#leolaceri

[twistedwit]

“Just say that I'm not your preferred sexual orientation.”

@leolaceri​ liked for a lyric starter. god help him.

[autumnwept]

what are you doing checking your ask?? i said WRITE ME A STARTER, MATE !!

but with feeling

[matchedrage]

why won't you stop lion around

     bc i don’t wanna

[ohkraken-a]

i reported you and unfollowed you while trying to get to his damn link bc tumblr sucks BUT - shae you say? shae???

SO IF I GET SNIPED BY TUMBLR ITS YOUR FAULT IS WHAT IM HEARING?????????

ASDPFOIJSAPODFJSDOPFJI BUT YES she is the love of my life i’ve written her since 2017 uwu

[everafteriing]

@leolaceri​ didn’t exactly ask for a thing...

Slender fingers ruffle the golden hair that brushes his brow, her smile gentle and teasing as she leans closer, her gaze holding his steady as if she is searching his soul through the portal of jade-green eyes. Truthfully she has lamented every moment that has kept her away, every day that stretched out interminably since the last time she had been by his side, and now that she is here the only word that echoes through her mind is “home.”

But it is too soon for such thoughts, too soon to allow herself to entertain the notion of forever, so it is with firm resolve that she shuts the door on the little voice in her head urging her to stake her claim upon Jaime Lannister here and now. Settling instead for a milder approach, she presses a soft kiss to his cheek, lingering for perhaps a heartbeat too long before drawing back enough to see his features clearly. 

“Did you miss me?”

[leadkiss]

gina i honestly dont even know where to begin with you. You are such a light in my world and in this community as a whole, I'm not sure any of us would be the same without you and your talent present on our dashes. I have followed you since first finding your rufio blog and i'm so glad i refound you. I will follow you on every blog hereafter. The way you bring characters to life, the way you breathe into them a world so carefully constructed is amazing to me. You will forever be one of my faves

what is ONE THING you like about the way i play my character?

      I don’t even know what to say here because this is all so fucking nice and tbh I’ve admired you and Amy both since discovering your blogs back when I was writing Rufio. I’m so glad you found me too because my dash is better with you on it, and I’m constantly impressed with the thought and care you put into your portrayals—and how you draw such a hard line at watering them down to make them more palatable for others who might prefer them twisted out of character to suit their needs. Thank you for this message, and for your incredible work with these marvelously complex villains/antiheroes you never fail to capture. 

[matchedrage]

@leolaceri

     The white picket fence could seem almost a cry for help, but the change in scenery is most welcome after the most malicious rumours. Her hands elbow deep in soapy water, she’s now a goddess of the ordinary. She keeps herself busy so she doesn’t think about just how miserable her existence was. She’d played her part of dutiful wife and the game of charades didn’t end even with the death of a husband. It was a waste– but father had demanded, until their rivals made fools of themselves with the follies they insisted were truth. Then she would rise out of the shadows and make them all regret she’d been overlooked for so long. She can hear a lock turn, a quick gaze at the clock is enough to assure her it could be no one but him. 

     ❛Did they see you come in?❜

     And by they, she meant the neighbours who hid behind curtains and courtesies. She’d thrown out all of the cakes they brought to her as offerings. 

[matchedrage]

@leolaceri​

She is without sound as she navigates the winding halls of the Red Keep with purpose. You could describe it as a an ache, a longing for the other half of her existence, her guiding light. There is no knock on the oaken door, no invitations, no peace. They are each other’s haven and he has returned. She hopes he has bloodied his hands, taken the lives of those sworn against the Kingdom. She’ll lick them clean, feed on his sins and thrive.

She can smell the fragrant bath drawn in his private quarters, the silk of her nightgown with the gold and red Lannister trims is discarded as she approaches. She is a sight, a goddess in her own right and he would pay tribute. Her golden mane cascades against ivory skin, only to cover for show– - as if he wouldn’t be able to paint each curve, each valley and hill like it were a battlefield reconnoitred. She makes herself known with a gasp barely audible, if only to take his attention as a captive before she speaks out in a purr.

“I’ve missed you terribly.”