calculated crossings; [vienna/tyrone]

[leone michelangelo moretti]

In a single day Leone Moretti's whole world had been flipped backward and turned upside down... and in a very perverse and rather obscure way. He hadn't slept for three days, not after his first encounter with his new master, and was stressed on edge throughout the entire break from the other boy. He was supposed to arrive at the house earlier, but after an anxious fit had to push his entrance forward a few hours, until he was ready to face seeing his master again.

The chain of the key was held tightly in his quivering hand, and bumped against the outside of the keyhole as he clumsily tried to open the door while shaking with terror and nervousness. Once inside he observed the foyer was far beyond beautiful, like every trinket was worth more than his whole house back in Italy. Leone wasn't used to even seeing homes like these, and stared with an open mouth and wide eyes at the scene before him. And even better, the house was virtually empty. No sounds aside from the humming of multiple appliances, and no movement from another being in sight. He expected his master to be there waiting for him, but relaxed when Tyrone was nowhere in eye or earshot.

So the boy took this opportunity to explore, darting around the kitchen almost like a puppy would. He didn't make much noise himself, he rarely did even if he was alone, and was careful not to touch anything that didn't look like it should be touched. Despite against being a slave, Leone was acted just like a pet now, exploring this new place nervously, knowing that even if he spent time here it still didn't belong to him.

After a bit of snooping the boy settled by the window, staring longingly at the pool outside the home.

[vienna september reynolds]

we are broken what must we do to restore

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Vienna ran past another SUV on her way home. She was jogging, part of the way leisurely, part of the way hardcore. She was getting back in shape, again, for gymnastics, which she had taken a break from ever since she had gone to Spain. It was a really bad thing to do because being away for a year and a half did not bode well with a trained body. However, she decided to do the program and so she left on the trip, knowing she’d be without training for a year and a half. But, the good news was, she was still a college sophomore and she still had a little bit of time left is she really pushed herself. It was a complete fantasy if she even thought of going to the Olympics especially since she would be over twenty-one when they took place. Vienna had her hopes set on compeering in nationals though, and that was what really motivated her to move her ass.

Rounding a corner onto her street, she exhaled forcefully, making sure that she continued to breathe. She had spaced her run so that she would have gone ten miles by the time she got back to her front door. With her muscles burning and her breath harsh, she was thankful that her house was less than a mile away and quite within her reach. Grunting in a very unladylike fashion, Vienna kicked herself into high gear as she pushed for that last bit of distance.

As she ran up the steps to her front door, Vienna smiled. She was quite accomplished, if she could say so herself. It felt nice to be done though. She inserted the key into the lock and opened her front door. The feeling of AC was cool against her hot skin and it relaxed her immediately. Walking, she made her way in the kitchen and went straight for the refrigerator. Grabbing the first water bottle she saw, Vienna quickly swung the door shut and twisted off the cap, thirsty for the deliciousness and the refreshment. She easily polished off half of the water bottle in about thirty seconds before she sighed, leaning against the counter.

Vienna closed her eyes before pushing herself up and walking towards the living room. Her feet were a little heavy as she crossed the hardwood but she didn’t really care. She had just run ten miles and she deserved to be a little clumsy. Crossing her arms at the hem of her shirt, Vienna peeled the thin tank top off and tossed it on a nearby table. Opening her eyes, she saw that she wasn’t actually alone, like she had expected to be. Instead, there was a younger boy in her house who looked to be no older than sixteen. Trying to control her panting breath, Vienna took a few steps closer to the boy before she hitched her hand on her hip. Cocking her head to the right, she inquired, “What are you doing here?”

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STATUS!? finisheddd
TAGS!? lyke ohemgee leone and ty
OUTFIT!? click here & a white sports bra
MUSIC!? we are broken - paramore
NOTES!? wa wa wahhhhh

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[leone michelangelo moretti]

The boy had settled on the ground with his legs tucked under his body, practically pressed up against the window as he became mesmerized by the pool. He had forgotten where he was, he had been so transfixed on the water, the serene and gentle way of the ripples and quivers that everything around him seemed to stop. Not like it was very active in the first place.

