leo sijum

charles melton & he/him - male ‷ watch out , leonardo “leo” sijum has crash-landed into roswell !! they look twenty-nine and celebrate their birthday on march 21st. they are from roswell, nm, reside in moonbeam gardens and are currently working as a pharmacist @ roswell community medical. one thing you should know about them is he is a high ranking member in roswell’s drug ring‷

“Oh really?” Mei’s attention went to the dog a moment, scratching behind his ears, her face breaking out into a grin. “You excited about going to play with your friends? I don’t blame you buddy,” she said, addressing the dog as she spoke and chuckling gently. “Maybe he was, I have heard I’m pretty irresistible but that be because I constantly smell of sugar with all the baking I do.” True unfortunately, very, very true. But she could smell a lot worse.

Leo couldn’t resist, a deep laugh left his lips as she pet his pup. “ He loves getting out his energy there . And it ’ s good for me because he just wants to sleep by the time he comes back .” Hearing the woman refer to herself as irresistible was refreshing, even if she was being facetious. “ You do smell especially sweet ,” he agreed.

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‘I admire your confidence.    Not many people know who they can trust,    without a doubt.’     The hummed approval is warm in the back of her throat,    bringing her observation of him into focus.     The surroundings are forgotten,    although her paranoid nature has already had her memorized the exits and the higher risk patrons in the restaurant.    She is prepared,    if anything,    to show her teeth     -    no matter who the threat is.     Still,    she appears soft underneath the lighting.    Looks less sharp,     her features melting into youthfulness and not her usual look of exhaustion and pain.    Her answer to the question is as firm as his,    chews on the meat of the trust she gives only to her loved ones.    Her boys at the base,    her parents back in Texas,    the Cannons,    those she lost in combat,   those who bled out and soaked the ground red.      Are ghosts as loyal as the living?    Perhaps.     ‘I do.      And I’d do anything for them.’      The truthfulness of that declaration sinks into her shoulders,    her spine slacking lightly and makes her seem smaller,    more naive.     She enjoys the topic switch,    and finds a genuine source of amusement in Leonardo’s middle child admittance.     A laugh bursts from her suddenly,    trickles between them with an aged comfort.    She feels safe here,    less on guard.    ‘Does this mean you’re more likely to get in trouble?    Or more likely to avoid it?’     A double-edged question,   and she’s not expecting a serious response,    but her intrigue is there regardless.    ‘I’m an only child.’    A brushed aside reply,     palm settling back on his forearm,    the heat radiating from his skin even underneath the fabric was enough to make her dizzy.    It’s an effect of the scotch,    she’s guessing.    Cheeks aching with the stretch and hold in her smile,    a coo of her compliment following the gesture close behind.     ‘So you’re a poet as well?   I’m impressed.’

“Oh…” Things like that were always so individual. She could never give generalized advice about personal matters. So instead, she softened her voice and said, “Do you want me to distract you? What do you want to do?”

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‘Do you have those right people in your life?’      A direct question,   entangled in curiosity and a subtle desire that she wasn’t sure she was prepared enough to dissect yet.     She wonders if he experiences those moments in between trusting someone and loving someone.    The moments that reveal how truly destined the relationship is,    how much the soul recognizes before it snaps completely.   And it normally does end,    either in blood or coldness,  but still,    it ends.    ‘Are you an only child,   then?’     The assumption is only half-present,   the question poised along the tip of her tongue with a genuine eagerness.    Learning about others and their cultures was alluring to her.    While she was often withdrawn and private,    she enjoyed the depths of intelligence that comes with gaining perspective on strangers,     or loved ones.    She also doesn’t quite know what to do with that apparent flirtation,    he seemed confident in his insinuations.      Avoids thinking too much of what that potential comment could mean regarding women.   Avoids it even more cautiously now that she realizes the thickness of her pulse has increased.     ‘You’re a very smooth talker, Mr. Sijum.’     A form of flattery,   perhaps,    or just a warning.    Either way,   she says it sweetly,   tongue velvet as it enunciates each word carefully,    only to bring his attention back to her mouth.    ‘That’s a very thorough answer,    but I should warn you that some pages of my life are better left unread.’ 

“definitely fourteen, then. because at fifteen i was a freshman in high school and going to senior parties, so i don’t think that counts as childhood anymore,” winter laughed lightly. she wouldn’t deny that she’d sort of skipped the ‘awkward early high school’ years, climbing the social ladder with the assistance of a popular boyfriend. sure, she’d crashed a burned during the spring of her sophomore year, sixteen and bearing the brunt of her first heartbreak because of a boy who’d never cared about her at all, but other than that, she clung to the memory of her high school years with everything she had. “well, bribery gets you everywhere,” she joked back, her gaze focusing on the dog in question as a smile spread over her face, soft and indulgent as she bit her lower lip. his comment, however, catches her a bit off guard - and she can’t stop the next words from leaving her lips. “i’ve never actually been on a date that didn’t hold the expectation of spending the night afterwards.” well - not even, really, since she was used to leaving before the sun came up, but that felt too crass to actually say out loud. she was used to being the one no one wanted to stick around - good for sex, but not worth the relationship parts. but she turned and looked at him, smiling anyway with her best grin, as if she hadn’t just said what she had. “but i suppose if you’re really set against breakfast, we can save that for another time.” 

olivia was on her way into work, she had an early shift today, it was annoying but at least she got to finish at lunchtime. she was in her own little world bopping along to some harry styles when she saw the dog and she saw the man running after him, “need some help?” olivia calls out. 

