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[thelionspurr]

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[poisonista]

[ There's a bit of a tiny commotion today. Seems like there's a dorm leader visit— and though he hasn't come alone, the other two are lingering behind as they talk.


Vil, on the other hand, has already sent word he is requesting a meeting with Leona, though he does have an official excuse with needing him to actually show up for dance and modelling practice. Which he's handling personally and professionally. But also—

He's watching the crowds of murmuring underclassmen, some who seem to recognize him and some who both do and are pretending they don't. And some who look nervous. Ugh. He knew it! ]

If he sleeps through this again, he'll have another thing coming!

[thelionspurr]

[Leona was not in fact, awake. At all. He was actually rather asleep. Once he sees, and smells the commotion.


…he’s going to call for Vil to meet with him privately in his room. They can talk business or whatever. ]

…to what do I owe th’ visit?

[He looks so sleepy. ]

[poisonista]

[ He has the foresight to at least send Rook and Epel back, they have their own classes to attend to. And he knows Ruggie's off on his own commitments as well— as Jack told him.

Which of course makes this private meeting as private as it could be so long as Rook doesn't interfere. So at first, he'll announce loudly enough for any eavesdropping: ]

Since you decided to sleep through our practice, you'll be taking it in here.

[ And almost instantly, he raises his hand and casts his silencing spell- it won't last very long but it'll be long enough for them to talk. ]

I've had beastmen underclassmen sniffing around me and giving me more frightened looks than usual! What did you do??

[thelionspurr]

Oh, hah. Finally noticed, did you?

[He gets up, sniffing him out again and presses his lips to the back of his neck. He’s pleased with it. ]

Bit you last time. Looks like I need to do it again. Fix it.

[poisonista]

[ Thankfully for Vil, both his dorm uniform and school uniform have high collars, so he can conceal it—

But he doesn't move away at the kiss, cheeks burning red and turning his gaze to a side to watch him out of his periphery. ]


... and what exactly does this bite suggest?

[thelionspurr]

…that yer mine. The way you were railin’ me, didn’t think you would mind too much.

[ THE QUEENIE GOT MARKED.

He chuffs a laugh, dropping his lips over the mark again.]

[poisonista]

"Yours"...

[ Something about that makes his heart race and maybe there's some sort of anxiety there too. Mostly because he's not sure if this changes things though his eyes do close when he feels Leona's lips against the back of his neck again. ]

... are you suggesting we're in a relationship?

[thelionspurr]

Lions claim what is theirs. What do you find that to mean? Beastmen probably think about this differently.

I just knew I wanted you to have my marks on you.

[ Not even Leona is knowledgeable in more mortal relationships.

He wanted Vil.

He has Vil.

He gently tugs the back of the shirt down, not enough to damage the fabric since he is being somewhat mindful today.]

It looks good on your pale skin.

[poisonista]

[ His hair is up in his dorm uniform style so when Leona pulls down his collar it's a clear view of his mark.

Vil can't see it but he knows every time it's ached, he's thought of him, and he's not sure how he feels about that. There's a full ache in his heart, because as much as he wants to continue to doubt him, and suspect malicious intent, he knows he can't entirely, even if he can't rule it out. ]

... then answer me this. Why am I yours? We've been attracted, yes. But if this means more, you need to use your tongue and say so. I'm not a beastman and don't know what you want out of this from me.

[ Even if Leona can likely smell that even through his anxiety- he's happy about this. ]

[thelionspurr]

I’ve got what I want.

[ He is embarrassed to admit it, stubborn to admit it even. He huffs again, pressing a kiss to the mark.

He wanted Vil, he got Vil.

Leona doesn’t know how to word it! So what does he do? He just sinks his teeth into the mark again.]

[poisonista]

Leona—!!


[ What is he doing?? Messing with him?? Trying to embarrass him— but if he wanted that, he'd do it where everyone could see, except a lot of the beastmen are being strange so is he scenting him?

All his thoughts grow scrambled when he's bitten, the sensation suddenly going all the way down through his body and he hates how he loves how weak-kneed it makes him. He ends up sinking a little against Leona without thinking, still a bit agitated. ]

Damn it...