For reasons unknown he was always obsessed with water, more specifically being in it. Ironic, that Leone could barely even swim, he could only flop his hands around and kick in a doggy-paddle-like fashion. Hell, the boy even hated putting his head underwater, and found that if he swam for too long there was a crick in his neck from straining to keep the tip of his chin from touching the surface. These strange ticks were always about Leone, it seemed every simple task he had to do in a specific way, as if he was too scared to conform with everyone else. But really there were just bad marks in his past that made him afraid of almost everything, like he'd be screwing up or doing it wrong. A reason that even though the pool looked so comforting and cool, he'd never be able to go in unless he knew he was completely alone.

With a soft sigh the slave finally felt at ease, closing his eyes while wavering just a bit in his spot. Only the sound of a door opening and foot steps made him jump to his feet, pulse racing and posture tense. "T-ty...?" he could barely speak the other's name, and held fists tight and defensive against his chest, blue eyes searching for the source of the noise.

When he spotted a female Leone relaxed momentarily, his shoulders slumping and a hasty breath passing his lips. He got lucky, it wasn't his master but instead a stranger... taking off their shirt..? The boy froze again, eyebrows furrowing and head tilting to the left. He'd never been in this type of situation before, generally girls ignored him or just pinched at his cheeks calling him cute, even if it wasn't Vienna's intention, she was probably the first girl Leone had seen so.. undressed.

"Oh..." he turned his gaze to the side, carefully not to direct his gaze in any inappropriate places. Not like he exactly wanted to look, sure he was attracted to the gentle and soft beauty of feminine creatures, but with that came no sexual desires. Leone was homosexual even if he didn't quite realize it yet. The idea of sex and physical contact with either gender was repulsive to him right now. "Ah.." he stuttered and shifting around in his spot, suddenly faced with the dilemma of explaining himself. "Ty is my..." but he couldn't finish the sentence, couldn't pinpoint the exact explanation that could possibly explain his interruption. "I'm with Ty." And he left it at that, leaving her to make any sort of connection she wanted to. He didn't specify their relationship on purpose, he was still too embarrassed to admit he was a slave, and didn't even know who the hell this girl was.

[vienna september reynolds]

we are broken what must we do to restore

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our innocence and oh the promise we adored give us life again cause we just wanna be whole[/font][/center]

Vienna tilted her head to the right and to the left, cracking her neck, stretching out, yet again. Her muscles were starting to tense a little since she wasn’t moving. It was best to always walk after a long run, to cool down from the workout but instead, Vienna simply stood there, staring at the boy. She had to admit that she was curious as to whom he was but at the same time, she wasn’t very afraid that she didn’t know him. He had to know someone that she knew. After all, her house was a little off of the beaten track. It was the back of the neighborhood of upper Creighton—probably one of the more elite neighborhoods in the city of Creighton, and Vienna was pleased for a bit of privacy. It seemed as though, at times, the world could just intrude on your life and your sanity and just really make you all caught up and she was happy when she got the place that it was more of a place she could have all to herself.

Her eyes focused in on the boy who was about five feet in front of her. He was awkward and scared but at the same time, adorable. Her eyes softened a little bit as he stuttered over his words. Apparently she had made him very nervous with her presence. She did attribute some of that to her clothing or rather, lack thereof. Vienna looked down at her chest before looking back at the boy. In the meantime she rolled the band around her waist so her shorts were just a little bit higher. It wasn’t for his benefit but rather, for hers. Her shorts were quite sweaty and just flipping over the waistband made her feel better. However, she didn’t think that he would see it that way.

She licked her lips as she took a couple steps towards him. The boy’s words were going through her head. He had said that he was with Ty. There was no way. There was just no way that Ty would be with someone that young, and to be quite honest, that innocent and inexperienced. It was just her first thoughts of the boy; she had no proof to back up her preconceptions but she did have a feeling and she was usually right.

