AS YOU ARE

the way jasper reacts is beyond him, the need for control on his part is immensely strong and even leo’s jarring pinches at his words and innocence don’t look like they do a thing. leo would applaud the kid, but he doesn’t find this to be amusing one bit. it’s almost as if- as if- if he dare say it himself, the kid is mocking him. 

the child mocks him in a way in which he totally disregards the near destructive words he spits out to him, hoping that he’ll get burned. acting like he had no interest to the magnetic charm and pull and that he’d rather search for something about in his limp, dreary dorm. it’s terrible, the child is mocking him in his very intimate situations, in his proximity, in his room and in his moments of singular self-pleasure. 

jasper is a real undying germ here. this little endearing cockroach. 

not to mention his words are like an infection, the germ multiplying it’s disgusting. he must be coming down with something, finding this childish behaviour relatively.... delightful(?)

“sickly kinky child.” he muses, not bothering how much his words may or may not butcher the kid. “i didn’t know liko had the guts to toy with little boys and turn them into this hot messes like this.” his non-genital fondled hand pats the boys shoulder, a rather ‘plastic’ look of pity. his face scrunches up enough to get pouty yet retain those magnificent charming charms. “hm.” the frown on is face, looks good on him, leo knows that though. 

and yet, leo still allows him to come close to his bubble of security and pat him on the cheek, as if he’s the kid. if the kid didn’t have those big eyes and innocent glance he would’ve called him ungracious, vile, inhumane, sick -- well the list could go on, but the way jasper was treating him will not.  

bigger and better, what a load of phoney ‘bs’, his blood was red, running and raring to have a go at the kid, sock his pretty boy face out of his room. how dare he pat him in the cheek like a child! “don’t give me that bigger is better bull shit, the last i’d seen of the chinese rising sun wasn’t that long ago...”                

she remains unfazed by his irresistible charm; he’s always been a douchebag in disguise in her eyes (maybe not so much in disguise… but still). plus, it’s insulting for her to let herself to actually let herself associate with him in any romantic ways. at least, she would think that she was better and smarter than that. xylia was no heroine from some rom-com that trips over some barbarous domineering prince. 

how absurd.

[#catcharming] [@ leopold] [SNIP!-]

that roll of her eyes wasn’t entirely welcoming, but leo will just have to make do with what he has. but it doesn’t falter his confidence, he’s used to girls acting as if they’d surpassed his invincible, infinite charms playing hard to get. especially the way her eyes rake up his physique leaves all the need for deducing behind. 

her gaze, untying and revealing herself to him. how sweet of her. 

see! the ‘leopold sinclair charming charm’ never fades, the ladies really do eat up that crossed arms and doorframe look. nice one leo! the ever so pretty xylia won’t know what hit her and before she knows it, she’s be writhing under him and for him. that just how it works. 

even the hostile comment didn’t affect his ears, his mind not persuaded with such words-- after all, words can lie, actions however, not so easily. “those words hurt big time xylia” he starts, he slowly lolls his head to lean towards the door -- he knows he looks real cute like this, acting hurt and all. “but swear at me all you want xylia,”

“but don’t go around deluding yourself that you’d rather play with your pussy and coo ‘leo’ when you can have the real package here.” 

gosh, leo really liked it when girls were like this, when they were sweet and cute exactly how girls should be. he liked them best when they didn’t beat around the bush and act hard to get and let him have it, i mean, wouldn’t it be easier for the both of them to get what they want? nephel was especially up to his tastes today, he supposes he’ll give it to her sweetly as well. after all, not a lot of girls like to act like they’ve given into his charms. nephel here is honest. 

if he gives her delicious words for him to lap up happily, he’ll give her the same. “well, you could always visit my dorm room and liven the dreary place up.” he darts back cooly, he’s shamelessly flirting with her with his low voice and foolproof charming grin, so what? 

her (rhetorical) question leaves his chest wanting to bubble with a chuckle, “you don’t believe that i would die to join your arts and crafts club?” even the thought itself was laughable, a little playful push and shove does no harm. i mean, the glint in her eyes speaks for itself, does it not? 

they say the eyes tell all, and he knows she likes what he sees. of course she does.

“but if you want the truth,” he starts, his charming charms surely bleeding and fusing into nephel’s system. perhaps she also wants to know how charming his lips are too. and if her closer proximity towards him doest give her mild desires away. 

