#leonard.

[bloodykneestm]

"look, i know you don't really give a shit about the game, but you watch it every time, so, you have to have an opinion on it, right?" leonard turns toward samuel, holding onto his opposite upper arm as if embracing himself, with a neat bourbon brandished carelessly in his other hand, his expression and tone as-ever unreadable. he moves to settle beside the being he's made a contract with as if they're dear, mortal friends, relaxing his posture and looking seriously into his eyes. "do you think the razor blade flooring with the barbed wire fencing is too mu— should i pick one or the other? i mean — be honest, is it corny? is it too saw?"

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[wicked-malia]

Patience was proving to not be his strong suit. Or perhaps it was his inability to resist the pull of this particular human. After the exchanging of words while he was still collared, Malia had found it hard to not think about him during his every waking moment. Seeing his face in place of some less appealing Master’s in those final days of being collared. But now he was free and he had tried to have patience, that lasted for less than a day. 

Feet carrying him straight to Leonard’s door, a bit of nerves flaring up, the human could have changed his mind. What if he was like Malia and didn’t like people showing up at his door? Swallowing those fears down, hand coming up to knock at the door. He had to see him. Lips spreading into a smile when the door opened and he laid eyes on him. “Are you going to invite me in?”

@xxxcxo​ 

[leonarddeniroo]

DON'T EMBRACE NEGATIVE ENERGY

LEONARD.

[wicked-malia]

Malia had selected to be on display, he was really spending more time out of the cell then he was inside it. Which he was sure wasn’t an accident, how else was he to be publicly shamed if not put on display in the brothel for everyone to see?

He was a disgrace after all. An utter disappointment. Defective. Green eyes drifting, growing a blank stare as he looked at the wall across from where he was kneeling, getting more than a little lost in his self depreciating spiral. How easy it was when those wandering by were practically echoing his thoughts, as if he was simply unaware. A small sigh escaping, eyes shifting and immediately feeling his stomach turn when he saw a familiar frame coming into the room. Eyes darting elsewhere, as if not looking at him would some how make the Master not notice him, that was a thing right? 

@xxxcxo​

[wicked-malia]

Malia wasn’t entirely sure why he was wandering around the seventh floor. The demon was never entirely sure why he was on any of the floors. Maybe in an attempt to be seen, to make it seem like he was an active part in all of this. Despite being anything but an active and willing participant. Distracted by a display when he bumped into someone, or they bumped into him, he wasn’t really paying attention after all. Making a noise as he made sure his drink didn’t get spilled before turning green eyes on the other individual. “Excuse me?”

@xxxcxo​

[el-im]

also. the difference in the album being called “death of a ladies man” and the book being called “death of a lady’s man”........... would that i were a man. i would eat his heart in the marketplace

[el-im]