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@swssprnce
@cnfident // being the cousin to his public muse he knew so little about her. seeing her sitting. he walked over to her, sitting down before pointing to the tree before them. “are you a fan of christmas, your grace?” he asked looking to the brunette women.
@gldenthorns // leonardo sometimes felt weird around olivia, he often didn’t know how to act around her since... the first time he saw her and antoine together he started crying like the soft puppy he was. he couldn’t help his crying he felt too much and far too deep. he inched up to her though, gently pushing her shoulder with his. “hi olly,” he whispered.
@effcrvescnt // the older of the two wasn’t surprised to see his younger sister here, if anything he was happy they were out of the grasp of their father. he took her hand and started tugging towards the door. “come on lena,” he begged.
@ofcrwns // leonardo hadn’t seen what the public thought was his muse in well.... since a month or so? which helped with the story of why his paintings and drawings had turned so dark and sad. he came up behind the red haired girl, speaking into her ear. “boo,” he whispered before leaning back.
me, watching a battle scene: please not the horses. leave them alone. they did nothing wrong. they are the only innocent ones. they don’t deserve this.
sonnetss:
i would love that. heart racing he didn’t need another word from the other to untangle himself from his embrace. wrapping his arms around the other, he picked him up into his arms. carrying him back into the room, the man suffered somewhat under the other’s weight– he had never been the most athletic, but he managed to carry him all the way over to the bed. gently letting him down on soft covers, the man leaned forward pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
‘ what movie do you want to watch, baby? ‘ the blonde returned to the door to shut the doors to the balcony, before moving towards the television. nimble fingers pressed the right buttons to turn it on, before snatching up the remote and returning to bed with leonardo. their time apart was always difficult, but in a way it also made their time shared ever the more special. even doing something as simple as watching a movie was the most amazing thing with leonardo.
leonardo wasn’t ready for the lift. he let out a soft squeal but quickly wrapped his arms around the other’s neck. he frowned, kissing at the other’s temple but not quite able to get there with the bumps of the journey. he smiled up at antoine once he was on the soft bedding, somehow the duvets always seemed softer when he was with antoine.
he watched as the other moved, happy to once again to be able to study his muse, and really his meaning to this dull life. he wondered what paintings this would bring him tomorrow? “hachi? perhaps?” he asked softly, sitting up to grab the blanket.
mvsquerades:
“ as if you could keep a secret from me for very long, ” aveline tutted, laughing along with him. “ when’d you get here, anywhere? how was the flight? ”
leonardo laughed at that. she was correct, 100%. she was like a big sister to the swiss prince. “the night of the ball,” he stated, nodding. “ran into a couple of very drunk royals and others. but the flight was boring, as always. not long enough to take a nap.”
sonnetss:
ANTOINE DELACOUR & LEONARDO ORON
he touched me and it felt as if
the stars were dancing across my skin.
( @swssprnce )
p l a y l i s t .
felixwindsor:
“those are always the hidden gems,” felix confirmed, contemplating whether or not it was excessive to add another crepe to his plate. he decided it wasn’t, added it to his stack, before starting to drizzle lemon juice and sugar all over it. “yeah… it’s dreary. rain practically always. i’m assuming the weather in switzerland offers more variety?”
loenardo added a few other things to his plate before standing at the end, waiting for the other prince. he smiled, wondering if he was the only prince who had no idea who everyone was. most likely. he had rather paint and play his piano than study the faces of the others. “well, it depends,” he started. “depending on where you are, and if you enjoy snow or not. i can appreciate it but. i am not for winter sports, or activities.”
sonnetss:
simply looking at his smile was enough to set his heart racing in his chest. thump thump thump… it went faster and faster. ‘ does that make me your sun in this scenario? ‘ eyes did not leave leonardo’s gaze as he leaned in closer, the other’s soft lips pressing a soft kiss to his nose. without further ado he replied, ' je ne sais pas… ‘ i do not know, prior to leaning in once more.
his embrace was warm, comfortable and his alone in that very moment. finding the comfort of his arms laced around his waist his hands slipped around the other’s core nestling comfortably on his back. lips met once more, this time he lingered not quite ready to leave– but then pulling away regardless.
