#c:leon

A basket of homemade peanut butter biscuits and a case of pale ale sat between them, a decent number of them gone. The inside of her mouth was a hot affair between mary jane and a good bake, which is rather what she thought of herself, honestly. It was a warm reminder that times with Leon were often so easy, mainly because their vices were simple: zeal for the artistic and the unappreciated. Where good food turned into fine cuisine, so did a decent jingle become a platinum album. Though their devotions were different, they were cut from the same cloth. Danny took a long, greedy drag off her joint and tore another big bite from a biscuit. She spoke as all good company does: jolly, and with her mouth full. "So where would you travel to, then? You've only ever seen one corner of one country, mate. You've got to get out and see something. You're an artist. So where would you go first?"

“Say what you want about cheap beer, but that shit goes down smooth”

There was a time he didn't even think he would be the kind of person to attend to a swingers party, and now he was thankful that he did, because he had been just paired up with the most gorgeous he had ever seen in his life, and now they were making their way to where the rooms were. Leon, that was his name, and it had been music to his ears since he first heard it. "Um... So... Do you come to these kind of parties often?" he asked, just a touch of nerves in his voice.

Availability: Closed~ @choileon​

When- After event

Proximity was a hell of a thing. Laura had been aware of it on a subconscious level, the effects of being physically close to someone, regardless of emotional closeness. It had been the catalyst that prompted her to put as much distance between herself and her old life- her old family. Had she not taken the out when she had the chance she’d still be on the farm slaughtering animals and shooting beer cans as a pastime. It was never her speed but she knew had she stayed in it long enough it would be, that was the thing about proximity. 

She was a follower more than an instigator and she’d known the terms of her agreement with Leon. Terms that were slowly shifting into something other than the original ones that had been set and it was possible proximity was to blame. Laura had known how to keep her distance, casual could easily be her middle name. But with Leon quite literally having moved in next door she found herself becoming more and more intrigued with the idea of familiarity. Admittedly finding any reason in the book to stop by whenever boredom crept in. 

When the door opened the wisps of hair that had been loose from her messy bun fluttered around her face, her emerald gaze sailing upwards to meet the familiar face. “I’m here to borrow a cup or sugar,” her smile gave her away and she made a vague motion with her hands that clasped her laptop. “Okay more like wifi, our router has been wonky lately.”

It was stupid. The thought he was playing with in his head was beyond stupid. Why waste his time on this beggar? What could he possibly gain from stopping in front of him and even considering a conversation? Nothing. The answer to that question was nothing, and yet he stood there, in front of the hooded man, unable to keep his curiosity in check.

He had gotten used to the sight, to the sound of it too. But now it was all too different, like something had gone wrong.

the first thing jude heard on the morning of the fourth day in the arena was the word ‘food’. he wasn’t sure where the voice was coming from, but his stomach would surely like to know. in all fairness, the food would’ve been harder to find if the whole arena didn’t now smell like a delicious three course meal. following the smells, jude started to plan what he wanted to eat – something that would remind him of home, since he didn’t know if he’d be able to taste good food ever again.

Walking in to a new TA wasn’t such a big deal. Not until he turned around. It had been four years, but Piper recognised him immediately. Leon? No. Though he’d undoubtedly seen her already, she turns and leaves the room immediately. @lexndavis