#rubrumleonem

[aquaeques]

( @rubrumleonem // ☆ ) 

[text] why not?

[text] I think I look pretty good, right? Also I may be drunk…just a little.

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         ........yeah i guess but          dude how did u even get in my room ??? 

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         and its ?? only 9pm???          Y R U DRUNK WITHOUT ME

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[vepalsa]

@rubrumleonem continue from here

        “Listen here loser - let’s get one thing straight Leonard prints are freaking awesome and always in fashion. In case you failed to keep up and judging by the way you are wearing it’s pretty solid you don’t have a clue. Second, have you taken a good look into the mirror? You look like someone came out straight out from 1980′s.”

   How dare the other not get with the program? Animal prints will always be in fashion, especially tiger ones. And insulting Yuri Plisetsky usually ended you a kick in the face so whoever this kid was, (Yuri assumed again he is younger than him) clearly needed glasses. BADLY.

[lanzazul-a]

@rubrumleonem || cont.

     Champagne, parties and drugs, the world of entertainment has always been dictated itself by those three. There were two ways to make it to the top, hard work or luck. For Lance it never was the later, finding himself struggling and fighting to become the actor that he was now. After being rejected uncountable of times and having to reject indecorous proposals to make him jump into his goal; Lance found himself finally where he wanted to be. Praised and admired by directors and other actors who were excited to work with him. 

     It was all about charm he learned at the very beginning and for him that was something that oozed naturally as he laughed and smiled at everyone who talked to him, flirting a little bit. Lance enjoyed the attention, it was what he had aimed for, but there was certain level of emptiness in the praises he received, the hard world of cinema still demanding thing he was not going to do.

     That was the game in the party, who takes and who loses, smiles hiding desires. It was not something he enjoyed (even though his flirty banter did not let that slip), he was getting used to forget about his own feelings now. 

     “Looks who is walking towards here” His agent suddenly muttered into his ear furtively as he was still laughing at someone’s joke. Taking a sip of his drink his eyes drifted towards the figure that approached, champagne on hand. Lance couldn’t help his brows to knit together slightly. 

     Keith. 

     The wonder boy, the child actor that had make it to the top with incredible ease. How he hated his guts. Everything had been easy for him, served in a silver plate ready for him just to take it. He didn’t know what he had to go through.

     “I want you to be extra charming with him tonight” His agent said, giving him a look that did not take no for an answer, already knowing that Lance was not going to be keen of that idea. “I’m trying to get you into a project with him, we need him to like you” 

     “What?!” Lance exclaimed, the laughter and music of the party hushing down his voice. 

     There was a silent conversation between them for a couple of moments before Lance finally growled under his breath, eyes turning to violet irises and smiling. 

     “Hey, Keith, right?” The other people in the circle smiled at the new coming, pleased and excited to have another star to which to talk with. Lance just wanted to go home. “Hey, nice to meet you at last! I was wondering when I’ll be able to meet you” he winked at him. 

[aguasazulesyestrellas]

@rubrumleonem – Cont. from ◊

It still haunted him watching Keith’s frame just suddenly collapse in front of him, like a marionette whose strings had been snapped. He remembered the sheer terror take hold of him, the way his hands shook as he had dialed emergency services. 

The doctors had assured him Keith would be fine, though not much could be revealed due to Lance’s lack of blood relation with Keith, but the way his nerves had been shot had led him curling up around the nearest toilet bowl and vomiting. He shouldn’t have been so nervous, so overridden by panic, but his stomach made it clear the stress had been overflowing. 

Now that he didn’t look like a wreck himself, Lance had entered the hospital room, his skin crawling at the sharp smell of disinfectants hanging heavily in the air. 

Surprise flickered across his face as he heard the unmistakable voice that was Keith’s, though he frowned slightly at how weak his voice sounded. 

“Hey, yourself.” Voice playful and light, the Latino pulled a chair up to the side of the bed, a tired smile on his lips. 

“Geez. Straight to the point, aren’t you? Even with an IV stuck in you and looking like a hot mess.” 

Shoulders slumped as he began to fidget with the sleeves of his jacket. 

“Two hours. The doctor said they wanted to keep you hear for observation tonight, but they couldn’t really give me too much info. “ 

[lionsguard]

@rubrumleonem continued from ask.

Leaning up against a wall, arms tightly crossed, Shiro bit the inside of his lip.  His eyes lacked focus, drawn to the floor at his feet.  There was so much he couldn't say.  Not even to Keith.

