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Vapor || Leo + Baelfire (closed)

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Leo had been creating a special program for the one traitor that was now in his possession inside of the Chateau. She couldn’t be allowed into general population and had to have her own small core of guards that watched her and kept her presence quiet. The last thing he needed or wanted was for an unfortunate accident to befall her inside of the Chateau. He had finished debriefing the guard that he’d given the deputy position in the group to watch her. 

He sat down behind his desk, his eyes shifting over to the couch that Baelfire had been curled up on. The Warden had initially planned on leaving earlier than this. But several things needing attending to that could not be delayed. He looked down at the lists on his computer reviewing the proposed labor groups that would be set up. Making sure that they didn’t have prisoners that had grudges against each other in the same group, or prisoners that had been caught fraternizing (the guards word for fucking) and punished before. He moved several names around and put them in different locations. 

“You haven’t pouted once this entire time...” Leo spoke without prompting, “I’m starting to think you don’t want me to come home.” Leo thought no such thing, but it was a queue to let Baelfire know that Leo was open to ‘distraction.’

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Back Down to One || Leo + Baelfire (closed)

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“Have the house to yourself for less than a week and you seem to have lost all of your shirts...” Leo quipped at the half naked wolf, moving up to stand behind him in the kitchen.

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Spellbound || Leo & Baelfire  (closed)

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Leo had just gotten back from the Dominion, the first place he had stopped, even before his own home to report back to the Alpha about the mission he’d been on. He stood in the foyer of his home, listening to whose heartbeats were audible. Harley’s wasn’t there which didn’t surprise him. But after the compulsion he didn’t worry about her roaming the streets and causing too much trouble. 

He smirked and then spoke, knowing Baelfire would hear him, “I was expecting you to come flying at me as soon as I opened the door. Am I boring you?”

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Criminals and Liars|| Leo  & Baelfire &/or Harley (closed)

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Leo was in one of those dangerously fine moods that usually meant that he was in a lull between two deeply volatile  moments. Like the calm of the sea between two waves. He let the song finish as he turned to look over his property. “Come here.” 

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Walk me to the edge || Leo & Baelfire (closed)

After he’d broken the cups  Leo had thrown himself into work, spending the time that he wasn’t in the Chateau in the Dominion with Attila. Leo was aware that he was still just a chess piece to the ancient wolf but the Alpha was nicer to his chess pieces than his own Sire had been. It was a perilous time for Leo, hovering at the edge before gaging a jump that had possibly fatal repercussions to him. Leo had also been focusing on Harley, finally able to cultivate the seeds that he had been diligently planting inside the girl. 

But with all of these things that meant that Baelfire had been neglected. But the neglect had been deliberate. Leo was very aware of the slave’s role as a catalyst to a great many things. The vampire held resentment for the wolf and so the vampire was punishing him, just like Alastor used to punish him. He was terse, absent or distracted in the wolf’s presence. Baelfire had done nothing wrong, perhaps it would have been easier if the wolf had. If the wolf had grown sullen or jealous then Leo could have had a reason for what did. But the vampire reminded himself that he didn’t need a reason to treat his property the way he wanted. There was no thanks for the things that Baelfire’s presence in his life had brought into focus. 

But as the weather grew colder and the calendar showed him the dwindling days left in the year he could feel the weight in his bones. Memories were things that vampires had to carry around. There was no way around them. Walking through the embers and ashes. I’ve never kept a slave longer than three years.

Leo had noticed when the wolf had begun spending his nights elsewhere. The wolf was always careful to come home, to shower, to eat, to pretend that he was still around for appearances sake. He’d gotten a few calls from Desires and the Rusty Nail, informing of his slave’s presence in the establishments. But none of those things mattered to the Deputy Warden. Baelfire knew how to behave and conducted himself in that way. 

Leo didn’t particularly like walking out to the bluffs, he didn’t like those memories or what they reflected about him. But if he knew Baelfire, and Leo was sure he had a pretty good grip on the wolf he knew that the hiding hole would be on the wolf’s list of places to go to. Leo stood on the edge, feeling the cold sea air cut across his body, whipping his hair around his face. The sun wasn’t up yet and on this side of the island stars were visible, a wash of cold jewels in the velvent dark. 

He took out his phone and sent the wolf a message before putting it away:

Come up here, Baelfire.

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Find What You Need || Leo & Baelfire (closed) EVENT: Pavor Nocturnus

(Three years ago)

Leo had removed his clothes and was lying on the table face down, nothing but a towel covering his ass. He hadn’t been happy when he had been told that his usual masseuse, a very attractive girl with flexible ideas on what ‘work’ meant was out with appendicitis and he was getting a new massage therapist. Some guy with a name that sounded made up. Balefire, Sulfur, Bonfire? It didn’t really matter. He let out a deep exasperated sigh as he waited for his massage to begin. His shoulder and back were tight from an old stab wound as well as other things... Things that had happened to him when he was younger that he blamed on his job. 

He heard the door open and mumbled, “About time.”

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Evil Thoughts || Leo & Baelfire (closed)

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Leo was getting a shirt tailored when he’d called for the wolf, “They should be releasing Harley today. So your vacation is over.” He gestured for the tailor to start packing up as he grinned at the wolf.

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Soaked in Bleach || Leo & Baelfire (closed)

He’d picked up the call from Guard Price without hesitation, he’d just gotten Harley home and had gotten news about Baelfire. The update was less than promising. Stinking of bleach and burned skin, unconscious in his old cell. Leo had firm reign on his temper over Baelfire damaging his property without permission. He knew that the argument would be that Baelfire was cleaning Leo’s property properly, trying to get clean enough. The vampire knew he would need to approach this delicately in order not to cause any extra issues. 

Leo had watched the entire time, with only a few ventures out to keep himself aware of the city around him. Obsessive notes on who killed who, who saved who, slaves that grew close or Masters, Mistresses and civilians. It was a wealth of information to be aware of. Leo had seen the cadre of idiots that had nearly enacted a clumsy sort of vengeance on Leo by torturing Baelfire. And he’d watched them burn. A very tidy fix to several people that might have been problems. But then came the last the slave that Baelfire had been forced to kill, not for mercy, but to save himself. 

The vampire had gone to the Chateau and unceremoniously lifted Baelfire out of the cell, taking the jibes from Price as he carried the wolf out and into the car. The wolf hadn’t stirred- much to his good fortune. And Leo had managed to get him into the house and up into Leo’s room. Until he’d been through and made sure all the cleaning agents were out he wasn’t going to put Baelfire in his own room. He’d gone over the wolf then, ensuring that there were no injuries that needed anymore attention. Beyond the fading chemical burns.

The Guard had shaken his head, leaving Baelfire in the plain clean slave clothing he’d found. He waited, going about his day until he saw the wolf stir slightly on the monitor. Knowing that if Leo had seen it the wolf had probably been awake for longer. He made his way upstair and closing the door said in a smooth voice, “Do you know where you are?” The question was a familiar one, a question that Leo asked a great number of new slaves. But his tone asking it now was slightly different. Cautious.