#;leslie

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@sweetblccd​

             “Do you know what it’s like to devour a man whole?” Her tone was fond and somewhat dreamy as she exhaled a large plume of smoke and allowed the slightest shadows of a smirk play against her red lips, dulled by the nights excessive drinking and occasional make out match with a stranger. Leslie was on a high, eager for some adventure and chaos, although, she wasn’t sure if she should drag someone along or not. Her gaze returned to the other, a quick glance before she took another hit of her cigarette, the noxious smoke filling her lungs with a dash of self hatred. “If not I’d be glad to show you what it’s like. You aren’t… squeamish, are you?”

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@venefiicas | For Cora bc Leslie said so

        The small bell that signaled her entry annoyed her only slightly, she’d come here to be de-stressed and as she glanced around the shop at the varies pieces of artwork and images which lined the area in which she stood, Leslie knew this was going to be a good place to find that source of stress relief. Tattoos had always been a fascination of the Witches, she had several although very carefully picked and more often than not drawn by her own hand, this time around, she was ready to try someone else’ artwork on for size. 

          It helped, too, that the place just smelled of magic, something she’d become quite accustomed to more recently than not, although, Leslie was sure magic wasn’t exactly a thing she would likely forget. A smile spread her lips as she heard someone approaching, gaze flicking over to see from which direction. “Beautiful art in here, I was hoping you had an opening in your schedule to fit me in--” She voiced before turning to face them fully, red lips grinning a bit thinly. 

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@wvtchy continued from HERE

      The tall slender blonde shifted back a quick step the second she heard him, head snapping around with the smallest of gasps, quickly crossing her arms over her torso in a failed attempt at covering her blood drenched clothes, it did not, however hide the thick liquid streaked across her pale skin. Leslie backed into the darkness, out of the light, shaking her head as she tried to collect herself. 

       “I’m fine--” She breathed, tone sharp and controlled though her blue eyes were dark and critical, scanning over him defensively. Leslie was telling the truth, she was fine, the man who had been trying to harm an innocent girl four blocks away in an alley, not so much.

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“I really think you have the wrong person sweetheart. I didn’t hit anyone upside the head with a beer bottle. I’m not that violent.”

Yes, yes she is that violent, more than that she probably would have cut a bitch too. But her reasoning is her own, most of the time it’s because she can see things that aren’t really there– or in this case the douchebag she’d assaulted with her empty bottle had been thinking some very bad things about one of the younger people that were in a group of college kids that had showed up at the bar. Leslie was simply stopping the broadcast that was emitting from the man that had been making her sick to her stomach.

“Did that asshole accuse me of this shit and send you after me? Look, I already paid and I’m headed home– You can go back to your business, okay?”

She was actually headed for another bar in all honesty, but she was desperately trying not to get nabbed for knocking a man out simply for what he’d been thinking. How would one explain such things in a court? It probably wouldn’t go over too well.

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"What's with the ax?" (Leslie)

WEAPON  BASED  SENTENCE   PROMPTS  . | @formerly-rosaline

         If one were able to read or even see aura’s they could tell that the blonde was more than just pissed, there was a fiery energy about her, knuckles white as they gripped the ax to test its weight and how she could handle it before Leslie marched right past Rose. Determination and murder drove her forward and through the door as she spoke. “Don’t fucking worry about it,” she commented, now holding the ax with one hand, certainly fixed on murdering someone who had crossed her.

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"Do you ever NOT want to stab someone?" (Char to Leslie)

WEAPON  BASED  SENTENCE   PROMPTS  . | @carpedemuses

             A very audible scoff left the blonde’s lips as her eyes rolled and then landed on Charlie, sizing the other woman up before Leslie sighed and shook her head. The blade she held danced nimbly between her fingers as she once again returned her gaze towards the men she so desperately wished to stab at the current moment, they really hadn’t done anything to bother her except the occasional look in her and Charlie’s direction. “That’s a stupid question, of course I always want to stab someone, right now, I want to stab that pretty little face over there.” She nodded towards the men, specifically the brunette one who had been eyeing her just as much as she had him, it was a house party and the fact she had a blade didn’t phase many people.

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@wvtchy continued from HERE

        Slender arms snaked their way up and around his neck lightly to pull him into her before he’d made much headway towards the bar,  her gaze searching his for a moment before the slender blonde sighed, pressing her body against him to keep his attention. Leslie had hoped her egging him on to join in the fun would change his mood or even take his mind off of whatever it was he was thinking about, but he seemed less than excited to be there and that upset her. In truth, she was upset that she wasn’t enough to ease whatever it was that had him all uncharacteristically moody for lack of a better term, but the witch didn’t take it to heart for very long.

         Pushing up on her toes a bit she pressed her warm red lips to his jaw just beneath his ear, one hand running through his hair in a soothing manner before she spoke softly. “What’s bothering you, baby?” To some, her tone was too soft, a lace of concern and love laced with her sentimental nickname before she pressed a few more kisses to his neck and nuzzled there. “Whom do I have to kill to make you happier? I hate seeing you this tense.” She purred, pulling back to look at his face this time, the smallest hint of affection touching her slight smile at Jackson.