“i've got this terribly empty space up in my wall waiting for you to work your magic ” 

there is a startle, it’s not entirely evident but for leo, the kid notices everything, you can deduce and say, leopold charming is just that great. leo just knows, he knows how the chinese sunshine feels when his vision happens to catch leo. he knows the wrench of uncomfortable pooling in the male’s body that is a mixture of yearn and disgust for him that quakes in liko’s body. 

but, that’s okay, leo feel the same rush in the pit of his stomach. and he doesn’t like it. 

oh! and the fact that he’s the very lover of his dear ignorant charity case, jasper makes the meeting much sweeter and much tenser. 

ah!, now you’ll be thinking that leo here is a bit ‘out of character’ but let me elaborate over here; this liko case was no sheet tangling one-off, it was an elaborate toxicity adventurous enough to tug a heart string. but don’t worry, leo knows better now. 

well, he likes to think he does, but his mouth is like a relentless machine gun. leo likes to think he has some sort of complete control over his emotions to not let it attack his actions but he ends up finding himself rather disturbed at the lax response he is receiving.

his pride says his old chinese sunshine is getting rusty and boring with age, others would say he is a bitter ex-lover who doesn’t believe in forgetting--- and well, you can decide that for yourself... 

what does that book have that was more interesting and more handsome than leo’s gorgeous twinkling eyes? 

“well,” forcing the short reply in the back of his brain and out of his ears, the lack of interest in liko’s voice, unsettling. “it really is nice to see you after so long.” leo didn’t use biting words to get a reaction like this, surely. 

“but pray tell, other than fucking our favourite little pan protege, what else have you been up to?”

there is a lack of surprise on his features as he overhears his name ringing from outside his door, he romanticises a desperate call for his presence from the female voice. female voice, oh even at the sound his features bask no look of surprise-- because of course, as we all know, 

the prince of charms is irresistible that even in the hours of his lone time, they beckon him.

however, his mind, nerves, thoughts twitch and realm through his body in utter excitement. a girl! at his door! his body wouldn’t dare let him jitter in excitement, it’s been trained to be poised in perfection for too long. leo plasters on that timeless grin so charming, so handsome, so pretty his guest would swell her heart. 

well, in theory anyways. 

long strides, handsome charm switched on and before you know it the door swings open and a whiff of anticipation and domestic stink welcomes him. his charming eyes grace themselves at the familiar physique. the familliar physique looking for her cat name ‘leo’. 

those nerves and jutting excitement of his... his impish, girlish expectation. oh well, he’ll just have to make do. side against his doorframe and arms crossed, chicks dig that shit.

hm. leo supposes he finally struck a nerve in the kid’s wildly large ignorant ego. his eyes are quick to snatch the child’s unravelling and sensitivity upon the said male lover. how cute. how fickle now that he thinks about it... how petty. oh well, jasper didn’t come here to get his head much farther up his ass. 

especially when the kid walked in on him having a good time - what did he expect? sugarcoated words? okay then. 

“will do baby boy.” it follows a shrug and an arrogant grin at the resignation of the younger boy. what was the kid thinking? taking leo as an easy opponent to conquer is a bad idea. “but it’s a real shame,” he slaps on a (strangely) charmingly cute baby voice to add onto the likely irritation of the other. leo’s hands lightly graze at his exposed skin. “i was excited for a little interaction...”

however, all of a sudden, the nonchalance of this kid. the audacity of the kid! stretching his legs and dismissing him easily, it’s a but embarrassing having leo to constantly remind him whose the rightful winner in this little game of theirs. “well--”

the charmingly handsome prince’s face was suddenly tainted with a scrunch of the nose and squint of the eyes at the thought of liko panting and sexing the child. there was an unwanted shiver up his spine and the need to gag from the back of his throat. disgusting. jasper was really good at this. “what an image that was of my sweet protege and my forlorn bed warmer...”

he hated to admit. 

the kid was good at getting to him. and oh gosh, the thought is putrid in itself!

