#c:cecil

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hey cecil

[lefebvre-leo]

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             He had seen him at the assembly and nearly went all the way down to the floor in shock. Could he be? Was he? The second the alumni had stepped forward, Leo had been unable to hear or look at anything else but that one man, the living and breathing image of his brother Cecil– but he couldn’t be. He was dead. Had been for four years, disappeared for five.                                                               It isn’t him, it isn’t him, it isn’t him.             But what if he was? What would it mean? That his father had lied to him? That he had been there all along, and was just hidden? Maybe he was on a mission– he had those often, Leo remembered, but why making him believe he had abandoned him and Bellamy? Why saying he was dead? He had buried him– he had seen the casket go down the ground right next to his mother’s grave, then why the FUCK was he standing there? It was a fucking joke. It had to be. 

            Leo went pale. Some girl sitting next to him asked if he was alright, he looked sick, and truth was, he was about to be sick, which prompted him to take off running towards the nearest toilet and empty his already empty stomach into the bowl. He was sweating cold, pale, hands shaking, bottom lip quivering. He was unwell, and perhaps he passed out right then right there, but nobody ever found out. Leo would never actually admit that out loud. He walked out of the bathroom with his head held up high as usual, like a Lefebvre would. 

            Everybody had gone back to their usual activities, but the mumbling and murmurs were around about this new crew, group of tutors, teachers, people– whoever they fucking were. Leo couldn’t stand it. It was the first week, and he skipped every single class that day, locked his room on purpose until night fell just so he could be alone. And even then, when he was supposed to be asleep, he found himself tossing and tumbling, which of course disturbed Toffee who bit his toe.             He cursed, sitting up at first then getting into some clothes and walked out of the room in silence. It wasn’t that late but definitely past the time to be out in the hallways. He was sneaky, and for a school full of spies, it was surprisingly easy to find out which room some people were. He could be in trouble for it, but he didn’t care at this point.

            Leo walked up to the sixth floor, each step heavier than before, but he was decided to end this horror story that had just started before he could lose his mind. If he hadn’t already. It was a joke– it had to be. Maybe someone else on a mission in disguise, who creepily looked like Cecil Lefebvre.                          603             His hand lifted up in a fist– he didn’t care who would open the door, if anyone else would open or if it would be the impostor himself.                                                                 Knock, knock, knock.             And then he waited, his hands sweating, ready to throw a hand at the man’s throat, corner him until he got an actual explanation. And so he did, the second he caught a glimpse of the blond man, he pinned him down against the wall, hand on his throat, making sure he could look at him.             “Who the fuck are you?!” He spat out, his words barely a whisper, not wanting to draw an audience for the scene.

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Staying with Cecil and Carlos has been strange

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Commission for @aryashi who is so sweet for letting me draw some good ol wtse!!

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something i've been meaning to draw for several months and finally motivation hit

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i think its important to think about stupid conversations between cecil and martin and how regular of a thing that is

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some silly unrelated comics

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how it feels doing my own thing and having so much fun and then looking at my dash to see the horrible things @kerink and @bulkhummus have been subjecting cecil to

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