Blakemadden​:

complain, complain, and complain is all leo wanted to do right at this very moment. he found solace complaining over his life with a glass in his hand at his favorite spot on the ninth. ah, he was waiting for the sweet relief that would come to sliding himself in his seat with his usual order waiting for him. but today’s extra curricular activities just had to wait. he had a new client that absolutely had to be seen today. 

all he could do was clench his jaw as he fought the desire to abandon the empty class room that was dubbed as his office today. his foot began tapping away as he sat inncorrectly on a student’s desk. his behind was perched on the headrest and his feet flat on the seat. he was hunched over, lost in the vision of elsewhere, till a quiet scuffle made him turn around. 

leo sighed, seeing the combination of big blue eyes and blonde hair.  another pretty young thing to surpass him in life. fantastic, he grumbled in his head. he cleared his throat before greeting her, his voice coming out warmer than his own thoughts. “Hey there, are you,” he turned to grab the resume that was on the desk. lifting up the page as he turned back towards her, he questioned, “Deliah Roche?”  @itsdelilahroche​

blakemadden​:

“Okay…” Blake murmured under her breath because she knew what his questions were referring to, not to mention his tone which was full of shock, to put it nicely. Her hand remained on her stomach as he looked down at it, glancing around the train carriage but no one was listening to them. The members of New York were all entirely in the own world, thank god because this was embarrassing enough just between herself and Leo, the baker didn’t really want anyone else to be viewing it. The issue was the train was hurtling through a tunnel meaning she had no way of getting off, and even if she could it was unlikely Blake could move fast enough to stop Leo from being able to easily catch up with her in a second. “Oh I’m just going uptown to see a friend.” Pretending his why was a question about why she was on the metro…which they both knew it wasn’t. “So…yeah…just…heading there.” She shifted from one foot to the other, trying to work out how to play this one.

-

Leo had no care for their surroundings his mind wrapped around all the possibilities and she wasn’t speaking or giving him answers. Why is she the one surprised? When her reply was straight bullshit and nonsense, he was done playing this game. “Don’t-don’t that, don’t play dumb right now, Blake-- don’t do this to me.” Leo spat out through gritted teeth. His adam’s apple visibly tightening in his throat. His mood immediately lunged into anger. How could she play at a time like this? His life as he knew it was on the line. He spared a thought for his wife which caused his hand to grip around her bicep, holding her close and firmly with his fingers overlapping. “What is that? And is it mine?!” His voice not only rising in volume but in vemon. It was like a fuse had been lit and he was ready to set off even more.

Tell us one weird fact about yourself

"I have a terrible sweet tooth."

renfarber​:

He smiled at her, and she was twenty-one again, and the guilt that she’d been suppressing broke through. Before him, she’d never believed that she had the power to hurt anyone. She’d known that Leo loved her, but she hadn’t known how much, until she watched as his heart shattered in her hands. She hadn’t wanted that power ever again, so she’d never let anybody else that close.

And so, “Fuck no,” was her response to his question. It was automatic, instinctual, and she had no time to think better of it before the words were out of her mouth. “I mean… I’m happy that you’re happy, but it’s just not… for me, I don’t think,” she said, looking down at her hands and wondering how much was too much to say. “I do have a kid, though, so… that’s weird.”

-

Leo’s eyes widened slightly at her response. He had once objected to the idea of marriage just as strongly as she did. Especially after things ended with Serenity all those years ago. But meeting his wife made him see how beneficial life with a partner could be. Happy, though? He forced a nod, agreeing with her that he was happy. That’s how a marriage was suppose to be. Or appear to be. 

“A kid?” He questioned, his voice chiming too loud with surprise. “Like a whole person that you grew inside you and then…” he gulped thinking about delivering a baby and then being stuck with it. “That is weird. You’re a mom now.” He agreed and then began to mess with his popcorn bucket. not having the appetite for the snack. This was a lot to learn. There was a child out there that was hers. He bit his lip as he looked at her and tried to picture it. But the only thing his mind went to was who was the man that shared half of her son with. “Your boyfriend’s the father; I’m assuming?”

blakemadden​:

The way Leo looked down at Mira hadn’t gone unnoticed by her mother, how could it when something she wanted so badly for her daughter was for her to have the love from her father that she herself had never gotten? Her entire expression along with the feeling in her chest softening as she watched his expression changed. Everything else might be up for debate but Leo loved Mira and that was the biggest win the new mother could think of.

