#levi-the-engineer

[diannabridden]

@levi-the-engineer

[levi-the-engineer]

☌ : Would/does your muse have any special piercings anywhere? Would they get some ♥ : Does your muse like to cuddle after sex? Anything else for aftercare?

Special piercing's. (I don’t know what classifies as special, but Levi does have two piercings. A Jacob’s ladder and a prince albert. He had thought about getting his nipples pierced but hasn’t done it yet.)

Cuddling and aftercare. (Aftercare is always mandatory after every session no matter how soft or hard they played, or even if they just had vanilla sex; he will always want to reassure them that they are cared for. Cuddling will always be offered and sometimes, if Gizmo has her way, it is demanded because she was ignored while they were busy.)

[knox-the-sniper]

For anyone worried we are good.

With everything happening we have been busy since our jobs have been classified as essential, but not to worry we've been doing everything to stay safe. Works always been hectic but now it's like peak season all over again.

I'm going to try to be on some today but I don't make promises. I hope everyone is good where they are.

[redbritishsniper]

😊

(I own five stuffed animals)

[blupastelbullets]

@levi-the-engineer 

The Hungarian wasn’t too sure what to do about this new ... revelation about himself. He is still holding onto his arms as he moves through the BLU base, attempting to avoid those who might usually want his attention, either to tease him or to talk to him about something. He needed some place to hide until this passed and all he could think about going was to either his Sniper nest - but ... people would try to find him there, so the other place he had been thinking about hiding within was the Engineers barn, he hadn’t spoken to the man much, but he had given him his aviators to fix. So maybe it wouldn’t be so bad?

Hes near to silent as he slowly makes his way in, unsure if the man was in here, but right now Amias was preferring it if the man wasn’t here. A shiver runs through him as a hot wave of .. something goes through him as he moves. He looks around the open part of the barn before moving to the far back of the barn to sit down at, resting his back against the wall, he brings his knees up to his chest, resting his forehead against the top of his knees. Okay. He was fine. He just had to wait this out.

[levi-the-engineer]

“You look like you could use a coffee.” -Says the man who looked like he could use a gallon of it.-

Hardly a hair stirred inside the engineering barn as the snow outside laid a soft stilling blanket of quiet around the base, encasing his space in silence with exception of the occasional crack of wood from the iron stove behind him keeping him warm. The gentle scratch of his pen gliding over his sketch book was the only thing moving as the stoic blu sat focused on the idea he was shaping on the paper; the warm glow from the sun peeking out from behind the snowy storm clouds seeping in through the half opened door leading in. Basking the gravel dusted cement floor with a golden hue that was in contrast of the biting cold outside, adding to the warmth radiated from the fire that was the only thing keeping it from bleeding further inside. At the sound of unfamiliar steps approaching that were too low for her father to hear, the tiny bundle of black rolls roused from her content spot on the old mattress before the stove with a curious perk of her head. 

Buried under the heavy stream of mentally mapping out the newest update he was drawing out to blue print later, Levi didn’t move when the scout’s silhouette filled his doorway and cast a dim shadow across the Mann.Co. vehicles he passed. It wasn’t until the small ink black pug gave a small snorted sound of warning did the man’s icy blue ponds slowly turn toward the other, though the look in them said his mind was still elsewhere where ever he had been while working as they slowly came to focus again. The chilly silver and blue tundra crawling briefly over the scout as the engineer straightened his back with a tired sigh, the lean muscles that shifted and wound under the thin thermal grey shirt he wore popping a few joints stiffly from being hunched as long as he had. Murmuring out a low short snort that rolled with the electric sound of distant thunder, like the start of a winter storm in the distance was brewing in the bowls of his chest with that one breath at the obvious comment.

 “Probably.” His voice almost raspy with the growl living within it that matched the stormy rumble heard in his breath, giving his winter white curls nesting in a loose bundle atop his head a sleepy scratch as he returned his gaze to the pad on his desk. “Need somethin’?” Guessing that the only reason anyone would ever come to see him would be to obviously fix something of theirs that was broken, or make a request for an upgrade they would like for one of their weapons. 

[levi-the-engineer]

I’m off.

[levi-the-engineer]

The air was crisp with the wash of winter coating the bases as the year began to come to a close in the end of October, leaving a more cheerful note to air that existed among the mercenaries as a few even managed to put of a handful of Christmas lights up for the holidays; painting the base and the white dust of snow outside with wisps of color near anyone’s window that had been decorated. Since it was no longer his preferable hot and sun filled season the tanned Australian engineer had finally given into the need for wearing something more suitable for the chill that pernitrate the air; replacing his usual dingy grey tank top with an equally dingy grey thermal long sleeve shirt, that didn’t hide the muscle cut strength lurking just underneath from his years of carting sentries and dispensers across the battle field. They, much like most of his clothes, were permanently stained by the constant kiss of grease and oil that went hand in hand with the work he did, even managing to occasionally tint his white washed curls that sat tight atop his head and nested around the goggles he kept there during work hours.  Having managed to actually get some real sleep in his own bed and in his own room, Levi had a bit more kick to his heavy steps as he made his way toward his work barn with the tiny black beast of a pug trotting half frozen at his feet; the small bundle of rolls facing the bite of cold that nipped at her paws to keep in step with her “father”. It didn’t take but a second for the barns door to slide open with a metallic groan before Gizmo went hurtling like a grunting bullet toward her cozy fleece lined bed perfectly set beside the hot and roaring iron stove-fire place he had put into the barn himself; that and the amused stormy chuckle that followed gave any clue that they were there to the slim figure waiting for the Engineer at his workstation. The long desk Acel sat at littered in blue prints of parts he was fixing as well as new designs he was currently in the process of crafting, every sketch hand drawn and laid out under the occasional part that was either there to be fixed or a spare for future weapons; the cork board above it holding pins of old blue prints he prized as well as a few sketches of faces that were half hidden behind the corners of other work, not quite masking the artistic hand he had but not displaying it proudly either.  When he noticed that his space was invaded by another familiar figure the man’s artic chilled blue gaze lifted in a silently amused stare that somehow felt as if he could see deeper into him than just into his eyes, piercing the depths of the spy with a whisper of the winter that lurked in the pools that watched him with a look that warmth instead of cold. Saying nothing as he usually did the lean cut Engineer took his time removing his fleece laid jacket now that the warmth of his barn was keeping the autumn air at bay, giving Acel a long view of his war toned body and a glimpse of tanned skin as the hem of his shirt rode up while the waist of his undone overall’s dipped down; teasing him with hard flesh and a whisper of a chiseled V before adjusting his clothes and approaching his work station in slow long strides that were clearly unhurried. “Got somethin’ for me?” His low voice question in an alluring ripple edged in thunder from the winter storm that brewed in the depths of his lungs, hinting at the richer growl that was just on the tip of his tongue but not quite falling free just yet. 

@espion-bleu