S. CROWEâ:
The the speed at which his agreement comes surprises her, but only for a moment. A moment that she covers with first one nod, then another; her gaze turning away as their quickly hashed out deal settles between them. Itâs not ideal, she knows, putting up this divider between them; asking him to keep her in the dark when theyâve always been able to each other everything and anything.Â
But for now, at least, thereâs no other way forward. And they need to move forward.Â
âI love you, too.â
Another nod and she looks back at him, to acknowledge the sentiment. To accept and receive itâ when she sees his outstretched arms. Stevie scoffs lightly, but it does nothing to hide the small smile that forms anyway. And with a familiar, almost loving, roll of her eyesâ the same one that theyâd always given each other when one of them was feeling particularly sentimentalâ Stevie reaches out and grabs his ungloved hands and pulls her brother in, her arms wrapping around him in a tight hug. âSentimental punk.â She lobs, though her tone is warm and thick, and she makes no moves to let go.Â
After a few long moments of simply enjoying the moment, she pipes up again to ruin it, speaking into his shoulder. âWe need to get some tequila on the way back to mamaâs. I refuse to deal with her boasting about this,â their reconciliation that sheâd all but forced. âsober. And sheâs back on her dry kick.â
Levi hadnât realized the breath he was holding until Stevieâs grabbing his hands, the surprise and the sensation pulling a shuddering breath back into his lungs as she wraps her arms around his middle. Without hesitation he gathers her close, burying his nose in the soft, wavy hair at her temple, comforted both by the embrace and the way he can feel those brushes of her skin that heâs wholly unused to. He missed this. He always misses this, being able to hug his sister without worrying, without a blanket in-between.
âYeah, yeah,â he mutters with watered-down sullenness that does little to hide the smile in his own voice. Levi is sentimental when it comes to his family â for better, for worse, for everything else on the spectrum. Heâd die for them just as soon as heâd kill for them, and someday he really hopes that Stevie understands heâd do anything she asked, just like he promised.
âTequila. Okay.â Thatâs definitely not difficult to agree to, finally managing a quiet laugh into Stevieâs hair. âWe can do that. â and Iâm buyinâ.â Itâs the absolute least he can do.
FIN.
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R. HUNTERâ:
with @ascrowesflyâ at the satanic soiree
As always Riley and Levi had gotten dressed up for the Halloween festivities, never oneâs that missed this holiday ever since they were kids who had started to go trick or treating together. However as the years passed, Halloween started to involve a lot more alcohol and ruined costumes by the end of the night.
Right now Riley was glaring at Leviâs face as they were both sat in the more secluded VIP section of Club Nyx, the blonde already a bit buzzed from the drinks âI hate it when you wear makeup because that means I canât kiss youâ
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Mingling with their friends at parties was all well and good, but enough drinks in and Levi always found himself in the same place: wanting to find somewhere a little more secluded, where he could relax with Riley apart from the press of people. His unnecessarily spendy costume coat is draped nearby to keep anyone else from sitting close to him, and as Levi catches the look on Rileyâs face, he just ends up more skeleton-like as he grins.
Sliding closer with one arm over the booth behind his boyfriend, Levi pulled the glove off the opposite hand with his teeth, tossing it back towards his coat. His fingertips caught one collar-corner of Rileyâs bright orange jumpsuit and, leaning in close enough to kiss him but hovering just short of actually doing it, Levi murmured, âAnd who told you that you couldnât?â
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C. SONGâ:
location: satanic soiree
participants: cassia song & levi crowe ( @ascrowesflyâ )
âa skeleton,â cassandra commented, her eyes narrowed over the top of her wine glass as she studied levi in front of her. âyouâve out done yourself with the creativity, crowe,â she responded, this time with a laugh. âyour makeup looks good,â she smiled, as she lowered the glass. âwhat do you think of my costume?â
Levi rolled his eyes even as he smiled, leaning one elbow against the bar as he waited for his drink. âIt does look good, thanks.â For now, at least. He tilted his head and gave Cassia a once-over, considering the red coat and boots. âItâs, uh. Colorful. You an art student?â That was his best guess, and it wasnât a great one.
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30th September, 1998; nearing midnight.
