conversation he was attempting to have.

He watches Leslie about as intently as the patient was looking his paper. He was trying to read the behaviour on the white haired man to try to figure out what fascinated him about the brain picture in front of him. So when Leslie flinched, Emil jumped as well, eyes darting up to see exactly who had interrupted their interaction.

[lestiwitherindespair-blog]

Something touched him ! At least. . .he thought something did. He looked at his arm and could have sworn he saw a hand print but maybe he dreamed it.. or it was a violent shiver. Or in Leslie's case an old memory. Who can really tell when it comes to him ? He doesn't really know himself.nodd

"Sorry. Sorry sorry sorry." He says when he notices Emil jump.

[lestiwitherindespair-blog]

Plot call ( for Ruvik)

Would any Ruviks want to plot and interact with a Leslie ? I've interacted with Sebastian, Dr. Jimenez and Joseph. . .but not a Ruvik yet. We can do it at any point in the timeline. Just like this (or comment if you have a sideblog) and I'll come into your IMs

[bearsandfire-blog]

// Just a test! Reblog it if my muse can jump in your askbox without annoying the mun!

[sunnysynergy]

Sebastian, about to free Leslie from the cage: Do you wanna see a magic trick?

Sebastian: *punches the lock off like a maniac*

Sebastian: Betcha can't do that

[sorryimjessi-blog]

Dear friends of Tumblr,

Today at my school we had an assembly about internet predators and when I had said that most of my true friends are over the internet and they gave me a lecture about how “I don’t know who I’m talking to” blah blah. So please, if you aren’t a predator in any way, please reblog so i can prove a point.

[mortally-challenged]

[hotgarbagecentral]

If you don’t reblog this, then I am honestly very concerned.

[5sosphanandshortbread-deactivat]

everytime i see this im gonna reblog it and weed out my pedo followers

[dreamstormdragon]

I’ll reblog it.

[sushi-monger]

[blue-skyes-above]

m8 i talk to my internet friends every night

[roseverdict]

boi yesss

[unholytoebeans]

[ashwolfcub]

I AM NOT A PREDATOR XD

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[balloonboyismyson]

[ask-cctale-deactivated20181209]

@mysticcherryblossomuniverse @chicatheheroine @pocketundertale @gothic-skeleton and many much more many people <3

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@the-purple-hero is a good and pure friend

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[cheatsykoopa98]

damn I met my girlfriend online, of course I’m reblogging xD

[cupcakegirl1032-deactivated2017]

[randomisart]

I’m not a pedo i would love to meet all my internet friends!! And my parents are the same

[therightfulalphawerewolf-blog]

I would truthfully and honestly LOVE to meet my internet friends! Though,I can be clingy…

[travisvulkrum]

I’m a shit ton more quiet in real life though. And a lot more emo. So…

[icey-pie]

Lmao I Wouk Ove to meet you guys

[its-compligayted]

@i-ship-it-harder-then-ups

[mediumpriced-deactivated2017101]

@notthrowingawaymyfood ur like the only one of my internet friends with a tumblr

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[sunshineystilinski]

we had this talk too a few weeks ago and i told people i had internet friends and they said “it’s your fault if you die”, yeah ik but i love my internet friends to much❤️ @thinkabout-dreams @hamiltonsquills @hamiltrashtothemax @psychedemigod

[bookspark]

I love you all

[hermyisntreal-deactivated202003]

@gemwolfz-smolrito @egg-artz reblogging for these two dudes been there for me since like forever im not gonna say mushy stuff mkay but you both are great and i trust you

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@veeenaaake @cronagorgos @gloomyecho @zippy-zip @your-local-tsundere @sarasanddollar @castlebruxo y'all r super cool and I trust you a lot ily guys SM,,

[your-local-tsundere-deactivated]

@canonicaltrash @edjeerebeloos @fandomfancyfemale are some of my best friends and would die for all of them! Would trust y guys with anything tbh ❤❤❤ luv yall

[lore-palostillo98]

“Internet are real friends too”. I’m not a predator! :D

[goddessofwaifus]

Just because i wanted to

[wolfieskies25-deactivated202107]

I consider all my followers  friends even if we dont communicate a lot ;w;

HUGS FOR ALL MY FOLLOWERS!