"I didn't mean to make you upset saying that," he drew out slowly.  "But sometimes I can't shake the feeling."

He lifted his chin, leaning the back of his head along the wall.  Thoughts perpetuated in his mind, reigniting emotions he long buried.  The worst part: he wanted to tell them.  He wanted someone to hear him out, but because of the purpose he served, the person he was, he'd somehow convinced himself out of ever showing a moment of vulnerability.  So many people looked up to him, relied on his unwavering resolve, that obligation made him nearly invulnerable.

"What if I'm not half the person I am standing in front of you?"  He paused.  "Actually, don't answer that."  Forcing a snicker, he added, "At this point, it's all just mindless rambling."

[iliyovunjika]

@rubrumleonem | Cont.

                 They’d been easy to spot. The flourishes of still changing hues on his flesh, the down trodden expression, it was easy to see. Spending more time with him as of late lead to knowing more of what was normal for Keith in appearance and demeanor. None of this was normalcy in the making but instead, a brutality he found himself feeling perhaps a little angry over. (It wasn’t in his nature to be angry, but he couldn’t deny the rising heat in his chest.) The way he eluded his gaze, how he only looked up at him after what seemed like a moment of contemplation-- He wondered if he’d try to say it was nothing and simply walk away. Even so, no matter how he felt the growing acid in his chest, he said nothing and provided no inkling that he was on the brink of asking who instead of what. He wasn’t one to go looking for a fight after all, but for some reason (he assumed it was his ever growing affection for him) he felt like beating the brakes off who ever put their hands on him.

There was no denying that he wasn’t hesitant about knocking someone’s lights out when they proved to be cruel or vicious, but in this case? In this case that feeling seemed more personal and like a shot straight to his chest. Seeing Keith hurt at all seemed to stir up a fierce pull at his heart. He didn’t look away when those violet hues finally turned up to him, ears attentively listening to the words given. So he wasn’t going to deny someone did it. Some how, he felt a mixture of very faint happiness and intense anger. Happiness for the fact that Keith would tell him honestly and anger because someone had dared to lay violent hands on him. For a moment, he was biting back the question of just who it was so he could go take care of it. Yet that wasn’t as important as taking care of the person in front of him. He could hear the strain in his voice, the oncoming tears prompting him to push aside everything else.

Any kind of ass kicking could wait until he was certain the other was alright. “Bruises are still bruises, Keith.” The words were given softly, no hint of the brewing storm that filled his lungs. He reached forward without much thought beyond avoiding the visible wounds, flesh borne digits gently settling at his jaw. “This isn’t fine, not in the least.” It was the complete opposite of it. Even so, he focused on what he could do to make it better and turned his gaze down the hall. “C’mon. I’ve got some salve that’ll help heal the busted capillaries faster and some cold compresses. Let’s take care of you first, then we’ll talk about who’s ass I’m going to apply my boot to later.” A comforting smile, he didn’t hesitate to separate his hand only to tenderly settle it at the middle of Keith’s back. “You’re more important to see to.” And like this, where he might not be able to be of any reassurance, at least Cookie would be there to provide her animal charms of comfort.

[vertlyon-blog]

@rubrumleonem Continued from [x]

                                         〖☆〜 緑 〜☆ 〗

HALTED, Smaller frame remained concealed by her COMRADE; eyes vigilant; none could deny the sense of TREPIDATION that curdled one's stomach whilst in the presence of a Galra warrior && the idea of being captured && held hostage wasn't exactly something that appealed to her.

There was just TWO, seemingly engrossed in their own conversation, enough so that any potential give-away the two might have accidentally issued was DISREGARDED.  It didn't ease the sensation but it was enough for them to be out of PERIL for the time being.

"We aren't far away now." HASTY glance at projection indicated that they were about two halls down from the MAIN computer && from there with hopefully not INTERRUPTION from Galra they'd be able to extract the information Pidge so longed for ... as well as what they'd actually come here for; information on a new form of Galra WEAPONRY.

SPARING a glance in his direction she awaited his all-good to advance further into enemy territory; they were treading DANGEROUS ground here but if all went well it would surely be WORTH it.

[thosepeas]

@rubrumleonem !

     “ --- do you usually train this much? and by yourself?” he doesn’t mean to pry ( actually, he kind of does ) but being cooped up in an ancient technological castle loses its charm after a while, and matt was getting stir crazy. since it wasn’t exactly like he could go strap on his shoes and take a walk outside, the next best thing seemed to be getting to know katie’s friends, the other limbs of voltron. “doesn’t it get kinda boring after a while?”