[ooc: no idea if i'll app this guy yet but let's play anyway, shall we]
Autumnwinter Celebrations
[There is nothing Leona wants to do less than party right now. In fact, he's particularly intrigued by the idea of taking a nap. The problem is, no one seems inclined to let him just sleep. If it's not an imp offering him beer, it's a cherub offering him ginger ale, and anyone who looks Leona's way can tell at a glance that he's downright fuming about it.
Finally, finally, he manages to escape prying eyes by swinging up into a tree, tucking himself between two branches filled with bright yellow and red leaves, and getting nice and comfy in the tree's shade. This... this could be heaven, whether or not he's supposed to be in it.
Of course, when he finally falls asleep, his tail is left hanging down between the branches, the only evidence that anyone's up there (besides the tell-tale sound of snoring for anyone who stands directly below him. It would definitely be a bad thing to disturb this guy, right? You wouldn't just go up to a guy's tail and mess with it, right???]
Heaven's beach/A
[Finally... finally, a place to rest where people are supposed to rest, and so no one can complain about Leona being in their damn territory or whatever the problem is. Surely if this is heaven, no one will disturb him as he lounges (fully clothed, for whatever reason) on a beach chair under an umbrella, savoring the perpetual twilight and light breeze and perfect temperature.
And he isn't disturbed, not for long enough that he's able to fall right to sleep and to stay asleep for a while too. So long, in fact, that when the tide comes in, he's still on that beach chair, snoozing.
It's not until the water knocks his umbrella away that Leona stirs, sitting up, putting his hand straight down into perfectly warm and perfectly clear saltwater. He just kind of sits there for a moment, staring at the water pooling over his chair and around his legs, and eventually...
Leans forward, putting his hand to his temple.]
You've gotta be fucking kidding me.
[Maybe... maybe help him out? Or maybe don't perceive him. That one might be safer.]
Heaven, B
[For absolutely no reason later on, Leona can be found staring out at the ocean again, this time wearing nothing but a beach towel, scowling at another beverage he's been offered. If you pass by him, he'll smirk suddenly, offering—]
Hey. Those little sheep are passing out drinks again. You want this one?
[as if he's being nice, and not just avoiding taking this one to the trash, which is yards away but still within a visible distance.]
It's yours.
[It's an apple spiced latte! or maybe it's a drink with a different effect...?]
wildcard [I didn't have much brain for prompts, so if these don't work for you, tag me with anything! i'm open to it all, just want to get a more solid hold on this guy's voice.]
Leona Kingscholar | Twisted Wonderland | Heavenbound
Autumnwinter Celebrations
[There is nothing Leona wants to do less than party right now. In fact, he's particularly intrigued by the idea of taking a nap. The problem is, no one seems inclined to let him just sleep. If it's not an imp offering him beer, it's a cherub offering him ginger ale, and anyone who looks Leona's way can tell at a glance that he's downright fuming about it.
Finally, finally, he manages to escape prying eyes by swinging up into a tree, tucking himself between two branches filled with bright yellow and red leaves, and getting nice and comfy in the tree's shade. This... this could be heaven, whether or not he's supposed to be in it.
Of course, when he finally falls asleep, his tail is left hanging down between the branches, the only evidence that anyone's up there (besides the tell-tale sound of snoring for anyone who stands directly below him. It would definitely be a bad thing to disturb this guy, right? You wouldn't just go up to a guy's tail and mess with it, right???]
Heaven's beach/A
[Finally... finally, a place to rest where people are supposed to rest, and so no one can complain about Leona being in their damn territory or whatever the problem is. Surely if this is heaven, no one will disturb him as he lounges (fully clothed, for whatever reason) on a beach chair under an umbrella, savoring the perpetual twilight and light breeze and perfect temperature.
And he isn't disturbed, not for long enough that he's able to fall right to sleep and to stay asleep for a while too. So long, in fact, that when the tide comes in, he's still on that beach chair, snoozing.
It's not until the water knocks his umbrella away that Leona stirs, sitting up, putting his hand straight down into perfectly warm and perfectly clear saltwater. He just kind of sits there for a moment, staring at the water pooling over his chair and around his legs, and eventually...
Leans forward, putting his hand to his temple.]
You've gotta be fucking kidding me.
[Maybe... maybe help him out? Or maybe don't perceive him. That one might be safer.]
Heaven, B
[For absolutely no reason later on, Leona can be found staring out at the ocean again, this time wearing nothing but a beach towel, scowling at another beverage he's been offered. If you pass by him, he'll smirk suddenly, offering—]
Hey. Those little sheep are passing out drinks again. You want this one?
[as if he's being nice, and not just avoiding taking this one to the trash, which is yards away but still within a visible distance.]
It's yours.
[It's an apple spiced latte! or maybe it's a drink with a different effect...?]
wildcard
[I didn't have much brain for prompts, so if these don't work for you, tag me with anything! i'm open to it all, just want to get a more solid hold on this guy's voice.]