“Yeah, so we help each other. Duh.” He did indeed take Leo to a bathroom to wash it all off, though they noted: “They probably think we’re fucking in here again.” As people often (wrongly) suspected when they were at Planet 7 together. “But look on the bright side: they might actually think you’re topping for once.” Without heels, he was more or less about the same height as Leo. “When I’m in 6-inch heels, it’s pretty hard to imagine anyone topping me. Like, who even has the logistical ability to top someone who’s almost 7 feet? Lady Liberty?” They shake their head. “Oh. I assume that’s Head & Shoulders For Men, right? So fascinating.”

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‘I suppose secrets are just part of our nature.’    The comment eases out,    not necessarily meaning to sound inconspicuous,    but it holds an erratic edge.    Her flesh seems to warm underneath his gaze,    the sensation of vulnerability almost as thrilling as the deep attraction she has for him.    She hadn’t been lying,   either.    They all had secrets,    humans tended to swallow down their fears and childhood like water.    She was no different.    While she wasn’t precisely a violent person,    there were things she had done overseas that required more attentiveness in her memory.    Except,   she wanted to bury it all.   Denial of war was a challenge,   but it began as a routine   -   like brushing one’s teeth in the morning.     A small smile lingers,   half-engaged on her lips as lithe fingers rest deftly upon his forearm.    ‘I get the feeling not many people succeed in attempting to steal from you,    so I’m not that worried.’    A low and brief laugh,    hand leaving his arm to lazily cover her mouth,    not wanting the old man across the bar to think they were finding amusement in him.    He seemed down on his luck.      Selena returns to her observation of Leo as she brings her glass back to her bottom lip to sip,   the amber liquid creating a trail of heat down her throat.    ‘Well,     what do you most want to know about me?   I can be an open book if I want to be.’ 

with the weather practically perfect and her mind becoming more restless, lila had taken to going for a daily walk. part of her felt like a little old lady, strolling along the streets of roswell like she had nothing better to do, even though she knew she could be more productive. however, the moment that giant dog zoomed past her and left her bamboozled in his wake, the brunette knew that this tuesday wouldn’t be an ordinary tuesday. “is that a dog or a dire wolf?” she teased, head whipping around until she spotted who she could only assume was the owner of the fantastic beast. “is he friendly?”

“Honestly, I could hardly even concentrate because I was trying not to laugh,” Bryce said with a shake of his head. “Come here! I’ll help you with that.” They beckoned for their friend to follow. “And you can help me with guy stuff. I mean, I just realized that I enjoy being in ‘boy mode’ sometimes because it feels like just another form of drag to me.” He gestured to himself out of (normal) drag. “Like, don’t I make a handsome ‘man’?” they ask, air quotes and everything. “I even used 2-in-1 today instead of regular shampoo. Felt so much like I was doing boy drag. I love it. Teach me your ways.”

“Yeah, of course I did.” She hated being too outwardly sentimental, so she hoped Leo wasn’t trying to make her pour her heart out for him. She cared about him as a friend, he already knew that. No need for her to spell it out for him. “What’s up?”

The dog that came barrelling towards Mei certainly took her by surprise, but she didn’t let that stop her; she’d always been a fan of animals, no matter their size, and certainly didn’t want to see them getting into trouble. Noticing the dogs leash trailing behind him, she quickly darted out, stamping her foot down on it before he got to far. She nearly went flying in the process, but she did her best to keep hold of him, crouching down to grab it and fixing the dog with a playful stare. “Who you running away from, huh?”

Leo jogged rather casually to where his dog had been stopped by a polite stranger. “ That would be me . He ’ s too excited about going to day care ,” he offered, laughing and shaking his head. Somedays, the coltish framed man couldn’t even keep Okja steady, so he was surprised how calm his dog was being guided by someone else. “ Thanks for catching him for me . Or maybe he was actually running towards you .”

“nope - well. once i got old enough to be on my own after school, i started watching spongebob, but i was like ten at that point, so i don’t really know if it counts as a formative part of my childhood…” a faint hum falls from the blonde’s lips as she picked up her coffee up, one of her eyebrows lifting. “i taste pretty sweet too,” she all but purrs, punctuating the end of her sentence with a sip of her coffee, going back to her perfectly innocent facade despite the fact that what she’d just said something that certainly wasn’t innocent at all. call it revenge for his comment about licking earlier. the pet name, when it leaves his lips, has her cheeks flaring to life, turning bright pink and making her lean in and bury her face in okja’s fur to hide it, or at least give her a moment to compose herself before she’s straightening back up. “yes, lunch,” she says quickly, hoping to cover up how flustered she is suddenly, when she’d just been spitting big game a second earlier. “and maybe after lunch you can finish that thought, because i’m certainly curious to know what your intentions are.”

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“dude… bestie… i love your enthusiasm and support. but i also really want to help you with that eyeliner, because it’s looking a little… uh…”

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“…hey, you called?”