It was a feeling Levi was familiar with, if not wholly used to yet: the gentle swoop-dip of his stomach, lingering with butterflies as a new setting materialized around him. The bedroom was almost uncomfortably minimalist, like a furniture showroom or a sample development home. Levi wrinkled his nose and glanced either way to gain his bearings, gaze coming to rest on the purpose for his intrusion: a man settled comfortably asleep, back propped against stiff and uncomfortable looking pillows, a book open and abandoned in his lap.
Levi didnât have all of the details, but he didnât need them. January had told him enough. She was the guiding hand and he was the weapon, the precision instrument uniquely suited for this particular job. As such, even if Levi wasnât one for torture, never had been, some part of him still thought it was a pity he couldnât take more time with this; give the man settled so obliviously in bed the slower, more painful death he no doubt deserved. But instructions were clear: the death had to look natural. That was the whole reason Levi was here. No signs of struggle, no telltale bruises, no blood. An unearned peaceful end.
Levi approached the bed with feather-light footsteps, knowing that January St. James was watching even if he didnât know exactly how. The only sounds in the room were the breaths that matched the soft rise and fall of Leviâs target, and the quiet fabric hiss of one glove as he slipped it off. Leaning over, still unnoticed, Levi flattened one hand against the modern, minimalistic headboard as he leaned in close enough to let his next words brush the sleeping manâs ear.
âJonas Goetsch,â he whispered, enough that he could hear those sleep-deep breaths interrupt. Levi barely drew back, eyes locking with a startled pair barely focusing, understandably surprised not to be alone.
âI just wanted you to know it was a mutant that did it.â
Levi waited a beat and a half, watching the shift from bleary confusion, to dawning realization, to some mixture of anger and fear. As soon as the man opened his mouth, though, Levi acted: his bare hand, already hovering nearby, found gentle but purposeful contact against Jonas Goetschâs cheek. The man settled back into the pillows again with little more than a sigh, as though heâd only fallen back asleep â if not for the heavy-lidded glassiness of his eyes, still partially open.
Straightening, Levi looked down at the body with a subdued but unadulterated hatred, pulling his glove back on unnecessarily before he reached out to slide those eyelids shut. He wouldnât touch the man again if he didnât have to, even to complete the perfect tableau of uninterrupted, calm sleep.
Still: so much more than he deserved.
Taking a step back, Levi surveyed his work with an inscrutable expression. Anticlimactic, certainly, but well within the confines of the order heâd received. What the execution lacked in flair it made up for in pure satisfaction: so much of what Levi had done since April had been focused on making up for that ill-fated mission. Burning Essex to the ground had done most of the trick, but as with any sinking ship, so many rats had still escaped. Tonight, at least, there was one fewer â one of the biggest.
âItâs done,â Levi said to the empty room, probably unnecessarily; he assumed January was still watching, graciously letting him have this moment. Just like that, though, just like heâd arrived, he was gone again â and the room Levi left was even quieter than before.
October 1st, 1998.
It is a beautiful day.
January St. James hasnât much cared for how days have been, after setting up the Hellfire Club and cementing the empire that sheâs built for herself over days and weeks and years of clawing at the power structures that line the New York city skyline. But it is a beautiful day, and one that she starts with by watching the news. She doesnât expect much, but what she sees makes her smile for a good, long while.
â[...] leaving a complicated legacy behind.â The woman, a blonde bob and a smart suit in front of a palatial mansion says, reading off a teleprompter as the howling of the wolves at the gate grow louder. âThere has been no one like Jonas Goetsch, one of the co-founders of the now dissolved law firm Brandt and Goestch, has died from natural causes.â There are no more things that give her joy than this; the death of a rival, of someone thatâs done her wrong. Thatâs done mutants wrong, by allying himself with Essex Houseâa peaceful death is not what he deserves, but itâs the job she was given.
She reminds herself to at least give Levi a larger cut. Not bad for his first job.
âThe former CEO died peacefully in his home at what coroners might say is simply of old age. He is survived by his three children, Maude, Benedict, and Matthias Goetsch. He has not made any comment as of this time.â Her smile curls up to her lips as she takes an envelope of sealed wax, sent to Maxineâs bedside table in a flash. There is only a note there, that itâs done, and that she looks forward to their continued partnership in the future.
She would have done much more horrible things to him. Poison. Harm. Perhaps a little arson, with the body left on the top of the tallest tower as a warning. But Maxine didnât hire her for theatrics, simply a good, old-fashioned assassination, and she is simply intent to deliver.
