Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170607213356/@comment-28412230-20170616212609

He gulped, his arms sinking down into to the mattress with his fiance while his hands cupped his face, resting his admittedly paranoid gaze into Leon's. In a span of a full minute, Harvard attempted to compose himself and his beloved, flattening his rich chocolate hair to emphasis it.

"L-Leon, calm down," his voice barely made out, however held bits and pieces of an all too familiar distaste and temptation previous intended two weeks ago, but was slightly scratchy and parched, "Even though as much as you want to, but I don't want you involved into this. Not again - not like last time."

''Once again, the ombre swallowed a pained lump in his throat, briefly stopping his moment of fuss as he hid his face under his arm, sneezing lightly. Harvard readjusted himself and Leon on the bed to the point they were leaning against the headboard, wrapping his lover in a blanket.''

"Hell, even I don't want to get into this... But I'm saying this because I don't want the both of us to get hurt. However, like I said, if she lays a damn nail on Ophelia, I'll promise she will regret it."