[bloominhibiscus-deactivated2022]

INTERNET FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC BITCH

[mythiighostii-deactivated202307]

Love internet friendship cuz I’m an introvert and don’t like talking but I love expressing my love for my friends through art! I luv my friends!

[tigresswilde]

Yus yus yus

[ultramochapuppies-deactivated20]

NOPE NOT RISKING IT

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@the rest of my followers

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@lil-cute-demon @its-sloney @ag-da-trash

[jessica-rain-456-deactivated201]

Pedo free zone

[imagineruvik]

[x]

[besetzung-rp]

lestiwitherindespair:

“I-I hope…” He says and when hes done drawing he puts the crayons down. He was going to show the art work to his parents…but he would need to do a new one if he was to show them. The beach scene he wanted looks nothing like a beach and more like a jumbled mess, which really would describe how Leslie feels, a jumbled mess.

“I-It was supposed to be a beach…t-the colours all wanted t-to come out and I couldn’t find good spots for them He says as he looks down at it then looks to him. “D-do you like it ?”

Emil gives a sad smile at that reply but just keeps organising his brain picture with colour codes and fancy words. Apparently Emil couldn’t just draw a dog or a flower, no he had to go and draw a diagram that looks like it could be straight from a textbook. It occupied his mind in the same way, however, so that was something.

Emil’s head tilted curiously when Leslie said ‘all the colours wanted to come out’, noting that the ‘beach’ was a jumbled mess of random colours in a somewhat coherent format. It made him smile though, the boy was honestly trying. “I do, Leslie.” he said looking back up at the patient. “It’s a very pretty beach.” What a good psychology major he was, going through the whole reward system as if Leslie was a salivating dog. In reality though, Emil was just praising Leslie like one would a child and given Leslie’s responses? That was a fair way of communicating with him.

[lestiwitherindespair-blog]

"T-thank you." He says with a smile and looks to the brain. The brain looks familiar. . .well obviously everyone has a brain but something about it. . .he doesn't know why but it gives him a. . .feeling hes seen it in a different setting.

He didn't realize he was starting at the brain intently and with a look until someone touched his shoulder. He flinches at the touch

[besetzung-rp]

lestiwitherindespair:

“D-Dr. Jimenez keeps t-trying to k-keep me a-away from my parents.” Leslie says, the colors turning from bright colors to more dark and sad colours.

“H-he keeps saying t-that t-they can’t ever see me again.” The young whitehaired patient says. All he wants is to see his family again, but he doesn’t understand they’re dead. He still thinks there at home waiting for him.

“I m-miss my mom and dad. They must be worried. .” He says as he’s beach drawing turned dark at the thought. Maybe Emil can put in a good word for Leslie and help him leave ? Or maybe at least be a good distraction from Dr. Jimenez

“Dr. Jimenez?” Emil says with some confusion. That was… the lead psychologist right? The one that had brought them here in the first place? It takes him a moment to remember that the patients don’t always see things in the same light or the same logic as those who more mentally stable. It is quite possible, by the sound of things, that Leslie’s parents dumped him here and wanted nothing else to do with him. That kind of feeling made Emil’s heart hurt and he just gives the patient a sweet smile. “I’m sure they miss you too.” he says, trying to be helpful. He already planned to ask the Doctor about Leslie’s conditions, he was now also going to ask about Leslie’s past as well.

He peers over at the drawing Leslie was doing, interestingly seeing a mess of colours across the paper. He just smiles sweetly at it before looking down at his own little brain which he had been dividing into the proper sections like a good psychology major. “So what are you drawing there, Leslie?”  