âRecently, Jonas was implicated in the Essex House scandal, upon which his company was apparently legal counsel to one Nathaniel Essex, who still remains at large. The mutants that were said to be traumatized from the institution were covered in legal red tape from his same law firm.â An eyebrow raised as she drinks her coffee, fresh off the pot. âThey were barred from seeing friends and family, as well as kept in dehumanizing conditions, all thanks to the legal framework that allowed private individuals and corporations such as Essex House to keep them there.â
âFollowing this story, Maxine Brandt, former CEO of Brandt and Goetsch, has declined to comment about her former partnerâs death.â
She looks out over the cityâs skyline, the rush of questions and comments spouting from the television about Jonas, his legacy, and his death flowing to the backdrop of her mind. This was a beautiful day.
âThe man was a controversial figure, with a severity that all those in his vicinity felt. Jonas Goetsch died at the age of 63, with a small following of colleagues and comrades that respected him.â
This was a beautiful day indeed.
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D. HERNANDEZâ:
âOh, straight up?â He waves to the bartender and orders Levi a doubleâjust for telling him that. Thatâs a shit hand. Dante would put an arm around him if he didnât think it could kill him, but heâs known to show his appreciation using a lot of things. Sometimes an extra one percent, sometimes a spare cigarette. âIâm sorry. Thatâs gotta fucking suck. But youâve made it this long, so I figure you got a trick. Or youâre just real careful.â
He grabs the empty shot glass and focuses, the pain in his temples coming into focus. It hurts. It always hurts, but when heâs having his migraines it feels like it magnifies to a point where he doesnât even know why he does it. But it twists itself. Turns into steel, A crude figure of a ballerina, before he breathes out and it snaps back like a rubber band.
âThat. Mostly try to turn stuff intoââ A pang on his head. In his temple. âInto other stuff. I can make it but calories and shit. Wicked side effects, but it doesnât beat dying, though.â
Levi canât help but find a fair amount of humor in Danteâs reaction, even if he probably shouldnât. Other peoplesâ sympathy is usually lost on him by now. They think they know what theyâre apologizing for, but they donât. Not really. Dante ordering him another drink is a better apology than most, at least; still empty, but it tastes better.
Heâs more than content to focus on what Dante can do instead, eyebrows creeping higher as the shot glass changes, not just its material but its shape, then suddenly snaps back to its natural form. Levi doesnât fully follow what Dante says after. âThatâs impressive,â heâll acknowledge regardless, but itâs followed with a faint frown when he sees the look on Danteâs face. âDonât rip your head open over a lil party trick on my behalf, though.â
âDoes it always change back, or can you like. Turn shit into gold ân sell it?â Seems like it could be lucrative.
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FINS:
     leviâs enthusiasm is infectious, but his disregard for the people around them is⊠less so. fins canât help but notice the passerby that crosses the street, the glances, the hurried pacesâheâs grown to expect it, but the behavior still stings. âoh,â he says, pulling his eyes away from the street and back toward levi. âi donât know if i have a favorite, but i like fish. can they make fish spicy?â
âHell, yeah, they can make fish spicy,â Levi replies enthusiastically, since itâs not often he gets to talk about his love of cooking. Riley bears the brunt of it, and his experiments; otherwise, Levi doesnât exactly do a lot of cupcake baking for the Brotherhood. âMy mamĂĄ makes this killer caldo de pescado during Lent, itâs like a spicy fish stew.â Levi hasnât had much reason to make it, since he doesnât observe Lent; maybe this is a good excuse. âYou like soup? If we canât find some already made, I can make you some in no time.â
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Levi still seems cautious â which is fair. Obviously he wouldnât want people knowing about his affiliation: the former Essex residents might be profoundly grateful to the Brotherhood, but itâs not like theyâre well regarded in the grand scheme of things. At the manâs question, Sawyer nods. âNine years. Iâd given up. Never thought I was ever gettinâ outta there. I ainât gonna tell no one, âbout you I mean. Yâall saved my life.â
Nine years. The muscle in Leviâs jaw tightens, and his expression turns hard. Heâs never going to forget sitting with Riley on their shitty little couch, sides pressed together and hands tangled like they were holding on for dear life, as theyâd watched the Essex interviews. This man had gone through much of the same for nine fucking years.
