#leatherfangs

Oh, if summertime could last forever; if she could dance more in the thick, sweltering nights, and bring her berries fresh each day, Haleth would not be one to complain — Yet in her heart there remained joy for the waning of the season, when the nights dipped cool, not overly so, just enough to make a soak in the hot springs truly indulgent.

ARE  YOU  🫵  LEON'S  TYPE  ?

FAIR  ENOUGH  i  should've  specified  but  i  was  REALLY  struggling  with  the  box  spaces  LOL  :  leon's  obsession  with  a  lover  doesn't  usually  extend  into  a  possessive  territory  .  he's  obsessed  as  in  he  wants  to  know  every  single  detail  ,  every  single  nitty  gritty  detail  ,  see  every  inch  of  their  skin  ,  and  pretty  much  just  always  have  his  UNNERVING  ATTENTION  on  you  when  he's  in  the  room  .  and  when  he's  NOT  ,  he's  thinking  about  you  ALL  THE  TIME  .

it's  not  super  duper  healthy  ,  but  it  IS  the  reality  of  his  personality  type  !~

"Aye, well, rather you than me." Balfour wasn't exactly self-conscious - well, not about his looks - but neither had he taken this job as an excuse to get his kit off all the time. Quite the opposite, actually. He was a bit relieved that he just got to stick around outside and do all the busywork rather than be fawned over.

@leatherfangs

And he barks laughter, full-throated in the dark yet gentle as to naught blow out those precious, delicate mechanisms of nearby eardrums. “None entirely were my plan of aching winds and burnt light fixtures,” murmurs he; nuzzling deeper into the blanket, and thus, closer to that waxen, undead skin of Lydia’s prominent collarbone.

He looks for something o’er that dip of the comforter, and spies the hint of logs within her hearth’s untouched fire. He stares at them starkly, wrapping his arms ‘round this delightful, black-studded Being.

Lifting his head, doth Roland borne a whistle, a creaking Sound of reeds and white comets sprinting across a moonlit sky, and a bright spark alights within that fireplace. Soon after, another spark, and then a clasp of flame, and then a roaring burst of warmth and bright light comes aground within that empty hearth.

IT’S LUCK ALONE that they happened to be planning a sleepover already at liddy’s home. she called to cancel with so much disappointment woven into her voice, luke almost couldn’t hear the tinge of something amiss. he has pressed for what was wrong, and that is how luke was able to talk himself into being liddy’s substitute meal for tonight.

he would never sit idly by while she hungers without a means to feed herself until her next patron, and luke has so much blood! he simply does not need all of it. he would give it happily for less reason than this.

"Bite me."

"... well that's."