#dsgabriel

dsgabriel

“is that so?” he feigns hurt. leo’s arms now crossed and his perfectly shaped brow arches. the statue he holds looks like a handsome structure. leopold sinclair charming is a brilliant art installation of the institution-- no matter angry or distressed. 

he doesn’t think his ex- bedwarmer means those words.

you know why? 

“you’re probably angry because you can’t help your thoughts trail to the images of my pale skin and plump lips you miss so much. let’s not forget the way you liked it when i held you down-- don’t get anger and lust mixed up now gabe baby.” 

“i’m fine,” he snaps, gathering up his necklace and the crocodile tooth that had slipped off when the cord had broken when he had unexpectedly collided with the older male, toppling back from the weight of his backpack along with the surprise. 

irritation emanates off of his body in waves as he carefully slides the charm back on, examining the frayed thread with a blank expression.

and though his expression remains the same, he seems to have calmed himself down considerably, breath evening out to a normal pace. he stills, glancing up at the hand still in front of his face before hesitantly reaching up and grasping it. “i’m sorry,” he apologizes quietly, as he uses the leverage to stand up.