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[valntein-blog]

@tripledshot @zombiexpress-gone   y’all   are   really   out   there   doing   the   fucking   most   and   shipping   leon   with   sherry   ,   little   girl   he’s   known   since   she   was   TWELVE   and   he   was   in   his  TWENTIES   ,   huh   ?   

[chaiinbreaker-archive-blog]

You're warm. ouo`

  Stuck in a small room with another person he barely knew was probably one of the most inconvenient situations he could possibly be in, especially as his comfort levels tended to be lower than they were on average, it not helping with his ability to plan their escapes or simply getting to the next door. The smaller male had locked them up in a small hallway just for a bit, just to calm down from the storm that had previously roared. Damn splicers, always ruining things when they appeared to get better. One hand held against the ice cold wall, he tried to get ahold of his previous calmly paced breathing, him not having precisely got the condition he should for running this much. His head was spinning, and everything was hard to process, so when two arms wrapped themselves around his smaller form it took a couple of seconds before it dawned on him that they were there.

  And out of the blue, an incredible warmth overwhelmed him. It was a strange sensation, although he was too tired to protest. He wasn't particularly fond of spontaneous physical contact with people whom he considered nothing but an acquaintance, or a borderline friend, but his exhaustion dimmed his usually aggressive tone down to a simple, weak "what--?" when it hit him. The embrace chased away the icy air around him though, and thus made it difficult not to sink into Leon's grasp. He hadn't been held proper in a long time, his desire for affection boiling up somewhat, but the thought that he wasn't much far from a stranger holding back the very same desire. Of course, the situation had changed, he had changed, the end, he allowed it, and that was all that mattered.

  "Warn me next time, okay?"

[wingshead-a-blog]

there's a 'ding' that sounds in front of him, and steve readies himself, fingers flexing and grasping tight at the leather straps that keep his shield attached to his arm. the doors in front of him slowly churn open and steve braces his feet on the ground ---

only to find the elevator completely empty, save for one person.  one person,  who is definitely not the one he was after,  and  not  the one he'd  seen  go  in.  his  mind  is reeling, and steve's caught gaping, crouched as if to fight before he clears his throat and lowers his arms.  he stands in front of the elevator and the person for a second before hooking his shield onto his back and shifting on his feet.

well. this is awkward.

❛ uh. mind if i get in?❜

[mogars-archive]

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shit man!! i dont know what else to say about your leon that i havent said already without sounding like im re-hashing the same things but ill try!! you already know how much i love your leon but i will gladly tell you again man. you've got that stoic personality of his down pat, and the way you write his reactions to situations and his thought process to what's going on and what he does about it are spot on too. but you also show that he's not quite as stoic as someone could be because there are times where he shows some emotions. you portray him so fantastically, and you bring his dry sense of humor into things as well which is always super fun to see!