‘ perhaps we should go inside then? curl up in bed and watch one of those movies that make you cry so adorably? ‘ it wasn’t that antoine enjoyed watching his boyfriend be in pain, but rather his heart could not deal with the expression that always graced his features in those moments. the way he clung onto antoine, and the fact that he could hold him so closely.
leonardo nodded at the other’s question. “of course,” he whispered, when would the other learn? a thousand times yes. they were cliche and leonardo couldn’t even care about it. antoine made him so happy, and at peace. the opposite of how he felt when the two were apart. he hummed as the other leaned in, taking in his warmth and the scent of his cologne.
he blushed as the other spoke once more. friends and family knew of leonardo’s soft spot for animals, he would often shed a tear when an innocent animal would be harmed in movies. “i would love that,” he whispered, his cheeks still rosy from the comment, and if antoine made a comment, he would surely blame it on the cold.
mvsquerades:
@swssprnce
“ leonardo! ” aveline beams, hooking her arm with his as she catches up with him on the sidewalk. “ i can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were here already! i bet you’ve already seen antoine already. you obviously can’t stay away for long. ”
leonardo looks over his shoulder, just in time for another to lace their arms together. he gives her a shy guilty smile. he struggled. “truthfully i was was trying to keep it a secret.” he reached up hiding the giggle and smile that slipped onto his lips.
𝔴𝔢 keep behind 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔡𝔬𝔬𝔯𝔰 every time I see 𝔶𝔬𝔲,
i 𝔡𝔦𝔢 a little more
@sonnetss
fragmentedink:
@sonnetss
sonnetss:
feeling the other’s hands pull him closer by the hips, he found himself leaning into his touch. antoine’s eyes fluttered open once more as a soft laugh escaped his lips, ‘ oui, mon bichon. ‘ yes, my sweetheart. he paused momentarily, before adding, ‘ a hundred times yes. how could i not ? ‘ his thumb gently ran against the other’s cheek– the other hand dropping to his chest, laying upon his heart.
his own remained in complete disarray– beating faster than ordinarily, unorthodox rhythms accompanied a fluttering feeling which welled in his stomach. he leaned in once more, this time hovering over the other’s lips. ‘ have you missed me? ‘
it was in that moment that he realized the two remained upon the balcony– an icy breeze running along his skin. the light shirt he was wearing giving little to no safety from the cold, but rather letting a shiver run down his spine. immediately, the man found himself inching closer to leonardo. perhaps, in the hopes that he could warm him up– or simply because he sought out the comfort of his touch. or even, a little bit of both.
leonardo’s stone lips finally turned upright as he finally allowed his emotion to show. his fingers gripped the other’s hips tightly, the statement making him the happiest he had been since the last teary goodbye. he reached up, his fingers tracing over antoine’s skin before gently kissing the palm of his hand. his eyes fluttering up to antoine’s.
“comment ne pourais-je pas?” how could i not he asked softly in return. “i miss you more than the moon misses light.” his paintings had turned from happy to gloomy with a streak of red to offer how he was often angry with their time apart.
he pulled antoine in, this time though his arms circling around the other’s waist. “you should not be out here in the cold,” he whispered after a moment, going to kiss the other’s nose.
@sonnetss
sonnetss:
dark hues glanced up to meet another’s, but it wasn’t just anyone. leonardo. without even thinking about it, the notebook was set aside and the blanket he had been covered in dropped to the ground as he got up from his seat. never once keeping his glance from the other, a corner of his lips arched higher into a smile. one step before the other, and not before long he stood directly before the young prince.
so close, that they were almost touching, but not quite. without second thoughts, he lifted his hands. fingers running against soft skin before cupping his face and drawing the other man in for a kiss. without as much as a word being spoken his lips found the other’s. the world around them long forgotten, for all that mattered in that very moment was leonardo. oh how he had missed him.
pulling away softly, he finally spoke up, challenge flowing through his voice as antoine added ‘ took you long enough. ‘
he kept his stance at the door until he saw antoine move toward him. he inched out of the door, keeping his eyes on the other. it might have just been weeks since he last saw the other, but somehow it seemed much longer than that. maybe it felt far longer with all the nights he looked at the ceiling wishing for the other.
and just like the submissive boy he was, his eyes were on the other’s shoes until he was before him, only then did leonardo look the other in the eyes, a small smile coming to his lips. he wanted to reach out, his fingers aching at his sides to reach out to the other. he pressed his lips against antoine’s, his lips had missed the other so. he reached forward his fingers hiding the other’s hips to keep them close.
but all too soon the other pulled away, his eye lashes fluttered as he looked up to the other. he giggled at the other’s comment. “miss me, did you?” he asked softly.
