renxdarling:

florasce:

Leon groaned when he was dragged out of his peaceful dreams by heated touches. Upon his cheek to be exact. The voice was familiar but it took him quite a while to realize who it was, groaning in displeasure for a second time before his eyes eased open. Met by light they narrowed almost immediately, hands raising from the mattress to rub at weary lids for a few seconds, corneas stinging a little. He gave a light shake of his head before placing his hands beneath it, looking up at the other with a wide grin plastered upon his features, raising a brow. “Well hello Rosebud. What’s with all the yelling?" He smacked his tongue against his palate as he stretched his muscles a tad, merely by squirming for a brief moment. A matter of seconds. He then sighed as he shut his eyes again, chest heaving up and down slowly in pace with inaudible breaths. "You should get off my chest—" He trailed off as his eyes eased open for a second time, brows knitting into a furrow as he noticed the changes made to his accommodation, squinting as he gazed at the male atop of him once again. "So, do you intend to clean this up hm? I won’t let you out before you do.”

It took entirely too long for the long limbed hemovore to be roused from sleep, his viridescent eyes still not seeming to want to stay open, though when he was at an awakened state, the oaf was really no better. Hands splayed atop the immortal’s chest as he tucked his legs under himself, a little scowl pulling at his lips when the other had grinned up at him.  What was he so happy about? “The yelling?  You’re supposed to be awake right now.  We had plans, teddy.” At this, a petulant little pout fixed itself upon his lips, hands coming down to slap (although without much force) at his chest, more a display of childish temper throwing than actual irritation.  He wasn’t one to become angry, though he could be impatient, and his behavior was childish and provocative; not in the sexual sense, at least not always, but even provoking others to exasperation or irritation was something of a pastime for the immortal, and this was not any different. “Why? I’m comfortable here, and it isn’t like I weigh anything.  I could sit on your face and be lighter than your pillow. In fact— I might have done it once to some unsuspecting human when I wasn’t quite visible.  But it got boring, just sitting atop someone’s head..” He chuckled, turning his eyes back upon the mien before him, noting the confusion there. “Clean what up?  The flora?” At this, a pout tugs at his lips. “You don’t like my redecorating, teddy?  I gave you Lamium just because.”

Cold digits ran across his own forehead, pushing stubborn raven strands aside to clear his line of vision. Green eyes, with hints of golden by the edges, a temporary occurrence caused by weariness and slight starvation. A result of forgetfulness and of course nothing that would affect him all too much throughout the day, as long as he fed by sundown, were kept focused by the male’s features. “Oh you’re right, I’m sorry Rosebud. It must’ve slipped out of my mind." He snorted in amusement at the light hit, feeling as nothing more than a mere tickle to the vampire himself. However he soon bit down onto his lower lip for a moment, reaching his hand out to let his hand rest comfortable upon the being’s shoulder, cold digits pressing lightly against the fabric of his attire. "How can I make it up to you? Oversleeping I mean.” The uttering was smooth and simple, followed by a yawn and slight stretching of stiff muscles, mainly his legs, the satisfaction it brought causing him to heave a content sigh. “And you shouldn’t pout like that darling it doesn’t suit your features." A cheesy line, standard for the immortal. Easily uttered and always followed by a smug grin. He retrieved his hand sooner rather than later, lain to rest upon his own chest.  In all honesty, Leon could admit to thinking this was a fairly good start of the day, most of the time he woke up alone, rolled over to his side, slept for another hour, then got up, got dressed, drank tea and got down to business. It was becoming a humdrum, habitual, way of life and he disliked it quite a bit. This was at least a good alteration.  "I know your weightless, dummy. I just want to be able to move properly. Wouldn’t want you to fall over." He explained calmly before he snorted in amusement, the back of his hand covering pallid parted lips. "You sat on somebody’s face when they couldn’t see you? Why in the world would you do that?" He shook his head, mumbling a few words in French to himself. (Tu es fou. Jolie mais fou.) Soon however, he heaved a sigh at the other’s words. "It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s beautiful and very well made, I would love to keep it, but if somebody else would happen to step in here, like my cleaning lady, I am quite sure she’d have a heart attack. I don’t want to freak them out." When done speaking he grasped for fair haired male’s hand. "Don’t worry about it, and I’m really glad you gave me Lamium, makes me feel a bit special.”