#f2f:ross

[leopoldclarington]

WHO: @rossberryx​​ and @leopoldclarington

WHEN: Friday. August 27th

WHERE: Club Halo / Seven Deadly Sins Party

Leo was really enjoying the party.  Everyone seemed to be having a good time, they’d come with Ross, and planned on leaving with him too, the drinks were good, the music even better, and when Ross got up to sing, Leo was completely entranced by the younger man.  They beamed brightly, impressed and so proud of Ross, clapping loudly and whistling when the performance was over.  Part of Leo wanted to rush the stage when the performance was over and congratulate Ross, but instead they hung back and let others congratulate him first.  There was no real need to rush.  Once the crowd had thinned a bit, Leo slipped in behind Ross and swept his hair back off one side of his neck.  Their lips ghosted over the skin there.  “You were amazing up there Ross.  Completely captivating,” they whispered loudly into Ross’ ear.  “I’m so proud of you.”  

[lawofsmythe]

WHO: @rossberryx​ and @lawofsmythe​

WHEN: Friday. August 27th

WHERE: Club Halo / Seven Deadly Sins Party

Stéphane had never really heard Stevie’s band play or Ross sing before.  They were all very talented and he was glad that they were playing at the party; live music was always a nice break from a dj.  When he spotted Ross, Stéphane waved him over.  “Hey, you were great!  Want to grab a drink?”

[dom-bastiansmythe]

Shall We Dance? || Sebastian & Ross (03/28)

Sebastian whistled a soft tune, the same he was currently hearing in his earbuds, while he walked down the hallway that led to where the dance studio was. It wasn’t an every day ocurrence that he found himself there, just on ocassion, and mainly because it helped him to relax whenever he felt anxious, and the uncertainty of his upcoming exit interview with Elliot, their second one, was proving to be a major anxiety trigger for him. And dancing had always been the ultimate, and best outlet for him, ever since he was little, and that was exactly what he needed that afternoon, when all classes had ended for the day. 

Once he got to the studio he took his earbuds off, and put his phone on the side, after finding the classical musical piece he wanted to start with. Something slow, for warm up. Dressed entirely in black, both fitted sweats and tank, he held onto the bar on the side and slowy started to do the warm up moves. Up and down. Side to side. After a good while he started to spin over the floor, his feet moving gracefully ahead of him while he kept his arms up. He had often been told he was too tall to be a dancer. Long legs and arms, which wouldn’t help at all. But he learned to used that to his advantage, and his arms and legs moved swiftly and with unique grace as he slide and spun all around the dance floor.

@rossberry