#lesliestedeman

[grayxstratford]

Running was something Grayson always loved, she loved the burn in her lungs, the pounding of her heart in her ears while she pushed her body to be the best it could be. She had started to run along the beach, the sand made it harder to step, which burned more calories, and she liked the way her legs burned after her run, she was really looking forward to being strong enough for it to stop hurting soon. She was running her usual path one day, between the houses and the beach, when she saw two dogs wandering around the beach. She figured their owner was going to be close by, and she slowed down to a jog, but when she realized she didn’t see anyone around she stopped and looked at the dogs, one of whom seemed a little shyer than the other. “Well, what are you two doing out here?” she asked the friendlier dog as she knelt down and was immediately met by kisses and jumping. “Okay, okay,” she sighed and then grabbed the dog by the collar. She read the address on the collar and then looked around. “I think that’s close,” she mumbled before pulling her phone out and looking it up. It was just a five minute walk, so she stood up and sighed as she looked at the dogs. They could probably make it home on their own, if they could make it five minutes one way they could definitely do it another way, and she was about to run off and just leave them, but as she started to jog again, she was surprised when they started to follow her. 

“Oh come on!” she said as she looked at them. “Go on, shoo, go home,” Gray said as she waved her hands, the friendlier of the two gave a little bark and jumped around, obviously thinking this was some sort of game. She sighed darkly and then looked at her phone. “Fine, you know what, fuck it,” she said before starting to jog again. She checked to make sure the dogs were following every couple feet, and they were, hell they were keeping pace with her, so when she got to their house she opened the gate to the front and watched as the dogs ran right in. At least it seemed like it was the right place. Gray jogged up to the house and knocked on the door, holding the collar of the friendlier dog so that the owner wouldn’t think she was just some random girl coming over to knock on their door for no reason. When the door opened she gave the owner a heavy sigh. “Lose something?” she asked dryly. 

@lesliestedeman​

[wildxhayes]

Walking over to Leslie’s was a bit of a walk from the treehouse, but it was on the way from school, so stopping by had never been a problem. Sure he’d been a little busy lately, he’d been doing some renovations to the treehouse, making the railing... Exist. And sturdy enough to lean against, but mostly existing. He was also redoing the wall around the outdoor shower, and fixing the plumbing, so it had been a time consuming project, but no excuses, he was going to see Leslie today. 

When he got to the house he hopped over the fence easily, grinning as the dogs ran up to him. “What’s up my little ankle biters?” he asked as he knelt down and pet them both as they shoved at each other for his attention. “Hey- Artie, be nice to your brother,” he said before he stood up and walked up to the front door. The main door was open and the screen was closed so he rapped on it a few times before opening the door. “Anyone in?” he called into the house. “Anyone order some Monteith’s? Because I got a couple cases with your name on it!” 

@lesliestedeman​

[eviexstratford]

Icy Reunion | Evie&Leslie

Now..this was much more like it. After a very well-deserved day of pampering and shopping, Evelyn now sat on the beach in a brand new bikini. A dazzling, shimmery bikini that showed off her every curve and complimented her fair skin like the scales of a mermaid’s tale. She was beautiful in the setting sun, ethereal. And she was well aware of that fact. But there was one thing that was missing: her dink was empty, and there was no one to refill it. Or..there had been no one before..

Tilting her dark sunglasses, Evie’s lips curved into a very Cheshire cat smile as the spied her prey. Yes..he would do very nicely. Sweet Leslie would be all too willing to worship her like she deserved. Lifting a hand, she waved her friend over with an expectant smile. “Leslie! I haven’t seen you in forever! Come join me please? After you get me another Manhattan of course, you don’t mind right?” She asked, her voice as sweet as her eyes were demanding.

@lesliestedeman​

[wildxhayes]

@lesliestedeman​

"Alright, alright, guys... Let's take a moment... Over here." Leslie wasn't too used to having his two dogs on leashes, but it was better safe than sorry out here in a new environment. Virgil, the collie mix wasn't too excitable these days, but Artemis was younger, a huntaway and he couldn't help think she was looking for sheep to herd. Or maybe just excited to explore.

"Artie, c'mon..." Leslie clicked his tongue and the dogs followed better, out of the way of the boating dock and to the sidewalk. He went to a bench but didn't sit down, instead took a knee, using the bench as an arm rest to steady himself when he wasn't stroking his dog's faces. His Kiwi accent making every word sound gentle and curious.

