Renfarber​:

open starter: everyone CLOSED - Capped at 7 muns. location: masquerade event, boys and girls club donation table

This wasn’t the last place Leo wanted to be at. It was a Masquerade. How timeless and niche, and Leo adored timeless and niche. He liked it enough to choose the black and gold leather mask, shaped and painted as a lion and its’ mane. But when he began to read the details and realized it was for charity, he was immediately put off. He was possessive over his hard earned money, over his wife’s hard earned money, to give it away in a way that didn’t serve him directly.

 Was I a bad person? Leo thought, leaning against the table some more as he stared hard at the blank space beside the dollar sign. He was suppose to donate. It was good to donate. And definitely was the better choice between volunteering and donating. Especially to a group that had tried to help him when he was growing up in the system. But still look at where all the help had got him. He turned to the nearest person next to him, his eyes making a show to glaze over their mask as he took their appearance in. Then he took a glance at their respective donation slip. “Hey, do you think five dollars is enough?” He chimed.

#me

YOU | 2.03 “What Are Friends For?”

sophieblakes​:​

‘Soph, Leo left his wallet at home again. I’m in a lunch meeting and then unavailable until 5. Please get it and meet him in central park to give it to him ASAP. Thanks‘

Damnit. She’d had finally relaxed into her pre-lunch slump. When Oliver wasn’t here and didn’t need her around, Sophie was essentially free to do as she wished as long as all the things on the checklist (and everything Oliver added through the day) were done in an orderly fashion. So, she’d cleared an hour and a half to head to Baltazar and have a nice lunch by herself. But no. Of course no. 

‘Gotcha. I’ll figure it out’

This is why you can’t have nice things, Sophie.

Getting an Uber was gonna be hell, so armed with her airpods and her favorite micro-economics podcast, her metro card and her will to have lunch after this encounter, she made her way to the subway and all the way to Oliver’s house, retrieving the missed wallet and then texting Leo to make sure they were Ok on their meeting place. They’d spoken before, so she had his name on her phone.

‘Hi, It’s Sophie here. Does the central park corner of 5th and 59th work for you? I’ve got your wallet’

Maybe she could get lunch at the Plaza if she made it on time. 

-

 Leo cursed up a storm this morning when he realized before he was to leave his house that his wallet was missing. He searched high and low. And got himself into little spat with his wife about his negligence. She wasn’t wrong, however, this would be the third time this month that he misplaced it. If Leo hadn’t been drinking to wipe away some memories, he’d wonder where his own head had been at. He contacted Oliver as his place was the last place he was sure that he had it at. And because of his friend’s importance Leo had to work with his assistant.

‘Hi, Sophie, that works. Be there in 10.’ 

He texted back, real simple, as if he wasn’t much a text-er. Well, at least he liked to keep that impression up. Why he had to prove it to someone who was an acquaintance was beyond him. He had never met Oliver’s personal assistant. And hell before Oliver, Leo never knew someone who even had an assistant. 

He had to rearrange his whole morning since without his wallet, he wouldn’t be able to just go about his day normally. Sure, his wife armed him with a card to their joint bank account, but he couldn’t risk having her see just where he was making charges. 

Leo was right where he said he’d be ten minutes later. He immediately claimed a space near the fountain to keep away from foot traffic. He looked around, purposely people watching till hopefully he’d make eye contact with someone who was looking for him. But with this being Central Park, it was like finding a needle in a haystack. He pulled out his phone to text her again, before resuming his surveillance. 

‘At the fountain. Red puffer coat.’

He bit his lip and continued to look around. He wasn’t fond of feeling this way, counting on some stranger.

renfarber​:

who: @le0davis​ where: ren’s apartment, early morning

They’d still been awake when the sun rose this morning. Ren had no idea how long ago that was now. Just after Leo had fallen asleep, she’d texted her boss to say she wasn’t coming in today, and then she’d joined him, sharing her pillow as they slept together - literally, this time. The sun was peeking in now, through the gaps in the curtains, making the remnants of sweat glimmer on their skin. She could feel his breath on her forehead. She wanted to stay here forever. Even if a tiny voice in the back of her head kept telling her that he’d leave, now that he’d got what he wanted from her.