“you’re just in denial kid.” leo doesn’t want to give up but the more he hears the idiotic words spew from the half protege, half insolence he an’t help but get irritated and the childish conversation. leo is a much more evolved homosaepien after all. 

the once rushing blood and pumping of a lone fist drew him back to reality rather quickly and his mind fell hard. and the burning aftermath sinks in and its as if his body has an allergic reaction and spits out the toxicity. “got pretty turned off by that image of you and liko having a go at each other, i’ll pass till later.” his mouth, tart with unsatisfaction, he shifts his hand to slide himself closer to his guest. 

“hey! you wanted out since you thought sucking your boyfriend off was the rave.”

leopold sinclair charming–cdm’s wannabe fuckboi // @leopoldds

you know, he didn’t bother or annoy me before, which… is quite a surprise. i’ve heard of the charming twins though. don’t get me wrong; how could you not? i never knew two big egotistical airheads could even co-exist for… wait, how long have they been alive for? twenty years? yikes. 

talking more about my own personal encounter with mr. leopold charming, i’d say i have hardly any until more recently. i wouldn’t say he was much of a charmer as the word around the school goes by. if i’ve known any better, i’d thought his father would be the beast than prince charming. at least that would explain his animalistic behaviors and vulgar comments. my cat is more charming than charming.

give it a moment, he needs to process this without his male genitals ruling his senses. there is a familiarity in the curve of her waist and to her hips. now where has he seen this? leo is really no good at matching names to bodies, i mean, if you think about it what the point--- oh shit, 

it’s ivana. 

well, speak of the devil, isn’t this a pleasant surprise?

the common male would be in a state of shame and his cheeks flushing in a shade of flustered pink at the situation. the common male would’ve lamely apologised at his shamelessness and over-indulgent masculinity over women-- but, let’s not entirely forget who we’re talking about, he isn’t a common male whatsoever. i mean, this is leopold sinclair charming, charming and genius extrodinaire ladies can’t help but to drop their flimsy panties for. 

so the flustered and stutter don’t seem to exist. 

“no need to apologise,” he says lowly, graciously, “you’re a pleasant surprise from luci.” he’ll drop the forbidden nickname his twin dares him not to spill, now that he has a fanclub, there is no need for leo to be so kind and doting to him. 

“although, it is rather distressing that you’re here for him...” he complains, charmingly, his elbow rested on his textbooks and chin held on his palm. “but don’t you fret, pretty, you weren’t bothering a soul.” in fact, wasn’t he just talking about the sweet isle’s physique? 

yes, he was. 

his head still resting on his palm, middle finger tapping his jawline in amusement of his thoughts. “it’s ivana isn’t it?” what is his brother doing dillying and dallying around with a girl and he doesn’t know about it? nonetheless the sort from the isle? hm. “what are you doing in our room with dear luci?”

“it’ll really break my heart if your using that isle blood to taint my brother’s lips and not mine...” leo is terribly crude and charming with his words, what will we do without him?

“should we start? ‘cause i’m ready and i’m getting bored waiting.”

[#busted] [@ leopold] [START!-]

oh! is that a blush he sees? that sweet pinkish tint rising to his cheeks are satisfying and the innocent, pure widening of the eyes (as if a prey figures out theres a predator) is a sight. his chest begs to release bounds of chuckles but, let’s not forget, this is leopold sinclair charming, 

he doesn’t lose face. 

“i have preferences, let me be human.” leo muses cautiously, taking into account that this child’s confidence levels were rising up again and he can’t let him outsmart his own game. after all, it’s his game, losing is a lie. 

however, when leo watches the boy straighten up and get himself prepared for battle, ready to crash his pre-destined glory and that idiot smug look and determination (that leo swears jasper stole off him). and the anticipation is thrilling and the friction is sparking he knows that jasper is doing, testing, challenging.  

but he’s playing around too well, having too much fun. 

tut, tut. no can do! not on leo’s watch. 

leo doesn’t like how he thinks he’s got everything in his palm, no, no, no. but he’s gotta hand it to the kid, he’s adapting quick-- but he doesn’t own the game. you can’t play the game like leo does, don’t make him laugh. 

the cracking of the youngling’s fingers is just background music to his schemes. (and without a shadow of doubt, a teensy, tiny twinge of fear echoing in his chest). but- as we know, leo leaves no room for defeat. 

“i can’t wait too, but don’t be too loud, our sweet liko might overhear and get his heartbroken.” because clearly he is of no lust for the younger soul- frankly, the kid wasn’t near the phrase ‘cute’.