âIâm sorry it wasnât sooner.â Levi assumes a lot of people must be apologizing to them, but he feels like he has more reason to than most. He sucks down another lungfull of his cigarette, lets it burn for a second or two before shaking his head and continuing in a soft cascade of smoke. âWe- tried before. End of April.â Leviâs not sure they even knew that; maybe the first Brotherhood attack had been carefully suppressed, just like everything else. âAnd⊠we fucked up.â Itâs hard to admit anyway, but especially difficult to someone whoâd subsequently been subjected to another month of torture because of it. âShouldâve been sooner.â
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Itâs an effort to hold back the stink-eye that comes so naturally at his comment about his anger not being directed at her. He has nothing to be angry with her about, is the immediate thought thatâ thanks to better judgementâ is pushed aside without acknowledgement. Still, the confirmation that their fighting doesnât have to escalate again; that she doesnât have to be at the ready to hold her own again, does wonders for her too tight muscles.Â
It doesnât look as drastic as it feels, sheâs sure, but all at once the tightly coiled up tension in her shoulders and all down her back slowly start to unravel. And relax. Stevie takes a deep, cleansing breath that for the first time in a month isnât coated in anger or frustration.Â
Sheâs still angry. But it sits.. differently, within her.Â
âI want you to know Iâd do anything for you, Stevie. I mean it.â
Stevie nods, but only as an acknowledgement, so he knows that sheâs heard him. Claiming the statement feels.. wrong, somehow. Maybe she doesnât believe it. Maybe she canât. Not yet, anyway.
âIâm not going to tell you how to live your life, kid.â An exhale, and more unraveling tension. âYour choices are yours. And so are the consequences. I want to be left out of it, Levi. Notââ Sheâs quick to clarify, shooting him a soft, mildly panicked look. âNot out of everything, just.. out of that part.â That part; It; all fillers to avoid saying the name of his band of terrorists. âI love you. And you know Iâve always got your back. But.. I donât want to hear about them, okay?â Despite her best efforts, her bottom lip quivers and her voice cracks. âI donât want to know what theyâre having you do.â Stevie nods to herself, first slowly then with more conviction. âItâs all I can think of⊠Itâs the only way to make this work.â
He senses it more than he can actually see it, but Levi still watches carefully as something in Stevie seems to⊠relax. Unspool, just a little bit. Thatâs a good thing, he thinks. Or at least⊠he hopes. For his part, he carefully flexes the stiffness from his hands at his sides, letting his fists relax, and listens to what she has to say.
It isnât surprising, but that doesnât mean it doesnât sting, just a little. Keeping what he and Riley do for the Brotherhood from his mother is hard enough sometimes, feels bad enough for the secrets they keep⊠but maybe it was selfish of him to unload those things onto Stevie instead. Like a confessional she never asked for, and Levi never examined closely enough to see it was hurting her. It stings to know that now, but he supposes⊠better late than never. Itâs better now than after itâs too late.
So, Levi barely has to think about it before he nods in agreement. âOkay,â he says quietly, meeting Stevieâs gaze with his own, still a little glassy and red-rimmed. âOkay,â he reiterates more firmly, nodding now. âIf thatâs what it takes, Iâll do it. I promise.â Itâs so easy to promise this, to get his sister back. It wonât necessarily be easy to carry out, but thatâs a problem for the future.
A beat stretches between them, then another. Leviâs chest feels tight as he draws a shaky breath, but at least this one brings a little more relief. âI love you, too,â Levi promises, quietly but with obvious earnesty, thick with feeling. A hundred more explanations or apologies die in his throat as he holds out his arms instead, silently asking â begging, even, considering the look in his eyes as he rapidly blinks a few more tears back â for a hug.