-

“Serenity,” he murmured, his eyes barely opening up a squint before shutting again. His eyelids were heavy from the lack of sleep. He had really exhausted himself. Every single one of his muscles had tensed and relaxed repeatedly throughout the duration of their night together. He couldn’t believe the night to be true even as he was laying on her bed with her scent engulfing him with her skin upon his. He opened his eyes fighting against the fatigue to glance down and see that her eyes were already open. He shut his own again but in favor of losing a sense in order to focus on the way her skin felt on his lips as he kissed her forehead a couple of times. “Why are you up? What time is it?” He asked inbetween peppering kisses.

joey teaching an acting class

heart: randomly starts beating faster me: what is it what do you see

gracedupont​:

—Starter for @le0davis​ Location: Some Fundraising Event for the Arts

Henry had been called into a work emergency at the last minute, which meant that Grace was spending the night solo. She really didn’t want to be here, and fully intended to put in just enough face time that no one could say she didn’t try before returning home to cuddle up with a book and a bottle of wine. 

As much as she hated to admit it, Leo Davis was one of the only familiar faces here… 

“Of course, an open bar. I should have known you’d be here.” 

-

Leo detested being his wife’s plus one at these work events. Knowing no one and having everyone only come to talk to him about his wife was social hell for a Leo. Besides it’s not like he could afford to be himself around such miserable and snooty people. His wife attention was taken by a group of people, praising her for yet another accomplishment that he couldn’t ever attain. 

“Good to see you too, Grace.” Leo quipped back as he turned his head to her voice. His hands were rested on his second whiskey sour of the evening. “Open bar’s the only perk of being a plus one.” He said bringing his glass up, saluting her with it before taking another sip. 

closed starter: @hvny​ location: a bar in manhattan

 leo was in a bar with live music, of course, he was having the time of his life. music helped him ride his buzz out in such a good way. especially good music. he was surprised by the big bold energy that much too big for a dumpy bar. “hey, you were amazing up there!” Leo called after the frontwoman who just passed in front of him. 

It's 5AM, I'm nihilist, I know there's nothing after this.

—Not everyone can say they’ve been to the Big Apple, but Leo Davis, a thirty-three year-old cis-male has lived in Chelsea, Manhattan for ten years. This is the city of dreams and he knows it, because they came to NYC to be an acting coach. Well, that and as The Regular. Living in the city means they meet all kinds of people, but everyone always seems to think they look like Penn Badgley. They even got away with free cab fare once because of it! 

HEY, HEY THERE THANK YOU CLICKING READ MORE. Before you continue there are heavy topics that will be spoken without much care as they should be approached. Leo’s very direct as is this intro. The following triggers are alcohol abuse, substance abuse, abandonment, cheating, narcism, depression, anxiety, death, suicide, religion, and open aggression. 

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BASIC INFORMATION

name: Leonardo Anthony Davis

nicknames: Leo, the regular

pro-nouns: he / him

gender: cis-male

age: 33, thirty-three

d.o.b: July 31, 1988

p.o.b: Brooklyn, New York

current address: Chelsea, Manhattan, NY

astrological sign: Leo Sun, Aries Moon, Libra Ascendant

sexual orientation: heterosexual

relationship status: married, but he’s unfaithful

occupation: acting coach

education: grad of tisch school of arts

APPEARANCE

height: 6’0 ft

weight: 176 lbs

build: slim, muscular

hair colour: dark brown 

hair length: curly, shaggy, to the nape of his neck

eye colour: dark brown

wardrobe style: causal to classic well-tailored designer pieces

tattoos: none

piercings: none

jewelry: ( left hand ) white gold wedding band & watch, ( right hand ) white gold pinky ring

defining features: voice, bone structure, nose, full beard

HEALTH

physical ailments: none

mental ailments: undiagnosed anxiety, undiagnosed ptsd, undiagnosed bi-polar disorder, anger management issues, alcoholism