Stopping right in front of the boy, she put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it lightly. The boy wouldn’t be of any harm to her; he was too shy and scared of Vienna to be any sort of threat. She licked her lips again as she looked into his eyes, “You’re not with Ty. You’re too young, and honestly, you don’t look like the kind of person Ty would be in to. So tell me, not only your name but how you know him. And honestly, what are you doing here?”

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STATUS!? finisheddd
TAGS!? lyke ohemgee leone and ty
OUTFIT!? click here & a white sports bra
MUSIC!? we are broken - paramore
NOTES!? ummmmmmm, yeah, she's not very scary looking, just stunning =)

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[leone michelangelo moretti]

Girls in general made Leone very nervous, whether they were highly attractive or not so, skinny, curvy, blonde or brunette. None of that mattered when it came to their attitudes. He found the females played mindgames with whoever they were with, made small gestures and hints that could mean anything when you didn't pick up on them, or nothing at all when you bring them up later. These were possible reasons that led to his own homosexuality, he wasn't good under stress and pressure, he broke easily and was usually the one that needed supporting. As long as the situation wasn't rough or direct like his meeting with Tyrone, Leone would most likely take his submissive role well, and actually enjoy the feeling of protection and care from someone who was willing. The only problem was that the boy was too shy to find someone like that, or anyone at all really. Despite having a cute face and body, his insecurities ran too deep for flirting and picking up other guys... not to mention he was only just finding out that he preferred males over females.

As she approached he was oh-so tempted to move back in order to keep the space between them, but considering how rude that would be to somebody who was already freaking him out, Leone stood his ground and tried to melt from his defensive pose. His fists came down from his chest and he clasped his hands behind his back, watching the girl with a mix of terror and curiosity. If not for his incurable cowardice, Leone would be demanding the same questions back, asking who she was and why she was there. Despite how comfortable she seemed inside the house, it didn't quite cross his mind that she owned the residence. He was already caught up in too many thoughts.

"I didn't mean with him in that way," Leone spoke quietly, afraid of angering her like he was with everyone. Her gender and forwardness was that main thing that was causing his fear, other than that she wasn't so scary at all. But despite that Leone couldn't help but remain tense, flinching at the hand on his shoulder.

He wasn't always so timid and anxious with touching, but after being dominated by Ty in the alcove, the boy only naturally shied away from physical contact. "He's..." Leone stopped himself again and an almost pained look swept over the fear in his eyes. Why was it so hard to say? It was just a simple word; Master. She probably wasn't new to the system like he was, she must've been a master or slave, but for some reason the younger boy was still so ashamed to admit his role. Instead he focused on the other questions, peering around the home then back at the stranger. "I'm seventeen," he argued weakly, though there wasn't much evidence to support that with a baby face and small stature. "My name is Leone Moretti... I-I don't really know why I'm here, Ty gave me this," he held out the key to her.

[tyrone darren sheffler]

Tyrone Sheffler slammed the car door shut and removed the i-phone that was vibrating madly in his back pocket. Glancing briefly at the number he leaned against the car door and sighed into the receiver.
"What is it this time Aidan?" the pleading voice of his ex-boyfriend could be heard quite clearly without the phone needing to be any where near Tyrone's ear. So he held it out, staring all the while at the tarmac of the forecourt. He really should have driven round to where the garage was but he was rushing as always. Leone was finally supposed to show up and he had wanted to be there for him, lecture after lecture had dragged on and over their scheduled time slots and to make matters worse, Aidan had been waiting for him outside every single one.

"You're becoming a stalker Aidan" he moaned offhandedly to him, flicking a finger as he scanned his nails. Definitely in need of a good manicure he mused, wishing to simply hang up but knowing also that he was much to polite for that. He allowed Aidan to continue warbling some more, each sentence becoming punctuated with a louder sigh from Ty. Once the boy had finished speaking Tyrone spoke quite slowly and clearly as if he were talking to a child. Letting his ex partner know that they were through, that the words 'we're finished' had been said categorically eight times. That surely getting drink dumped over his head had given Aidan the hint to just leave him be. Finally insisting that Aidan not call him anymore, Tyrone hung up.

