Leonidas Doxiadis | Shifter - Snow Leopard (son_of_the_lion) wrote in noir_mystere, @ 2012-07-05 13:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | efimia dounas, leonidas doxiadis |
Who: Effeon.
What: Being cute.
When: Monday evening? Idek!
Why: Cause they haven't seen each other in a month.
Open: No!
Rating: Moderate, they are still just cutesy with a bit of sexiness.
Leonidas has missed his girlfriend over the break, with her being back home in Greece and him being still at School. He'd chosen not to go home though, his Father was a dick that Leonidas just didn't have the tolerance for anymore and his Mother would be ranting non-stop about dating a Mermaid. What his mother didn't know was that Effie was perfect, no matter the species- she was happy, beautiful and she was important to Leonidas, maybe not yet the L word but he could see maybe one day feeling the L word about Effie. So he'd kept Amelie here with him where he could protect her and the trouble she caused was minimal, especially once he'd occupied her time with something she felt was interesting- photographing Shifters.
With his sister preoccupied he'd busied himself with his own stuff; he'd read some of the books he'd wanted to read but had no time for and he'd spent a hell of a lot of time in the gym where he went from in shape and muscular to fit, chiseled and sexy. He's also learnt how to bake because he was planning a few special things for Amelie's birthday and baking was a necessary skill for these plans to work out.
School was school and it seemed a breeze to transition from holidays at school to back to school for academic purposes. He looked hotter and was truly a whole lot happier to have his people back around, especially Effie though he hadn't actually seen her yet, he hoped he would soon.
This evening he was sitting on his bed in a pair of jeans and tight black shirt and grimacing down at the journal Amelie had gotten him. It was bright pink and this alone was putting Leonidas off writing in it, but it was the thought not the present that should count so he manned the fuck up and started using it properly. He had his music playing as he wrote down his thoughts. You don't stop being a soldier just because you're wounded. You stop being a soldier when you become a coward. He'd read that today in one of the War Journals he'd been reading and it seemed to click with him, any military-based metaphor did. He then tucked his journal away in the bookshelf and began to strip off for a shower, he'd only taken off his shirt when his door swung open. "What the-"