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โ โ โ โ โ โ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐. LIS oc. sean prescott's bastard son ๏น another source of shame. dancer, actor and film student. ๐๐. both muse ๐ฌบ mun are 18โ.
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washed the blood off. mostly.
" hey. "
said as he moves to lean his back against the railing beside her, eyes on rowena, mildly curious.
" sorry to have kept you waiting. "
he makes rowena wait for a little while : he'd been busy cleaning up the mirror shards from the floor and, of course, managed to cut his fingers open in the process so when he eventually does show up to the rooftop, most of his fingers are covered in bandaids. at least he'd +
Though Rowena can't read his mind, or be privy to what had just occurred in his room, Lysander's phone does light up with a text shortly afterward.
> rooftop .แฃ
Her makeup is perfect as always and her outfit accentuates her body in all the right ways. Fitting for someone of -
in frustrated anger, he dropkicks his bag across his room and knocks a mirror over in the process. without even attempting to catch it, he watches it fall and shatter, and how the shards of glass spread across the floor like diamonds.
. . . sigh. fuck.
if there was one thing lysander didn't expect to happen at this party, it was cassandra approaching him. she'd made it quite clear over the past few weeks that she had no issue moving on from him and pretending that whatever they had didn't happen, and lee had assumed the same +
trend would continue.
so when he feels a hand grasp his wrist and turns to look, only to see it's ๐๐๐ who's tugging him into an empty room, away from the crowd, it's safe to say he's . . . surprised.
whether it's positively or not, that remains to be seen.
+
into it, to press closer into josh's space. he's hungry for attention, were it cassandra's or someone else's . . . and josh's will do splendidly for the time being. ~
" it's cassandra for people like us ", he corrects, though his tone is cheeky, grin plastered on his face, " and there seems to be plenty of things we don't know about her. "
what a strange thing, to be talking about her when he's about to make out with a guy. he ponders, +
Cheeky little devil, this one, but Josh prefers that to shy little wallflowers. He enjoys being visibly desired.
"I didn't think Cass would be into bossy boys, interesting," he says, then leans in to gently nip Lee's bottom lip between his teeth, just enough to tease.
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perhaps he shouldn't be thinking about her but joshua, and the kiss he's about to receive, and the familiar tingle of excitement in the pit of his stomach.
either way, that train of thought is cut short once their lips finally meet, and lee isn't ashamed to put heat and want +
" that's one way to put it, i suppose ", he snorts, gaze now dipping lower; he's quite shameless in the way he looks at josh and how, once it lifts, lee's gaze focuses on his lips.
his own form a grin at the touch, such a teasing thing.
" give me your best shot, +
Josh raised a curious eyebrow at that statement.
"Oh? Are you another young man she has never met before?" he asks teasingly, stepping closer.
As Lee leans against the wall, he places one hand flat beside his head, leaning forward, and with his free hand, he tips a ~
cass โ sorry, ๐ค๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ข โ, you're good enough for me. ~ "
and, to be perfectly honest, he couldn't deny being slightly curious.
lee leans his shoulder against the wall, clearly not minding the attention. he smiles still, eyes taking in the sight of josh, now that he's so up close and personal.
" sure ", he says with a shrug, tongue briefly running over his lower lip, " if you're good enough for +
Once the closet door shuts behind them, Josh rakes his gaze down Lysander's body.
"You good to go for it?" In Blackwell there's a strong chance a guy will be into it, but he wants to be sure. Especially after so embarrassingly messing up with Avery.
oh โ- josh. the one from alexis' article. the one cassandra did not do anything with, allegedly.
lee wears a smile, of course. charming.
after him. ~