Exasperated he walked up to the front door and let himself in. Pocketing his phone as he did so, he heard voices not so very far away. Walking in that direction he saw his best friend and his slave. One being his most favorite person in the entire universe while the other seemed to have him held spellbound, even if he was a slave. Kissing Vienna's cheek tenderly he smiled at Leone, placing an arm about his best friends waist as he did so.

"I see you've met my new slave, a dish isn't he?" he winked at Leone, patting him lightly on the cheek, "Aidan just called again". Rolling his eyes he released Vienna to circle Leone, glancing the boy up and down as he did so. He was just as delectable as the first day he had seen him. His attention was not focused solely on him today though, whenever Ty and Vienna got together it seriously didn't matter to him what boyfriend or girlfriend of his was about, she came first and always would.

"Outside every lecture today" he informed her raising his hands up in the air as he came to stand beside Leone and almost lean against him, "the guy just doesn't get a hint."

[leone michelangelo moretti]

The sound of an opening door made the small one jump, suddenly forgetting about his conversation with Vienna as he searched for the source of this intrusion. If not for the girl before him Leone would be slipping out the back door already and taking the chance to walk all the way back to the school where his dorm room resided. He didn't like being with company, especially new company, and was already uncomfortable and frigid at the thought of a future appearance from his master in this house. Even the thought of the other male made goosebumps rise on his skin and a shudder make its way down his spine. As he stood on his tiptoes Leone peered over Vienna's shoulder toward the door, chest tightening as he watched the one boy he was dreading to see.

For only a moment he watched the interaction between the two, the kiss, the embrace. Perhaps this was his girlfriend? They certainly looked the part, both beautiful with a shared house to match. He suddenly felt very out of place, and very uncomfortable where he was standing, and the company he was with. Leone was far from ugly, he was adorable and even desirable with angelic-features, but he was not glamorous and nor did he focus too much on his appearance. Despite wearing nice, simple clothes imported from Italy, Leone held himself with the self esteem and enthusiasm of a wet paper bag. Without proper attention and the right words to make him blush, the boy didn't feel like he could ever be a part of this type of society.

So desperately he wanted to flee from Ty and hide behind any contraption that was big enough to take as a refuge, but instead the cowardly boy was stricken with that frozen sense of fear again... and his master hadn't even touched him yet.

The words followed with a wink brought a deep blush to his cheeks and fidgets from his fingers and shoulders. Leone practically flinched at the soft touch and backed up a few steps, another wave of relief flushing through him when another name was mentioned. He wanted to soak into the scenery as he always did, hide from any sort of attention and let others do as they wanted without him. Right now he was keeping eyes and ears wide open to catch any change of subject, a time where he'd be able to retreat back to the window, or even more tempting, leave.

But instead he was caught from the circling form of Ty, and felt as if he was prey being stalked and surveyed by a predator. Gritting his teeth, Leone tilted his head down and kept eyes on the floor, not able to look at his master while he was being stared at. Without so much as a glance he could almost feels that gaze on him, checking over every part of him. It made his stomach turn in sickness and the boy wrapped his arms tight around himself defensively. He didn't want to be touched, not after what happened in the alcove, and tried leaning away from Ty as the other came closer. His cheeks were reddened and warm, and that painful look returned to his eye as his master continued talking. Leone was simply a toy now, something to be tossed to the side and fiddled with while his owner interacted with other, real people.

It was absolutely humiliating, but not in the way that made the boy speak up or move. In fact, he stayed perfectly still and silent, like a toy soldier or a statue, there for play or show, but nothing else.