[lestiwitherindespair-blog]

"I-I hope. . ." He says and when hes done drawing he puts the crayons down. He was going to show the art work to his parents. . .but he would need to do a new one if he was to show them. The beach scene he wanted looks nothing like a beach and more like a jumbled mess, which really would describe how Leslie feels, a jumbled mess.

"I-It was supposed to be a beach. . .t-the colours all wanted t-to come out and I couldn't find good spots for them He says as he looks down at it then looks to him. "D-do you like it ?"

[besetzung-rp]

lestiwitherindespair:

“M-maybe when I l-leave I can show you h-her. She’s a n-nice woman.” He says. Poor kid still believes his parents are alive even when he saw them…well saw them die. No one knows if he’s just deeply in denial that he believes if or if he truly believes they are alive.

Leslie starts humming. Its what he calls his drawing music. Since they won’t let him to listen to music because of the other patients he made up his own little music. It sounds as if it’s a classical piece but he insists he made it up. Funny thing is it changes so it’s never one humming song each day.

When Emil comes back he’s still humming as he looks to the crayons. He takes a blue crayon, then a green crayon, then a red one and finally a yellow one and he starts drawing.

He starts drawing a blue sky, but it’s in sync with his humming so when he stops the coloruing stops and when he hums again he changes the colour because that’s what he can hear. So his sunny day at the beach is going to be a mix match of colors.

At first Emil was smiling when Leslie mentioned meeting his mom. But he slowly remembered this was a long term facility and that most of the patients here… well they didn’t really go home now did they? “That does sound lovely, Leslie.” Emil goes, trying to put the smile back up that fell a bit from his face. “Maybe the next time she visits you?” he tried, knowing better than to remind Leslie he was unlikely to get out of here.

Ironically, Emil was a classical music fan. So when he heard Leslie humming a tune, he swore that the tune sounded familiar. He smiles at him though, unable to remember what he thinks it is. The young psychology major takes his own piece of paper and a few crayons, pausing to think of something to draw. He hadn’t done this in /years/ and now faced with the task of doing it to be engaged…

He decided he was going to draw a brain. He wasn’t quite sure why, but it seemed pretty fitting giving their situation. Emil is no artist, but he is trying his best to draw a realistic looking brain.   

[lestiwitherindespair-blog]

"D-Dr. Jimenez keeps t-trying to k-keep me a-away from my parents." Leslie says, the colors turning from bright colors to more dark and sad colours.

"H-he keeps saying t-that t-they can't ever see me again." The young whitehaired patient says. All he wants is to see his family again, but he doesn't understand they're dead. He still thinks there at home waiting for him.

"I m-miss my mom and dad. They must be worried. ." He says as he's beach drawing turned dark at the thought. Maybe Emil can put in a good word for Leslie and help him leave ? Or maybe at least be a good distraction from Dr. Jimenez

[sebastian-castellanos-seb]

"Sebbbaaassstttiiiaaannn!" Leslie screams and runs right into him, burrowing his face into Sebastian's shoulder and clinging to him with tears running down his face ( @lestiwitherindespair )

Sebastian stumbled back, his hands securing around him protectively as his mind processed what ever was happening. He gazed down at Leslie and tried to coax him to look up. “Woah woah, Leslie. Shh, buddy hey. What’s the matter?”, Sebastian took his shoulders and knelt down, “Leslie look at me, are you okay? What’s going on?”.

@lestiwitherindespair

[lestiwitherindespair-blog]

“I-I-I was a-a-at the water a-and s-splashing it a-a-and these people c-c-came and were saying m-mean things a-a-and t-they wouldn’t leave me alone.” He says while still crying. His cheek is bruised from when he was pushed and fell, smacking his cheek on the floor. There’s people out there who will always pick on others…unluckily they found Leslie playing with the water.