"Okay, you two. This is a new start for us, okay? I miss everyone, too... Don't worry. You're lovely dogs. You're kind, you're smart, you're hard working. Mum would say you're generous of spirit." Leslie smiled a bit, thinking of his mother and what Ginette Stedeman might think about this tropical island. She was long, long gone. But her kindness, her gentleness lived on in her son. "Well, what's that mean, you're thinking. It means you're very open and giving of yourself. You're not going to have any problems making friends here. I promise you." Leslie spoke these gentle words of encouragement to his pets, but partly to himself as well. The only real friendships, human friendships, he had was with nuns, and the newer ones, who after the initial start of being untrusting of him because he was a cambion, he could usually win over. Artemis licked at Leslie’s hand, then ducked to take a playful lick towards his face, causing him to laugh a little, easing her away.

"Aw, you're a good girl, Artie. Now, the two of your just be your well behaved selves, please. No running off and digging up people's yards. No getting in the way of the foot paths, alright? You're dogs, you don't need them." Leslie was only vaguely firm in these manners before standing up and adjusting his aviator sunglasses. "Bloody Nora, it's hot here..." He took a deep breath and pulled up the handle to his rolling suitcase, everything he possessed now in that. "Well, guys. I guess we'll just have to get used to it. Maybe Virgil, a few new shorter hairstyles for you?" The long haired collie glanced to his master before Leslie started out again toward the main block of buildings. Another deep breath. The salt air smelled different than his New Zealand coast. Maybe he'd visit again someday. But for now, he had to get used to this experience.

"This is home now..."

Wilder heard the accent before he saw who was talking, he had been planning on exploring and had just gotten out of the building when he’d picked up on it and took a quick look around. A man with two dogs and a suitcase looking like he had a few days before. Fresh, and new. He listened to the other man as he talked to his dogs and then walked over with a slight smile. He wasn’t a were, he could tell that, and he’d never seen the other in the pits, watching or fighting, so in his mind, it wouldn’t be dangerous to say hi to a fellow Kiwi. “You fresh in mate?” he asked as he stuck his hand out for the dogs to smell, being a bear, he was occasionally not met fondly by animals, especially dogs, but he loved dogs and he always wanted to try. 

“Yeah, this heat’s no joke, makes me wish I brought my jandals, gotta buy some new ones anyways- where you from Bro?” he asked as he looked at the new man. “Don’t reckon I’ve seen you ‘round Wellington at all.” 

[grayxstratford]

Grayson & Leslie

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you… Gray & Leslie

Who asks the other on dates: Leslie, Gray is so focused on her dancing, she forgets about stuff like that. Who is the bigger cuddler: Leslie again, Gray isn't the most touchy feely person, but she actually likes cuddling when it happens, she just doesn't seek it out. Who initiates holding hands more often: Leslie for the most part, but when she's more comfortable in the relationship she'll slyly slip her hand into Leslie's Who remembers anniversaries: Gray, she's good at keeping track of things like that Who is more possessive: Gray, she's a very possessive person Who gets more jealous: Gray, she has a very deep seeded jealousy streak Who is more protective: Leslie Who is more likely to cheat: Neither? Who initiates sexy times the most: Gray Who dislikes PDA the most: Gray Who kills the spider: Gray will kill it, Leslie's more likely to catch and release Who asks the the other to marry them: Leslie Who buys the other flowers or gifts: They buy each other gifts, but Gray's gifts are more practical, while Leslie's are more thoughtful Who would bring up possibly having kids: Leslie, Gray's never given much thought into having kids Who is more nervous to meet the parents: Leslie, since his mum is gone, Gray won't be able to meet her, but she does get nervous about going to his mum's grave- death makes her very uncomfortable Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: Gray is more likely to get angry over Leslie, she's a very reactionary young lady Who tries to make up first after arguments: Leslie, he likes to keep the peace, but Gray's more likely to pretend the argument never happened Who tells the other they love them more often: Again, Leslie, Gray has a hard time opening up about emotional things, and she can be hesitant to say anything that makes her feel vulnerable

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[wildxhayes]

@lesliestedeman​

Les, happy Valentine’s Day mate, I’m looking forward to seeing you soon, thanks for letting me set up on your hammock when Cassie’s bringing girls home, it’s not easy being the cool dad, but friends like you make it much easier. Come round sometime and we’ll do a dinner, it’ll be nice. Gotta get all the kiwis together, it’ll feel like home again. 

-Wild

[wildxhayes]

To: @lesliestedeman​

“Okay, gonna be honest mate, that last one, that’s a bit for both of us, that way we can have our beers between our hammocks! Perfect right? Look, you’ve been a brilliant friend, and I feel really lucky to have you- hari Kirihimete, sorry your gifts are so late, and thank you for being my friend. 

Wild” 

[skyler-campbell]

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