[vienna september reynolds]

we are broken what must we do to restore

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Vienna watched the boy shrink before her eyes. He withdrew inside himself, almost becoming more mouse-like with each passing second. He was very delicate looking like she could break him with a single touch. Luckily enough, the light squeeze hadn’t broken him, but there really wasn’t any way to tell how fragile he really was. She looked at him with concern as she waited for him to answer. He seemed to fumble around a little bit as if searching for the right words but he managed to spit out some of the information that she wanted to hear. Most pertinent, of course, was his name, followed by his age. He still didn’t tell her how he knew Ty but she supposed that would come, all in due time. Interestingly enough, however, he didn’t seem to have a clue as to why he was at her house. Nor did he seem to know that it was in fact her house, and not Ty’s. Vienna wondered if Ty had lured the boy here under false pretences. She would clear that up soon. Taking the key from the boy, she examined it closely and she came to find that it was in fact a key to her house. She’d reprimand Ty about making copies of it. The only two people who were allowed to have a key were he and she.

Vienna’s head turned towards the front door as she heard it open again. She didn’t think about it though, as the person had a key. It was most likely Ty despite the fact that the boy standing in front of her also had a key and was clearly not Ty. It had to be him though. She only knew of Ty having one slave at the time being and she couldn’t think of anyone else that he would give a key too. Besides, Ty knew that Vienna would kick him to the moon if he gave out her key or number or anything, for that matter, to a random stranger. Vienna was a bit of a freak that way but that was just how she felt safe.

She glanced over her shoulder again as the footsteps grew louder. She smiled at Ty as he came to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Hey babe,” she cooed sweetly, leaning in to him a little bit. As Ty made the remark about his new slave being a dish, Vienna raised an eyebrow at him. She quickly rolled her eyes though, as he mentioned Aidan. Vienna had taken a few calls for Ty, pretending to be his girlfriend just so that Aidan would leave the boy alone. Apparently, he didn’t understand over meant over. It didn’t mean that it would maybe be over—it just meant the whole relationship was finished.

She sighed as she returned her hand to her hip. Vienna shook her head at the comment about the guy being outside of his every class. She commented, “Sweetie, I don’t think you gave him a hint. It was more of s sign in big, bolded and embossed letters, with some occasional flashing lights. I’ll have to call him again and tell him to leave you alone because it’s starting to annoy me now.” While she was speaking, her eyes focused on the two boys standing in front of her. The one seemed to be visibly uncomfortable at the other’s touch. That wasn’t natural. Vienna knew that Ty sometimes had a way of treating people, particularly slaves, in a way that was less than friendly. She didn’t like the look that was on the seventeen-year-old’s face; it brought concern.

She stuck her right hand out, for him to shake, as she placed her left and on her hip, saying, “I’m Vienna Reynolds. I’m twenty. This is my house, and it’s very nice to meet you.” After the brief introduction, she turned on Ty and said with a slightly threatening tone, “Now tell me what you did to make this boy scared of you. And don’t say he’s not scared because he is. So speak! Either of you, for that matter. Someone tell me what went down.”

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STATUS!? finisheddd
TAGS!? lyke ohemgee leone and ty
OUTFIT!? click here & a white sports bra
MUSIC!? we are broken - paramore
NOTES!? she's speaking to leone very nicely, jsyk, vienna is a friend =)

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[tyrone darren sheffler]

Ty simply adored his best friend, she had come to his aid with the house sitting venture after he left home but he knew that wasn't all it was. Ever since they were kids she had been there for him when his own parents simply couldn't or wouldn't be.
"I think I need to call homeland security at this point" he chuckled noticing how Leone seemed to flinch at his close proximity. This did not sit well with him at all and to annoy the boy even further, Tyrone placed an arm about his waist as Vienna introduced herself to him.

"Oh Vi... please. The boy is all new to the system, he doesn't want to be a slave and he doesn't want me touching him" with this he leaned closer to the boy as if to show Vienna the truth behind those words, he kissed Leone on the cheek. Just a swift peck which he then spent another minute pretending to rub off.

"But you know me, I can't resist a cute guy or a challenge for that matter so I may have taken our meet and greet slightly too far" he patted Leone's cheek now and glanced back at Vienna. He would never lie to her, there was no need. She knew him for what he was and was still his bestfriend. Of course there was always going to be things that either of them did that didn't sit too well with the other but differences aside, they were a tight team. As tight as any best friends could be.