[sebastian-castellanos-seb]

Sebastian had to get a gentle yet firm grip of his head to examine the dark blur he noticed as he sobbed. When he saw the mark and listened intently to the white haired individual, rage swirled and burned in his gut. He huffed and clenched his jaw. Shutting his eyes before standing and carefully pulling Leslie along. He stalked his way to the fridge in the kitchen to get some ice then wrapped the ice in a layer or two of paper towel. All as he conversed,

“So what did these thugs look like huh? Were they your age?”, he came back over and handed him the make-shift ice pack.

“Put this on your cheek.”

[lestiwitherindespair-blog]

He sniffled. “My age…my age my age my age.” He repeats over and over, feeling himself getting worked up as he does what he’s told. Sebastian wont get anything out of Leslie on what they look like. Not unless he wants him to draw it because he’s still sobbing and repeating my age. Certain things trigger this and violence is a big one, especially when he was pushed and hurt like this at Beacon

[sebastian-castellanos-seb]

Sebastian wanted to find those punks and put them in the ground in that instant. But he saw whom he took as his own sobbing and in pain and his heart broke. Just like when Lily would get hurt, he felt like he was getting stabbed in the chest. So he walked over and set aside the vengeful hate that burned inside him and smiled at an idea.

He pulled him in a warm, safe embrace as him soothingly hummed into his hair.

“Just relax, your safe now. Your safe, no buddy is going to hurt you. Not again, know why?”, he smiled and parted to look at him.

[lestiwitherindespair-blog]

He clings to the warm body embracing him and listens to the humming. He’s still shaking and is in no way better, but the humming is nice…at least it helped with the crying.

He sniffles and looks up at him, wiping his scarred eye. “Know why ? Know why?” He repeats.

[sebastian-castellanos-seb]

He grinned as he said excitedly calm, “I’m gonna”, he playfully knocked his jaw, “teach you how to fight so next time those punks come at ya. They won’t see what’s comin! What do ya say? Wanna learn how to defend yourself, like a badass?”.

[lestiwitherindespair-blog]

Fight ? Can Leslie do that ? He’s a precious little bean who probably blows on flies pretending he’s kissing them. He doesn’t fight?

He nods his head with a sniffle. “Wanna d-defend… like badass.” He says. Well no one told leslie he’s too precious for that and he really does need to learn to fight to protect himself. He can be both precious and deadly in a fight.

[sebastian-castellanos-seb]

Sebastian chuckled and gestured him to follow. They trailed downstairs where he made the basement into a little gym and hang out area. He pointed to a punching bag and a bench that layed a bag sloppily beside it. He shoved the bench and other tools aside to make room on the mat of the floor and threw his shoes off to the side. He then turned to him, “you ready?”.

[lestiwitherindespair-blog]

He follows him, ice pack still on his face. He likes the little gym. When hes bored he comes down and pushes the bag, giggling at the squeaking of the chain. At first it scared him but as it kept squeaking and nothing bad happened…he quite liked it. He took off his shoes before running to Sebastian so hes on the mat. “Ready. Ready ready ready.” He says as he puts the ice pack down

[sebastian-castellanos-seb]

Sebastian smiles profoundly, excited to get this show on the road. And deep inside he had always loved doing things like this. Just like he did when he was teaching rookies, he remembered training Kidman a bit, with Joseph too. And Myra and him would always playfully spar. Learning to defend yourself was a necessity in Seb’s world and being able to teach it made his world even brighter. For how dim lit it was.

He claps his hands together and smirks as he said, “alright, first the disclaimer.

Know, most fights can be avoided. By just walking away,

But, sometimes you just got to kick some ass”, he said playful as he jabbed at the air. Chuckling.

[lestiwitherindespair-blog]

“Kick…kick ass.” He nods his head as if taking mental notes. “W-when do we walk away ?” He asks. He would be the one to walk away in the beginning or even just take it like he did now.

[sebastian-castellanos-seb]

Sebastian huffed, “When you know that it’s just not worth fighting for. You walk away when you see that, this person in front of you is just being dumb, and you’re the bigger person by stepping off because really. No one wants to get hurt. Just heat of the moment stuff. But, unlike if someone is meaning to hurt you.

