#revivedheadhunter

[nyctopheliiac-blog]

I'm most likely going to start a new Elliot blog... No one would fucking miss that account. I'm so sorry if I hurt or disturbed people but I had fixed my mistakes. I'm not asking for people's sympathy, I'm not saying the ones that trigger are at fault. I'm just tired of being told over and over again when I've fixed my mistakes to fix it more. I'm so sorry.

[baskerville-heir-blog]

His eyes narrowed. Usually he'd punch him if he attempted that. A shrug and he shoved Leo against the wall, enough for it to echo throughout the hallway. He slammed their lips together bruising his lips. If Leo was going to push and pry with the teasing, Elliot certainly wouldn't stand for it.

Now he'd done it. His back impacted the wall and it did hurt. But he was more focused on their lips being together. Let Leo didn't bother to fight back. He allowed it, because he thought those lips were nice.

He still pushed Elliot away though, because he realized his mistake. He needed to stop.

"Sorry, Elliot. I shouldn't have provked you. Please stop. I'm not used to it, okay?"

[baskerville-heir-blog]

"You're pushing your luck." {Don't make him kiss you now, Leo. He's already been forced to by an anon pfft--}

"Come on. It's you who is continuing on with this nonsense. If you wanted to kiss me, then fine. I don't have a problem with it."

[baskerville-heir-blog]

"Can you blame me? You're squirmy enough as it is and you're not one to listen very well to me so if I need bondage, then I won't be afraid to do so." He's get a mirror too for you {Elliot, please}

"Hmm. Maybe. Quite daring of you, if I do say so."

[baskerville-heir-blog]

(Without the pregnancy) He'd keep you tightly bounded so you aren't able to break free, tease you until you're begging for mercy. He still wouldn't give it to you, not just yet. He enjoys some tears when he's being intimate, so if keeping Leo like that all night to see a few tears, Elliot would do just that. {I am so sorry //shot}

"Wow. You're really into bondage, aren't you, Elliot. You're such a tease~"

[baskerville-heir-blog]

He grumbled, "Shut up, all right? I didn't even want to do it and it wasn't to keep you quiet. I just knew you were going to tease me since it's you."

"Aw, poor Elly." Leo chuckled and poked Elliot. "Well, then I hope you're satisfied."

[baskerville-heir-blog]

"Do no. Fucking say. A damn thing." The scion grumbled, gripping firmly on his friend's shoulders, bringing him close. He felt their noses brush together and he hesitated. Swallowing his pride, the Chain brushed his lips against Leo's sighing softly. He stayed there for a few seconds before departing. A blush flourished Elliot's cheeks and he looked away, "Don't say anything, all right? I was practically forced to do that." Threatened of baby pictures shown to your child always works.

"Elliot, what is-" But he was stopped by a pair of lips on his own. He was stunned to say the least. Leo managed not to blush, but he merely stared at him. When the Chain looked away, Leo found his voice that had been previously silenced.

"That... was an efficiant way to shut me up then."

[alichinos]

11 lost golden lights

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It's time to take advantage of his small stature and slip away from the crowd unnoticed; by no means does Leo hate social gatherings as much as his master, but it does get stifling. 

A quick look around. There are no servants to be seen. That's all the encouragement he needs to pad down the stairs to the reception room.

It is empty, as expected. The windows are wide open and despite the day having been blistering, the night air is chill and in two long strides he's at the window, taking it all in: the countless fireflies in the sky, the minuet drifting from the floor above, perhaps following the trail left by the ivy from window to window to window. 

Nodding to himself, Leo sinks into the piano bench. Immediately, his fingers find the familiar keys and begin a dance of their own.