#c:wilder

[lefebvre-leo]

He could recognize him despite his full face mask. He would not be able to tell how, but he knew that right there was Wilder. Their last conversation had been civil, friendly, even, which was more than he deserved, and for that he was grateful, but he was unsure a conversation at a gala (just like the one they were supposed to attend together) would go too well. And yet, Leo held his breath and approached him with an extra glass of champagne– was that too formal? He could have brought a cocktail but it was the first thing he found. “Hey–” he greeted softly, offering the glass. || @wildandwilder​

[sinfulhymns]

@exordiium

“i – i couldn’t find anything else to wear.” the girl admits as she pushes up the sleeves of the elder male’s shirt that she was wearing. arielle figured that wilder thought that she could lost in his closet. her cheeks were flushed as the male walked in more and looked down at her. “i just – i wanted to be warm. and this long sleeved shirt looked really warm – i mean.. you don’t want me to catch a cold right? i’m okay to wear this?” 

Wilder couldn’t help himself, his eyes looked her up and down, because God she looked so good like that, Wilder was so head over heels for the small girl standing before him, and something about her wearing his shirt really seemed to get to him. Wilder leaned against the doorframe to the closet and his smile grew at how cute she sounded trying to make an excuse as to why she needed to wear his clothes “No I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold, it’s quite alright, really I don’t mind if you wear it, if you’re really worried about getting a cold I have pajama pants as well, because I really want you to be warm and comfortable.”