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"Oh Leo... no sabes lo mucho que te aprecio, lo mucho que deseo que seamos más que simples amigos"
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Leo llega de sorpresa a Santana, lástima la pequeña interrupción
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Porque Leo era su carnaval, era el carnaval que lo llenaba de vida y lo iluminaba.
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─ Primero Pepe me ve, y ahora tú-
─ ¿Pepe te vio en esto? ─ la cara de Santana cambio de asombro a un ceño fruncido ante la mención de su amigo.
─ Sí, es decir, ¡no!¿por qué Pepe me vería en lencería?
─ ¿Por qué lo mencionas entonces? ─ Santana parecía bastante confundido.
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A los ojos de Santana, Leo siempre fue algo hermoso, algo digno de amar y admirar.
Leo no se queda atrás.
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Ethari reached forward, gently hooking his forefinger around a lock of Runaan’s silvery-white hair, bringing it before his eyes to admire. “Pretty,” he muttered quietly, awed by how soft the strands felt, like fine silk, like clear water, like willow leaves. And when he finally looked up, meeting Runaan’s gaze, he saw within those turquoise eyes entire skies and seas. “So pretty, did you know that?”
Runaan froze in place as a certain realization slowly dawned upon him. “You’re... talking... about... me?” He stuttered in disbelief, turning slightly red.
“Who else?” Ethari asked in return. And because the drunken fool who had taken control of him hadn’t caused enough trouble already, he leaned forward and boldly stole a kiss.
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Geralt was livid, reaching for his sword before he stopped himself. Mindlessly slaying the men would only be momentarily satisfying, but would make him no greater of a being than the bastards before him. Instead, he approached the men with sure feet, one hand prepared to unsheathe his sword the moment, if it came, one of the men harmed another hair on Jaskier’s delicate head.
“Excuse me,” he snapped, his tone gruff and lacking any sort of politeness that should have been backed behind the phrase. “I believe you lot have something of mine.”
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The fic where, of course, Geralt has to get his bard out of the trouble he's always getting himself into.
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