do they drink: oh, yes

do they smoke: cigarettes? occasionally

recreational drugs: mary jane? definitely

addictions: alcohol and sex

PERSONALITY

positive traits: creative, attentive, charming, energetic, passionate

negative traits: blunt, impulsive, volatile, self-centered

likes: coffee, cake, cocktails, music, old films, theatre, yelling, running

dislikes: driving, cooking, small talk, lack of attention, lack of control

character parallels: Joe Goldberg ( you ), Nick Miller ( new girl ), Adam Sackler ( girls )

ACTIVITIES & SKILLS

skills: teaching, creativity ( vision ), acting

weaknesses: his own emotions and actions 

hidden talents: can sing surprisingly well, and lie really well

languages spoken: English, and a little Spanish to get by

brief history

the davis family is to put it quite plainly, a fucking mess. it started out fairly typical. boy meets girl, boy falls for girl, boy and girl get married and have a baby. and then that baby ends up in foster care as a toddler. oh wait, that’s not typical. just the short end that leo was given by life, and man did life continue to give him a number of short ends. let’s back track at little. 

leo’s mom passed away when he was three years old. growing up everyone had told him she passed because she was sick. when he was old enough to find out what really happened, he regretted it. her autopsy had stated she had died from accidental poisoning, but he knew how to read between the lines. a young couple with a newborn in Brooklyn in that economy? leo’s poor father only made it three more months before he had succumb to his own vices, and figured his child was better off at some home ran by nuns. 

now you’d think, okay, a toddler would have a fine time getting adopted, but it became clear that his terrible toddler years weren’t a phase. he had bounced around from family to family till he was deemed too old to be desirable. leo was generally a quiet kid until this burst of energy would charged right through him. then he was loud, uncontrollable, and almost unattainable. the nuns had claimed he was possessed, but without looking through the narrow eye of religion, it was clear he needed help. but even as an adult he had never found the help he needed. he still deals with inability to communicate his emotions in a healthy way. he chooses vices to keep them subdued. hell, his own livelihood is one to mimic emotion and make others believe it. 

work

through everything, leo found solace in watching the black and white tv in the game room, and reading every bit of dr. suess and shakespeare he could get his hands on. he admired the way things always seemed to work out so well on the screen. how things were always so perfect when planned, written, and especially how they were portrayed. he was in love with that aspect and knew that he could act just as well. 

 he had success in beginning of his so called acting career. he was a vessel of pure potential. but even with a degree of performance arts from nyu, leo couldn’t be what they were all looking for. notes of being too aggressive, too intense, and too much had him fall back to teaching or live on the streets. he wouldn’t have guessed it but teaching all the ingenues and having their careers begin to bloom before his eyes was his own personal hell. he would watch as they took his advice and become far more than he’d ever be. the only thing that kept him going were three things. one, the money for he made was decent, and kept him comfortable in his townhome in manhattan. two, he could at least live vicariously. three, he could afford to forget it all at dive bar on the 9th. 

love

somehow leo met his wife in a cinematic meet cute. it was perfect. too perfect. too perfectly easy. their love affair moved in a way where an outsider could look at them and fill in the passion that wasn’t there. at least it wasn’t there for him. he loved her but didn’t know if that love held any depth. but somehow he made her happy. he didn’t understand himself but he continued through the motions long enough for him to believe that there was something between them rather than connivence. he gave her what she needed to keep her happy. a ring and a home, just anything other than himself. 

no, he reserved his true self for words on a screen. his affair was new and he didn’t deem it as an affair. he was seemingly just getting along with someone who understood him better. someone like himself. someone who wasn’t perfect and didn’t expect him to be. 

wanted connections

- platonic : friends, neighbors, college friends, acting clients, best friend ( the bartender skeleton ), therapist ( the therapist skeleton )

-romantic : exes, wife ( the married patient skeleton ), cat fish mistress ( the pretender skeleton ), baby mama 

-familial : close friend from foster care