“You didn’t? Oh Leo! You didn’t have to do that. Thank you.” Leaning over she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, not really thinking about the implication of the move and how it might seem more than platonic with him than it might someone else until her lips were actually against his skin. Still, to be fair the past was that good. And that expensive. “I’m absolutely starving, no one tells you how much you have to eat when you’re breastfeeding, I swear all I’m doing at the moment is stuffing my face.” If Mira was eating then chances are Blake was snacking too, just to keep herself going. And right now carbs were her best friend - it was like Leo had read her mind.

Bouncing Mira gently as the man closed the door she turned around so he could greet the baby properly, shaking her head hurriedly at his words. “We would never do that. I was telling her that daddy was an actor, and he had lots of dark hair just like her, and that’s probably where she got it from. Didn’t I baby? We were talking all about it.” She was touched that he was concerned about swearing in front of her, it was something she didn’t really want to encourage after all, even if she was a matter of days old. Unable to stop a little laugh she looked at him fondly, this wasn’t the man she’d been scared to tell about her pregnancy anymore, this was someone else entirely. “It’s okay, it’s an adjustment that’s for sure, i went to turn the blender on earlier before I remembered she was asleep and if i did that I’d end up with a screaming baby on my hands. It’s mad how quickly everything has changed.” Looking back down at their daughter as she slept all snuggled in her knitted blanket, god she was cute, it was almost too much for Blake’s heart to handle.

-

“It’s nothing.” Leo had meant to say, but he swallowed the words when Blake kissed his cheek. If his levels of confusion weren’t already maxed out, he would have questioned it. He nodded as she spoke about her eating habits. Leo’s been... very attentive when it came to Blake’s mannerisms and habits after Mira was born. In short, Leo’s life had been altered because of the changes a woman’s physical and mental health goes through after giving birth. So he read the books, and kept an eye on the mother of his child. 

He felt so dumb at what he had said, and his reaction to it. Mira was only days old and couldn’t understand him. But it still all mattered to him. He wanted to build the right relationship and impression with Mira. Even if she couldn’t even lift her own head.  His eyes lit up when Blake mentioned telling Mira that he was an actor. He hadn’t called himself one in years. He continued to look at them as he just melted all the more when Blake mentioned the similarities of their hair. She really was his daughter. 

Leo had no choice in the matter of becoming a father. But he knew he had the choice whether or not to accept the role. It still shook him when he remembered, if he had gotten drunk enough to forget. Blake’s secret from Leo may have finally came out into the world, but Leo was still keeping secrets. The list he was keeping from his wife was fairly a lot longer than the lists he had with Blake and Ren. But they were secrets nonetheless. But he did not hide his choice in being Mira’s father. Mira was a light that he wanted to show off. Though he was still adjusting his eyes to it. “Yeah it is mad,” He mumbled as his eyes left the image of mother and daughter. There was so much that had to be said, but over the last couple of days and right at this very moment, he didn’t know where to start. “We never really got to talk about it.” He said, shoving his hands into his pockets, in order to do something. “Like what we wanna do... how we feel...” he trailed off and then looked at her face to meet her eyes if she let him. 

renfarber​:

Ren took out her phone (a cardinal sin of movie-watching, but nobody else was around to care), and hesitated before opening the folder. It was weird how instinctual and animalistic it was, this need to protect her baby. Logically she knew that showing a photo of her child wouldn’t put him in any danger - especially not with Leo. He’d always been so good to Ren, even when she hadn’t deserved it. Leo wouldn’t hurt a soul, right?

So she tapped the folder and found her favorite picture of her son. “His name is Max,” she said, beaming at the photo before showing it to Leo. “I named him after my dad.” She waited for the inevitable comment about Max’s blue eyes - the first thing everyone noticed. Every other part of Max had come straight from Ren, but his father’s eyes were all anyone wanted to talk about. They were beautiful, though, she had to admit. 

“It’s… bizarre, how much has changed, huh?”