He released Leone's waist and went to stand beside Vienna once more glancing at the boy up and down very slowly.
"I could be in grave danger with this one Vi, grave danger indeed" he posed with such comical exaggeration with his hand over his heart as he looked at Leone and winked at him.

[leone michelangelo moretti]

As his mind drifted Leone trained himself to block out what they were talking about, whether it was about him or something else... he just would prefer not to hear it anymore. The slave felt uncomfortable enough with his master around, and now that he was being shown off to Vienna, his sense of self-worth only dug itself deeper out of sight. All of which appeared on his tense posture and averted gaze. The boy could only think about when this would all be over, when Ty would either get frustrated or bored with him to throw him out to be alone again. His eye twitched at the thought of being tossed aside, not because he was attached or wanted to be touched by his master... but knowing that he was only good for a few rough times didn't quite convince him to think any higher of himself.

When the hand appeared before him Leone glanced sideways at Tyrone, as if expecting it to be meant for him. But as Vienna spoke he caught her eye and took her hand gingerly, shaking it for a few seconds before returning both of his to clasp behind his back. "I'm Leone..." his voice was timid as always, but her tone forced a small smile out of him, an unusual expression for the usually meek boy.

"I-I..." Leone's brows furrowed and he sideglanced at his master once more, only to freeze when he felt lips against his cheek. It took him longer to relax when Ty pulled away, because despite how quick and harmless it was, those memories in the alcove swam back to him just as the other came close. He slumped at the words and swallowed hard, not daring to respond to that. Again he reconsidered his place in this school... was he merely an object now? Or a 'challenge' as Ty put it? It wasn't as if he wanted anything to do with... well, anyone at this school, but that didn't mean he wanted to be treated like some toy either. This was the main reason he detached himself from others, all his life he tended to get pushed around or even hurt. Who was to say that there were "good" people really out there?

A flinch as the other touched his cheek, this time not directly related to his memories with Ty, but the memories of physical abuse in his past. He hated being touched, expected each and every hand of a stranger to strike him simply because they could get away with it.

It was easier to have Tyrone by his side, he didn't feel so out of place and awkward standing by himself in the middle of the room. That alienation only increased as his master began scoping him out again, and all Leone felt he could do was grit his teeth and keeps his gaze stuck on the floor. But it didn't take him so long before he realized a moment of embarrassment and maybe a few seconds with all attention on him would be worth an escape. He wanted nothing more than to run back to his dorm and bask in solitude.

"Am I allowed to leave now?" and so he spoke up, his voice gentle and light, afraid that if he used the wrong tone or speech they would get angry with him. He tried desperately not to sound snobbish or rude, and even showed them a glance of blue eyes and a nervous, faux smile.

[vienna september reynolds]

we are broken what must we do to restore

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Vienna arched her eyebrows at Ty’s statement. Just because the boy was new to the system didn’t mean that Ty had to go and completely traumatize the boy—which was probably what happened. She shook her head, ever so slightly, a few of her blonde curls fell out of the band that held them back. The curls hung limply against her neck as she tilted her head downwards, watching Tyrone give Leone a light kiss. Vienna needed to blink a few times to clear her eyes then she returned her steady gaze back towards the two. Stiffly, she replied, “I don’t care if he is new to the system. I don’t think it’s right to have someone be this afraid of coming into contact with you. He looks like he’s about to jump out of his skin.”

It was true that Vienna was cool with her best friend; it was just he sometimes didn’t know how to control himself. She was pretty much okay with that until it involved someone else. Then, she needed to put her foot down. She opened her mouth to ask for what he had specifically done but closed it as Ty admitted his mistake. She mouthed the words ‘too far’ and shook her head again. Ty didn’t exactly know the meaning of the words too far, as he never stopped before going ‘too far’. Sometimes he needed a friendly reminder that not everyone liked things quite as rough as he did. That was why Vienna was there—partially.

