THESE WEARY BONES.

homo homini lupus.

[woulfven]

━━━━ character studies.

BASIC INFORMATION.

legal name: leontios vladimirovich volkov.

nickname(s): leontios dowell, leon to close friends, "big guy" only if you're christoph.

date of birth: january 26th 17██.

gender: cis male.

place of birth: somewhere that no longer exists on any modern map, russia.

currently living: dallas, texas.

spoken languages: russian (first language) & most other slavic languages, english, french, and some spanish; leontios is always eager to learn more.

education: no formal education of note, though his former undead master had been keen on developing his mind, he was wary of teaching such a "monstrous beast" too much, least he figure out how to escape. he's studied the modern world as it developed over the centuries throughout his travels, acquiring a wealth of knowledge.

hair color: dark brown.

eye color: sky blue (golden when transformed).

height: 6'6'' / 198 cm.

FAMILY INFORMATION.

siblings: aelita (not by the blood of the womb, but by the water of the covenant; alive).

parents: vladimir & valeriya volkov (deceased).

children: none but it's whatever christoph wants, he gets.

pets: a little shapeshifting blob of black darkness known as void, usually takes the form of a tiny, black cat with the crunchiest-sounding meow.

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION.

sexual orientation: greyromantic homosexual

relationship status: married to @mortul ❤️💙

tagged by: @mortul thank u bestieeee!! 🥰 tagging: steal it

[woulfven]

hiiiiiiii im gonna be revamping/updating things here soon <3

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@mortul / 🖤

It's roughly (give or take thirty minutes) three in the morning when something forces him awake. Like he'd been electrocuted, Leon bolted upright in bed, chest heavy with the force of his rapid breathing. For a moment--a mere fraction of a second--he is paralyzed, heart seizing briefly before the passenger of time returns to normal.

Something isn't right, his heart--his soul--screams, something's wrong, someone's... in pain?

Not just someone--Christoph. His Christoph, the man laying next to him, trapped within a night terror.

Leon turns to him, instantly reaching out with gentle (blood-soaked and scarred; some sins never wash out.) hands to coax the other awake, his voice hushed and soft.

"Christoph, love, wake up--" He's quick to catch the flailing limbs that come his way as his husband fights to regain awareness (his heart seizes again at the spike of panic souring his lover's scent; his desire to protect, protect, protect rises and surges like waves in a turbulent sea) of his surroundings, "--it's me, Leon, love. I got you, it's okay. You're safe."

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mortul​:

“Fer this new year, I resolve to take m’husband’s dick better and not pass out after th’tenth round… or so.”

“...”

To be quite honest, did he genuinely expect anything else to come out of his husband’s mouth?

“Christoph that’s--” That’s inappropriate, he wants to say but Leon pauses and blinks once, twice, thrice.  Maybe this isn’t the hill to die on--not today.  When it came to Christoph, Leon has learned what hills are worth dying on, and what days to die on them.

“--Mm,” He’s too old for this shit, sometimes, but ah! Love makes one young, yeah? “That’s a very... you-esque goal. I’ll do my best to assist.”

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leon whenever christoph is boutta do some dumb and/or potentially life-threatening shit

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@mortul​ / starter call.

“Christoph--”

“What exactly did Nikolaj say our mission was? Whose the target?”

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tiny starter call !

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tag drop pt. 2.

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tag drop.