-

Leo squinted at the imagine of a baby boy in a onesie with his limbs up as if reaching towards the camera. It was clear to see that the boy was happily reaching out towards his mom. It brought a smile to Leo’s face as he realized this. He looked a little longer now and only saw the bits of her that were passed down to her child... especially that smile. “Max,” he repeated the name then finally met her eyes at their new close proximity. “He’s beautiful, he looks just like you.” Leo commented, holding his stare on her face. Realizing what he said, he felt a blush start at the nape of his neck. He’d indirectly had called her beautiful. He cleared his throat trying to shake off the feeling. “Yeah, it is bizarre.” He said trying to get his mind back on track. “You have a baby, and I’m married. Who’d have thought?”

blakemadden​:

Blake settled the baby next to her father on the blanket, knowing Leo would want to spend some time with his daughter. For all the man’s downfalls there was one thing she was sure of and that was that he was a very dedicated father. He loved Mira just as much as she did, and for that the woman was beyond grateful. The little girl was always safe with him. “She likes that umbrella, look at how wide her little eyes are.” The brunette grinned as she joined the two of them, turning onto her side as well so she could look at both Leo and Mira, this was turning in a weirdly surreal but perfect day at the beach if you asked her. “Please don’t call her spawn, it makes me think of like…tadpoles or something. It’s so strange.” She giggled, rolling onto her back as she covered her face with both hands, shaking her head. Made sense that the man would want to go to some of the less tame parts of Pride too, it was Blake’s personal choice not to and she knew that. “Oooh that sounds dangerous. Uncle Xav and daddy together at the same party? We should stay away from there baby girl because it’s going to get crazy…” she stage whispered in her own sing song voice, knowing full well the man would be able to hear it as she grinned.

-

Leo laughed, hanging his head back for a second before relaxing it back on his hand. “Tadpoles,” he repeated with a little scoff, shaking his head. He had forgotten how silly Blake could be. The new mother had been so stressed and at often anxious. It was good to see her in the sun and bringing up tadpoles. The slyest grin grew upon Leo’s lips as Blake told Mira what his plans were. Leo was now a father, but he wasn’t going to let that change his ways entirely. Just like his marriage was unable to cage him. But laying on a beach and hiding from the rays with his daughter and her mother was tamer than he’d ever been at Pride. He had been a regular ally to the event even since before meeting Xavier. His best friend just opened the door to the even wilder side. “Buckwild is the threshold for this year’s Pride. Are you and my spawn going to be out here all day?” Leo asked, smiling as he held back a laugh. He was clearly amused with himself and his new word for his little girl. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he rephrased his question out of feeling some guilt. “Okay, okay, are you and Mira going to be out here all day? Cause if so, I could get you food before I grab Xav later.” 

renfarber​:

who: @le0davis​ where: some half-abandoned theatre in lower manhattan what: in which leo and ren get slapped in the face with nostalgia

This wasn’t Ren’s first time away from Max, but it still felt weird every time she left him with her mom. Being alone felt unnatural now, like she was missing a limb. She’d spent her entire life trying not to get too attached to anyone at all, and now here she was, heart aching for a boy. All that being said, she did find a moment to marinate in the eerie silence of the almost-abandoned cinema. Just as she’d suspected, there was absolutely no one in here, and the ticket seller had looked at her like maybe she was a ghost.

The film was an obscure horror film from the 50s called The Creeping Unknown, and the old floors creaked as she made her way through the empty auditorium to find a seat. It was the perfect atmosphere for some much-needed alone time… but then she saw the mop of curls peeking over a seat in one of the middle rows. Not only had this intruder invaded her quiet night, but they’d also taken the best seat in the place. Despite herself, she was intrigued, and made her way over, just to see what kind of person had the same strange idea of a fun night…

But of course it was him.

“…Leo?” she asked (but who else would it be?). 

-

Leo needed a moment to himself that didn’t involve women, work, or alcohol. he needed the silence and care that a theatre could give him. He scored as he sat down on the perfect seat, dead center of the entire theatre. It was completely empty. Just him and the silver screen. It was a haven that he hadn’t had in a long time. And of course, it was an obscure science fiction horror film was a comforting choice for him. He sat comfortably with a small bucket of popcorn in one hand with his soda on the ground in front of the left seat beside him. 