You need to be prepared and ready to knock em down. And get away. I’m not just gonna teach you how to fight but I need you to promise me. Once you get a guy off you, you start running to the nearest police station. Okay? Promise me that and then we can get to the real fun stuff.”, he said calm and thoughtfully.

[lestiwitherindespair-blog]

He listens intently to him and when hes done he nods. "Y-yes I promise to run w-when they're off of me." He might even run before that but he wants to learn from Sebastian. He wants to be protect himself when no one can. He wants to show Sebastian how much he changed from Beacon

[besetzung-rp]

lestiwitherindespair:

“M-mom says a-a unique name f-fits a unique kid.” He says with a small shrug. He never minded it; names aren’t really important…but he can remember them easily.

He gives a small giggle at being right. “Right right right.” Hsnds clasp together in excitement as he stands up. “Y-yes I would love to draw with you.” He can draw a pretty picture for his mom and dad and when he leaves he can show it to them…if only he can leave, but in his head he can leave as soon as he does everything he’s told.

The fact that Leslie brought up his mother threw Emil for a second. His face probably showed the blinking in confusion–he wasn’t experienced enough to mask it well–but he recovered quickly giving a warm smile once more. “Well I agree with your mom!” was his response. Curiosity still gripped at him. They had to be about the same age, but Leslie’s response was that of a younger child… He wondered if he was mentally regressed to that age? But his mannerisms and his ability to hold a conversation spoke of someone with higher intellectual level. It wasn’t like he could honestly ask questions about it… he’d follow up with a doctor later.

Emil’s face broke into a happy smile though at Leslie’s cute response. He rose and said “Ok wait right here, I’ll go get the supplies!” before scurrying off to the other side of the room to get both some paper and some crayons that were right next to it. He returned shortly, dragging over a small table with him. He set up the supplies pushing the crayons towards the patient making sure he had his first choice of colours.

[lestiwitherindespair-blog]

"M-maybe when I l-leave I can show you h-her. She's a n-nice woman." He says. Poor kid still believes his parents are alive even when he saw them. . .well saw them die. No one knows if he's just deeply in denial that he believes if or if he truly believes they are alive.

Leslie starts humming. Its what he calls his drawing music. Since they won't let him to listen to music because of the other patients he made up his own little music. It sounds as if it's a classical piece but he insists he made it up. Funny thing is it changes so it's never one humming song each day.

When Emil comes back he's still humming as he looks to the crayons. He takes a blue crayon, then a green crayon, then a red one and finally a yellow one and he starts drawing.

He starts drawing a blue sky, but it's in sync with his humming so when he stops the coloruing stops and when he hums again he changes the colour because that's what he can hear. So his sunny day at the beach is going to be a mix match of colors.

[icarusmyth-deactivated20160714]

yeah i’m ok! i’m totally ok i just (takes a deep breath) (starts screaming)

[sebastian-castellanos-seb]

"Sebbbaaassstttiiiaaannn!" Leslie screams and runs right into him, burrowing his face into Sebastian's shoulder and clinging to him with tears running down his face ( @lestiwitherindespair )

Sebastian stumbled back, his hands securing around him protectively as his mind processed what ever was happening. He gazed down at Leslie and tried to coax him to look up. “Woah woah, Leslie. Shh, buddy hey. What’s the matter?”, Sebastian took his shoulders and knelt down, “Leslie look at me, are you okay? What’s going on?”.

@lestiwitherindespair

[lestiwitherindespair-blog]

“I-I-I was a-a-at the water a-and s-splashing it a-a-and these people c-c-came and were saying m-mean things a-a-and t-they wouldn’t leave me alone.” He says while still crying. His cheek is bruised from when he was pushed and fell, smacking his cheek on the floor. There’s people out there who will always pick on others…unluckily they found Leslie playing with the water.