[thelionspurr]

[ Bingo! He is scenting him. So other Beastmen won’t touch Vil. A safe passage into Savanaclaw, and a mark of “mine”.

He laps at the bite again. Cleaning it up.]

I am making you as mine because you are mine. It is very simple.

Other Beastmen won’t touch you. Consider it a mark of protection on my turf.

Mine.

[poisonista]

[ His ears are red now too, and while he still don't know what he means for them, it's... something quite telling and he's not sure how to really take it.

He turns around, then, looking at him firmly. ]

I can protect myself just fine. Do you think these spudlings have anything over me?

[ But it's not said with much bite either. Rather... he isn't rejecting it, looking into his eyes. ]

You're absolutely impossible, Leona Kingscholar.

[thelionspurr]

[ Leona doesn’t know what it means either. There is just an urgency in claiming Vil. Someone else would if he didn’t.

But he thought he didn’t care.

Maybe he cares.]

Thought you liked a challenge, Schoenheit?

[He huffs, resting his head on Vil’s shoulder. ]

You piss me off, still.

[poisonista]

Isn't this you chasing away challenge...

[ Exasperated. But when Leona brings his head close like that, he lifts a hand to touch the back of his head, by the base of his ears. ]

You're infuriating at the best of times.

[ But he keeps him there. ]

What happens now?

[thelionspurr]

Mortals won’t heed as well as Beastmen will.

[ He sighs slowly. Letting himself rest against Vil for a moment. As long as the room is enchanted…]

I didn’t think this far, y’know. Honestly thought you were fuckin’ with me.

[poisonista]

I thought that was your plan.

[ His fingers continue to move across the back of his head, against the cute ears... ]

We haven't exactly been the best company, have we?

[thelionspurr]

[These two have been hurt Too Many Times. Trauma is fun. And also very awesome.

He laughs. Ears flicking gently. ]

I probably won’t ever be the best company.

But you like that, yeah? I find you so infuriating, so maddening.

[ He laps at the mark again, careful that be makes sure Vil’s shirt stays clean.]

It’d be too quiet without you runnin’ your mouth.

[poisonista]

[ Way too many times, but he does let out a soft huff. ]

Careful, Kingscholar. You almost sound like you enjoy it when I nag you.


[ His arm to his side goes to tug him in by the waist, unsure of how to feel about this. But he does lean in a bit. ]

Don't get too cocky. I may be letting you enjoy me now, but I can become just as poisonous if you toy with my feelings.

[ This is the softest they've ever been... it's a little unsettling. And he doesn't hate it at all. ]

[thelionspurr]

[It is a healthy threat from the both of them. He noses higher. Teeth scraping but not marking. ]

How long are you staying today, hm?

[ It’s a low drawl again, enticing him.]

[poisonista]

Long enough to have you make up for the practice you missed. You're not going to let Professor Crewel's effort go to waste.

[ They have a fairy fashion show to worry about. But, he tilts his head a bit, as though letting him explore, his own lips brushing against the side of his neck. ]

Do it well and I may even reward you.

[thelionspurr]

[Incredibly tempting. He likes being rewarded. But he also likes being the one to give reward too.

His attention on Vil’s neck doesn’t cease. ]

Then stay here long enough for that.

I’ve other things in mind.

[poisonista]

You're not going to sleep while I'm here. Think you've been doing enough of that already.

[ Still gently scritching the base of his ears!! ]

[thelionspurr]

Right of course.

[ He's not one for being too careful, so he's quick to push Vil against the bed in his room, reaching down to loosen his trousers before making him sit. Leona has other plans in mind, other than whatever Vil came here for of course.

It gives them some space to figure out what they mean with all of these claims, and Leona enough time to push back any thoughts of just being hurt again.]

[poisonista]

!!

[ He blinks in surprise- he showed up in his dorm uniform, so you know. He's all prettily dressed up in his robes though yes it does have pants underneath. ]


- Leona, what...?!