َLEON A. SORREL.

Frame by frame, I keep what time forgets.

[َLEON A. SORREL. @FervorOath]

@Capturied Are you seriously picking a fight right now?

[MORWEN M. @Reoigning]

And just like that, Morwen was out cold.

[َLEON A. SORREL. @FervorOath]

@Capturied I don't really give a fuck.

[َLEON A. SORREL. @FervorOath]

@Capturied “Of course, he did." Leon stepped forward and reached for Morwen, fingers closing around his arm. “Morwen. Wake up.”

[MORWEN M. @Reoigning]

⠀
⧆ ❴ . . . montage. ⠀
⠀

[َLEON A. SORREL. @FervorOath]

@Capturied I can fucking see that. Why is he sleeping on you?

[َLEON A. SORREL. @FervorOath]

@Capturied Get your hands off him.

[َLEON A. SORREL. @FervorOath]

Louis looked nothing like a man who had spent the night dealing with a drunk guest. His shirt was half unbuttoned, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. “How long has he been here, @Capturied?"

[َLEON A. SORREL. @FervorOath]

The question died in his throat when he saw the sofa.

Morwen was asleep with his head resting on Louis' lap, completely out of it. His hair was a mess, face still pale from the hangover, and one hand lying loosely against his brother thigh. He looked so comfortable there.

[َLEON A. SORREL. @FervorOath]

⚹ Gua acak-acak aja kali ya ini LA.

[MORWEN M. @Reoigning]

@Capturied “I know.” His fingers idly caught the collar of Louis' shirt, toying with the edge of the fabric. “So, are you going to kiss me or not?”

[َLEON A. SORREL. @FervorOath]

Look at how @Reoigning talks, pouting like that.

[َLEON A. SORREL. @FervorOath]

@Nufarious ⚹ 😇

[َLEON A. SORREL. @FervorOath]

⚹ I probably should start looking for more writing partners to wake Leon up. Menuju kegiatan aktivis rp.

[َLEON A. SORREL. @FervorOath]

@silkenraze I’ve crossed paths with quite a few news anchors over the years. Perhaps I’ll add one more to the list. Something tells me you’re going to be pretty good at the question-asking part, Maira. Should I be worried about what you might ask me?

[َLEON A. SORREL. @FervorOath]

@philocalette Leon Sorrel / 1985. Mainly a film director, though I pick up occasional side quest when I get bored. I’m not much of a snacker, but I’ll never say no to something salty. Chips, usually. Easy, no preparation. If I’m eating before bed, I’d rather not make an event out of it.

[َLEON A. SORREL. @FervorOath]

@Reoigning

[َLEON A. SORREL. @FervorOath]

Desire, once private and almost bearable, began to take the shape of entitlement. 𝘜𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥.

[َLEON A. SORREL. @FervorOath]

But that single, shattering moment in the bathroom was not a catharsis, it was a catalyst. The months of filming that followed became a crucible, forging his obsession in the fires of daily proximity.