[sebastian-castellanos-seb]

Sebastian had to get a gentle yet firm grip of his head to examine the dark blur he noticed as he sobbed. When he saw the mark and listened intently to the white haired individual, rage swirled and burned in his gut. He huffed and clenched his jaw. Shutting his eyes before standing and carefully pulling Leslie along. He stalked his way to the fridge in the kitchen to get some ice then wrapped the ice in a layer or two of paper towel. All as he conversed,

“So what did these thugs look like huh? Were they your age?”, he came back over and handed him the make-shift ice pack.

“Put this on your cheek.”

[lestiwitherindespair-blog]

He sniffled. “My age…my age my age my age.” He repeats over and over, feeling himself getting worked up as he does what he’s told. Sebastian wont get anything out of Leslie on what they look like. Not unless he wants him to draw it because he’s still sobbing and repeating my age. Certain things trigger this and violence is a big one, especially when he was pushed and hurt like this at Beacon

[sebastian-castellanos-seb]

Sebastian wanted to find those punks and put them in the ground in that instant. But he saw whom he took as his own sobbing and in pain and his heart broke. Just like when Lily would get hurt, he felt like he was getting stabbed in the chest. So he walked over and set aside the vengeful hate that burned inside him and smiled at an idea.

He pulled him in a warm, safe embrace as him soothingly hummed into his hair.

“Just relax, your safe now. Your safe, no buddy is going to hurt you. Not again, know why?”, he smiled and parted to look at him.

[lestiwitherindespair-blog]

He clings to the warm body embracing him and listens to the humming. He’s still shaking and is in no way better, but the humming is nice…at least it helped with the crying.

He sniffles and looks up at him, wiping his scarred eye. “Know why ? Know why?” He repeats.

[sebastian-castellanos-seb]

He grinned as he said excitedly calm, “I’m gonna”, he playfully knocked his jaw, “teach you how to fight so next time those punks come at ya. They won’t see what’s comin! What do ya say? Wanna learn how to defend yourself, like a badass?”.

[lestiwitherindespair-blog]

Fight ? Can Leslie do that ? He’s a precious little bean who probably blows on flies pretending he’s kissing them. He doesn’t fight?

He nods his head with a sniffle. “Wanna d-defend… like badass.” He says. Well no one told leslie he’s too precious for that and he really does need to learn to fight to protect himself. He can be both precious and deadly in a fight.

[sebastian-castellanos-seb]

Sebastian chuckled and gestured him to follow. They trailed downstairs where he made the basement into a little gym and hang out area. He pointed to a punching bag and a bench that layed a bag sloppily beside it. He shoved the bench and other tools aside to make room on the mat of the floor and threw his shoes off to the side. He then turned to him, “you ready?”.

[lestiwitherindespair-blog]

He follows him, ice pack still on his face. He likes the little gym. When hes bored he comes down and pushes the bag, giggling at the squeaking of the chain. At first it scared him but as it kept squeaking and nothing bad happened…he quite liked it. He took off his shoes before running to Sebastian so hes on the mat. “Ready. Ready ready ready.” He says as he puts the ice pack down

[sebastian-castellanos-seb]

Sebastian smiles profoundly, excited to get this show on the road. And deep inside he had always loved doing things like this. Just like he did when he was teaching rookies, he remembered training Kidman a bit, with Joseph too. And Myra and him would always playfully spar. Learning to defend yourself was a necessity in Seb’s world and being able to teach it made his world even brighter. For how dim lit it was.

He claps his hands together and smirks as he said, “alright, first the disclaimer.

Know, most fights can be avoided. By just walking away,

But, sometimes you just got to kick some ass”, he said playful as he jabbed at the air. Chuckling.

[lestiwitherindespair-blog]

"Kick. . .kick ass." He nods his head as if taking mental notes. "W-when do we walk away ?" He asks. He would be the one to walk away in the beginning or even just take it like he did now.