She pursed her dry lips together as Ty released Leone from his grasp and made his way back to her side. As Ty stood still, she couldn’t help but feel like they were an intimidating couple, standing there, looking at Leone. Frankly, she wouldn’t have been surprised if Leone thought they were sizing him up as fresh meat. Vienna cleared her throat to break the tension but Ty had apparently had a similar idea. His words, however, weren’t what she wanted to hear. Instead, they caused her lips to pull into a small frown.

“Uh huhhhh,” she responded, slightly less enthused than the male. Her eyes cast a sideward glance to see Ty wink at Leone. Huffing slightly, Vienna used her left hand and slapped the back of Ty’s head. “Stop teasing him like that. It isn’t very becoming and you of all people should know it’s just outright tacky to behave like that.” Vienna continued to narrow her eyes and glare at Tyrone until she broke her gaze at the sound of Leone speaking.

Turning back to look Leone, Vienna brought her hands back to her hips as she replied, “I don’t have the power,” Vienna looked, obviously, to her left as she continued on with, “unfortunately, to make that decision. I will, however, be keeping this key,” she held it up, “Until I know you a little better. It’s nothing against you. Ty should know better than to make a copy of my house key.” She cast yet another evil glance at Tyrone before allowing her eyes to settle on the frail boy, once again.

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STATUS!? finisheddd
TAGS!? lyke ohemgee leone and ty
OUTFIT!? click here & a white sports bra
MUSIC!? we are broken - paramore
NOTES!? i'm sorry x 10000000

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[tyrone darren sheffler]

Tyrone hated when Vienna told him off warranted or not, it was embarrassing and even more so when it was done in front of his own slave. A new one at that. With a sigh he shrugged and smiled at her though his puppy dog eyes appealing to her to not be so hard on him. The past few weeks had been an absolute nightmare for him, his parents were once again on his case about his sexuality determined that a few sessions with a shrink could cure him. It was so typical of them to think he needed a cure or that being bi-sexual could be treated like an ailment.

He was now becoming excruciatingly fed up with Leone's constant shriveling and doe-eyed terrified act and seriously wanted nothing more than to give him a swift kick where the sun don't shine. Instead he merely sighed again and turned his back on the boy wandering in to the sitting room as Vienna pocketed the spare key.
"No you can't leave boy, you can get yourself in gear and follow me" he barked as he sat down on the large sofa, one arm thrown over the back of it while the other lay on the arm rest. He watched the other two from his vantage point.
"You'll have to stick like glue to me from now on otherwise you'll have to just ring the doorbell and hope someone is home" he grinned before looking at his nails and deciding from the condition of them that he would definitely have to book another appointment for a manicure soon.

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[leone michelangelo moretti]

Leone had the strong urge to cling to Vienna like the mommy-figure he never had... but naturally understood that wouldn't be appropriate in this type of situation. He eyed the two while biting the inside of his cheek, observing their dynamic from afar like he often did when others interacted and he was placed in an awkward moment. The slave always had troubles relating and sharing time with other people, it didn't come instinctively like to most, so he had to try in order to make friends... which made everything even more uncomfortable to both parties.

Turning his attention solely to Ty now, gritting his teeth in frustration and even anger at his master's response. He was sick of being strung up like a doll and humiliated like this, not understanding what use he had right now anyway. With a small growl in his throat Leone turned to face the other boy, clearly not happy with the words coming out of his mouth.

When had it became okay to treat another person like this without even the slightest guilt? The slave had done nothing but catch a case of bad luck, and now his whole life was being forced to revolve around this boy. A boy that didn't seem to see Leone past his body, that could easily disregard his tears and fear and even find it amusing. His heart swelled with hatred, but slowly he made his way over to where Ty sat, deciding to obey the order just so that he didn't make a big ordeal out of a situation he already wanted to escape from. "Yes," he said stiffly, a hint of attitude in his agreeing words. If he was alone with Ty maybe things would be better, but with Vienna standing right there Leone could feel his cheeks flushing with embarrassment more than ever.

"And what if nobody is home?" the boy asked, cocking his head to Ty.