Oohhh so instead of putting ‘filter’ and the tag i just put ff? That actually makes sense lol

Why yes there IS a complete tone change immediately after that last sentence. How kind of you to ask 🤭

He got (partially) colored in
And yes those are in fact my headphones what about it

AH SORRY I SHOULD HAVE PUT A TW

Fun fact I’ve (?) been working on bits and pieces of this fic for literally over a year and its what helped me get in contact w the Leo fictive in my head /aff

(why yes he IS listening to Damocles by Sleep Token thank you v much)

As you wish! 🥰

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Hi hi!! Thats mine 🫢 it’s the Prologue of Places to Start

Pre-trauma crashout

Those arms wrap delicately across Leo’s front, thumb resting comfortably in the juncture of his throat and jaw. The other hand helps hold the guitar steady by its lower curve as the first strums fill the slider’s room with music.

I’ve run out of energy but long story short they cuddle and kiss yayy

Slanted eyes meet their matching pair. Donnie simply opens his arms, shell already propped against the pillows at the top of the mattress.

Leo’s huff of exasperation is only half serious. “You’re a menace.”

“Look who’s talking.” Comes the retort. Limbs entangle and sheets crinkle.

Deft fingers screw the plastic into its place. Only once the guitar is transferred into Leo’s arms does he tilt and read the song engraved beside Donnie’s symbol.

They move in silence to the bed. Hands pluck, ready to tune, only to find the strings already prepared for his touch.