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Well, she figures heâs not wrong. Theyâre still learning the boundaries of this new, precarious friendship, and casual drop ins arenât exactly the foundations of a ticking time bomb of a friendship. But, the problem with Finleyâs morally upright composure is that it tends to breed morally upright friends. So, when the things weighing on her are morally dubious if she puts it lightly, then it feels like a burden too big to place on the shoulders of any of her friends at the institute. Taking the glass in her hands, she nods. âGuilty, I guess.â A poor choice of words based on the topic of conversation sheâs about to steer onto, but maybe Levi will find some morbid humor in it. âMastenâs son goes to the institute. I killed his Dad, Iâm sure you know. It was one of the ones that control minds that made me do it, it wasnât of my own free will. But, I had to watch him die at my hands, and now I have to see his kid in the halls almost every day.â She lays out, words tumbling from her mouth at a mile a minute. âAnd, my other friends, theyâre not going to understand what itâs like to kill someone. You do.â She pauses for a brief moment. âNo offense.â Thereâs another beat. âI donât really know what Iâm looking for, here. I just⊠desperately have needed to talk about it, and Iâve been too scared to talk to anyone else.â
Phew. Heâd essentially asked her to lay it all out on the table, and thatâs exactly what Finley does. Instead of taking a full seat in the living room, Levi settles perched on one of the couch arms, listening to everything Finley has to say with rapt, maybe even slightly too intense attention. This isnât really something heâs gotten to discuss with too many others, either, or if it was, no one with morals like Finley has.
Already this reminds Levi of the talk he had with Samson, not long after heâd been sprung from Rikers, thanks in no small part to the woman in front of him now â and the other spies. Both of these reminders leave a bitter taste at the back of his throat, something he endeavors to wash away with a drink and almost succeeds.
âYou wanna know how I sleep at night, Iâm guessing,â Levi asks with a small, borderline sardonic smile. He glances down at the glass in his hands, his gloved hands, and considers. âThe first time I killed someone wasnât of my own free will, either. It was an accident. A crowded subway.â Levi presses his lips into a thin line, then barely shakes his head. âI didnât sleep for a few days. Couldnât really be convinced it wasnât my fault. I know itâs not the same,â he adds, finally glancing up to Finley again. âYou were forced to do what you did. And that matters. But the most important thing you can do is⊠remind yourself you didnât choose to do it.â
Levi pauses for a moment, then canât help but add: âPlus, Masten was an absolute fuckinâ tool. What you did to him, he wouldâve done to hundreds, thousands of our kind in much shittier, more underhanded ways. For what itâs worth,â he finishes with a casual shrug, watching her over his glass as he takes another sip. He says so partially to lighten the mood, but it isnât as though Levi thinks heâs wrong to say so.
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     the more levi explains, the more confused fins grows. he doesnât know much about the world above, including the languages that people use. his experience with english is by chanceâthere are people who speak differently in the sewers, but none had taught him anything about it. âoh,â he says, instead of asking more questions. from the casual way levi speaks, he assumes this is common knowledge. maybe heâll figure it out for himself? âand they sell⊠spicy things?â
âYeah,â Levi agrees enthusiastically, turning a corner with a couple of quick nods and paying zero mind to a woman who opts to cross the street rather than pass the unlikely duo on the sidewalk. âAnd itâs not a specific kind of food, either, like. Peopleâll make anything spicy. You can get spicy candy, if you want. What's your favorite kinda food? âCause I bet we can find it spicy.â
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âMet an ex. Didnât exactly like the way it went,â he says, grimacing at the whole⊠mess with Mark that had happened just a couple of nights back. Itâs still in his head, focused and horrible. He wants to wash it out with tequila. âAnd besides, I donât exactly like being alone hankering for a goddamn drink with my head pounding. I can be miserable in public.â
Heâs a little more muted, and he expects a quick word or a sharp jab from him. But nothing yet, and he soothes himself with the fact that the doppelganger was at least a fellow mutant; less likely to get his ass to HR. âSo. Whatâs your poison? Your mutation?â Dante shrugs. Itâs always a hit or miss question with people like them. Either it was a party trick, the core of their being or a traumatic memory. He doesnât know how to parse it, so he ends up going forward, barreling on. âYou donât have to tell me if you donât wanna. Just curious.â
Levi just nods blandly when Dante mentions an ex. Having been with Riley for over half of his life, he doesnât really know what having an ex is like, so he usually opts not to comment on those threads of conversation. Plus, Dante is a stranger. Leviâs positive he doesnât want to know anything about the manâs love life, just as heâs sure Dante doesnât want him to ask. He understands being miserable in public, if nothing else, so Levi will briefly cheers to that before taking a slow sip of his new drink.
âWhatâs your poison? Your mutation?â The way the question is posed is entirely too apt. Levi rolls the bourbon over his tongue with a blank expression and considers lying. Heâs got a list of clever comebacks a mile long for âwhy the gloves?â that heâs cultivated over the past fifteen years. Something about this interaction makes him want to tell the truth, but only in a weaponized sort of way. "I kill people." Blunt. Simple. To the point. And that's all it is, isn't it? There's no nuance to what Levi can do.