He had heard the theatre creak but had thought nothing of it. Until he had heard a voice, he flinched at the sound of his name. Who had found him here in his safe space? He turned his head to see the owner of the voice. He looked at her, stunned, with his hand frozen in his popcorn bucket. “R-ren?” he questioned with narrowed eyes as he looked upon her in the dim lighting. He couldn’t believe it. and then it happened, a brief flash of the first time he saw her to the painful last time he had seen her. it was like his heart in his chest was given a tight squeeze and dragged down to his stomach. “uhh,” he drawled through the pain. it had been ten years but it felt like yesterday, seeing her now. “i’ll leave.” he blurted out, standing up so abruptly, bits of popcorn flung everywhere. 

nate-jones​:

In a way, Nate expected to be punched, shoved, or have soemthing else done to him. It was New York, where people were always on a high alert, and being defensive was no surprise. After all, this was on him; he was a complete stranger following someone home, it was almost as if he was begging for something to happen. To his surprise, however, the man actually seemed worried, and at his request, he nodded along, taking a deep breath- and a step back, to give the other the privacy he had been depraved of.

“Oh yeah. I probably should have called you, right?” Funnily enough, the idea of calling the man never even came to Nate’s mind. It would have been so much smarter to do that, but then again, would he have gotten anything out of it? Would he had just ended the call once he had heard that Nate had no money to pay for the classes? “Sorry about that. I just assumed it’s easier this way, you know? But now that I really think about it, this is creepy. I mean, I kind of wanted to approach you after class, rather than follow you, but-” But he was ranting once more, and, smiling sheepishly, Nate shut up, instead taking another deep breath as he held onto his backpack.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated once more, knowing that he had to start all over again, and, most likely, be really, really quick about it. How long could he keep the man waiting like that before the other lost his patience? Not that Nate expected it from him, but he simply understood; he understood how frustrating it must have been to have a complete stranger follow you like that. “I know you’re an absolutely fantastic acting coach, and I’ve been  trying to branch myself out. I’m a dancer- I’m a ballet dancer at NYCB- and I know how limited that sounds, but I’ve done a lot when it comes to different styles of dancing, and just choreography in general. I also know how to fight. But I really, really want to learn how to act, or even get some tips on how to do it, how to start.” By no means was he anywhere close to being good at that. And right now, he was struggling to even attempt to sell himself. “The thing is, I only have enough money for what’s probably one lesson, at best. But I’m willing to do whatever you need- if you need anything!“ He probably had plenty of contacts  everywhere, but it didn’t hurt to try. Probably.

-

“Yeah you should have called me,” leo couldn’t help but repeat the kid’s words like he was making a joke. it would have saved leo the surprise. he hated surprises unless he was the one to cause them. he listened to the kid’s explanation and apology once more. though leo waved off the apology, he wanted him to get to the point. leo’s eyes squinted and his brows moved up and down as he took the guy’s verbal resume that was tumbling onto to leo’s ears. he blinked when the boy was finished and lips pursed wondering how he could even respond to all of that.

“A ballet dancer?” Leo sized him up, not hiding it in his eyes that he was surprised. “Look, kid, charity work is probably good and all, but I don’t have time for it.” He said, a reflex reaction to being asked to do something for free. Though Leo had been on the other side many of times. He still wasn’t completely sure if he should help the boy out. Leo continued to look at him, still evaluating everything he had learned from other’s ranting. But if he had the dedication to be a ballet dancer in New York and be able to make it into the NYCB... Leo could practically taste the potential. and passion was easy to see in the kid’s kind eyes. Plus having someone owing you a favor in the city was always a good thing to possess. 

“Tell you what, kid, you pay for the first lesson, and I’ll decide if you even have the chops to continue trying to act. If you do, then I’m sure we could figure out something out.” He said and with an open palm patted the kid on the back once. “Just do not ever follow me, again.” He glared down his nose as a warning, but in the same instance took out his wallet. Leo plucked a business card from one of the slits and offered it to the boy. “These are my contacts, use them.” He said, amused with himself. “Now do you have a name, sport?”