He leans one elbow on the bar so he can face Dante, head tilted with a hint of intoxication and plenty of curiosity. "You?"
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S. MUSAâ:
Who: Sela & Levi
What: the grand opening of The Gorgonâs Lair
When: September 17th, 1998 (a whole month later than originally advertised, and thatâs definitely not my fault)
The opening of the large doors causes a brief flash of light at the galleryâs entrance that catches Selaâs attention, which in turn has her politely excusing herself from a pair of long time clients that had come to show their support. With a smile, she makes her way to the newcomer; the hem of her long, white gown swaying gently with each step. âHello there! Allow me to welcome you to The Gorgonâs Lair!â Her gloved arms spread wide with an artful flourish, each pointing to their own elaborate archwayâ the two true entrances to the gallery itselfâ as she comes to a stop a safe distance away. âCan I offer you a glass of water or champagne while you wander?âÂ
Levi isnât someone who has a lot of opportunities to wear a suit; itâs just not who he is, and not the sort of events he attends. Tonight, though, is special, and if heâs being perfectly honest with himself, heâs been looking for a good excuse to wear this again. The Parisian suit he was gifted is obviously expensive and immaculately tailored, which means that for once, he fits right in with the rich-looking crowd milling about Selaâs new gallery.
Staring down one particularly intricate sculpture â he wonders what other people think of Selaâs skill, to so accurately reflect these delicate stems and leaves, veins and fingerprints in perfect stone, when he knows the truth â Levi has his hands shoved deep in his pockets to avoid touching. Selaâs voice distracts him from the temptation and prompts him to turn, and the smile he offers is rakish.Â
âThanks,â he says genuinely for the welcome, and the offer. âWould love a glass of champagne, actually. And the grand tour?â
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     just like that, itâs as if heâs lit a fire under leviâonce again, one he has no real understanding of. the explanation is perfectly lucid, but fails to give him understanding nonetheless. how can something be hot but⊠not hot? he thinks back to the wine frances had given him, and wonders if itâs like that. warm on the inside, instead of the outside. curious enough to follow, fins trails after levi with only one other question out of his mouth. âwhatâs a mercado?â
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Fins falls into step beside him, and Levi finds he actually has to lengthen his pace to keep up. It isnât often he needs to look up to talk to someone, tall as he is, so with his hands in his jacket pockets he cranes his neck at Fins and simply smiles. âSpanish for market. Like a supermarket.â Levi pauses, then opts to over-explain, just in case. âYâknow, where you buy food and stuff? But this place has got more Spanish and Mexican things than other grocery stores.â
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feat. @doctor-croweâ
god put me on this earth to annoy my sister
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R. HUNTERâ:
âSounds more than good enough for meâ he answers, an easy smile on his lips as he presses yet another lingering kiss to his lips. The thought of a future with Levi by his side had always made him happy, and even after a decade, he still got excited about the changes that happened from time to time. This one felt more permanent than when they first had decided to move in together but it didnât scare him.Â
He looks at Levi with nothing but love in his eyes, his heart still jumps upon hearing those words âItâs going to be more than perfect, it will always be the two of us. I love youâ and for him too, it was just as simple as that.
THE END.
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     just as levi struggles, fins finds it difficult to answer the question posed. does he like it? ââŠsometimes,â he starts, hesitantly. âother times, not so much.â the world up here is much more open than the world beneath. and there, at least, he had been in the company of people that would keep him safe. but food is more interesting ( and less painful ) to discuss than the tragedies of his various predicaments. âi donât know what that means,â he admits, feeling sheepish. âiâve never had anything⊠spicy.â
âReally?â Any of Leviâs anger at Finâs situation dissipates all at once, and he grins and throws his hands wide. Itâs like Fins has just told him heâs never met a kitten, and Levi gets to introduce him to kittens. ( Maybe Fins has never seen a kitten, either. ) âDude, spicy food is likeâŠâ Heâs never had to try and explain spicy food to someone before. âItâs hot, but not the temperature. Like-â Okay, this is hard. Itâd be easier to show him. âCome on,â Levi insists, giving Finsâ arm a quick pat and then gesturing over his shoulder, taking a couple of steps backwards. âThereâs this lil mercado around the corner. Letâs get you something spicy.â
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