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Posted on June 8, 2010 at 00:10:29 AM by l e v i
 Levi had no disappointments about being in shaman versus where he had been. There was simply nothing to miss, and he lacked that idea that perhaps he was in the right to feel violated, to feel like he'd had many things stolen from him by... that man...that he had a right to be angry, to want revenge... Levi lacked all of this... Levi was broken. Although Levi was resolute in his rejection of the title of 'angel', he truly was one. Well not literally, but he was the ultimate in self-sacrifice, he cared adamently about everyone he came in contact with, and would often stop at nothing to help them. He never asked for anything in return, and he had no personal goals of his own, nothing selfish that he did for himself. Xerxes often said that everyone needed to be a little selfish, everyone needed SOMETHING for themselves, but Levi still refused the need for something like that. "I don't deserve it." That's what he said every time Xerxes tried to break him of his draining selflessness. In some ways he had succeeded, he had gotten Levi thinking about joining one of the villages... that is, before they were all destroyed.. Thinking about Xerxes made Levi's chest hurt... No... No it was something more than that... He could see the dawning realization of some of the surrounding refugees. Their connections with their familiars were no longer severed. Levi's chest hurt because Xerxes was too far away; the distance between them was painful, literally. Levi tried to not show it, however. Squire had been through enough and didn't need to be worrying about his savior's health and, let's face it, Levi is the master at hiding things. In dealing with his pain, he hadn't entirely noticed the awe in the way squire looked up at him, over his wings and such. Although Levi was, indeed, becoming ethereally beautiful as he grew as a fae, he never thought of himself as such... perhaps it was the scars, like an all-encompassing anti-pretty thing. Levi did, however, catch Squire's comment about not being shy and smiled a little. "Perhaps not, but everyone deserves some privacy, and since you've been through so much already it was better to be safe than sorry.." he explained, and it made sense, but mostly it was Levi's own insecurities about being 'seen' that made him so consciensious about other people's modesty. "You can wear that coat while we try to repair your clothes." he offered, listening closely to Squire's breathing and such so as to be just as effective as if he were looking. When he heard the pained sound he supposed that Squire had found some injury that needed tending to, but he waited for him to speak. He was quite polite, Levi, even as a kidnapper, as Candil could tell you. As for seeing another man naked, Levi wasn't bothered by the fact. He was perhaps the single gayest individual in Shaman for the longest time, and had made that fact very clear to Candil when she had feared his raping her under Mallos' orders. She had never met someone so open about their sexuality, but Levi thought it best not to allow for any confusion, and after accidentally leading on a girl before his arrival here he had learned his lesson about 'waiting until the right time'. At the sound of his name Levi finally turned, and there was a grim familiarity in his eyes as he saw the scattered marks of abuse. He was very familiar with it, had subjugated himself to it out of some sick idea that he deserved it. But still, he never though anyone else deserving of such abuse. He smiled hollowly and shifted to look at the gash. Judging by the way it bled, he needed more than just his fingers. Lifting the duster he draped it over Squire's shoulders. "I'll need to get some more things to help with that, I'll be right back." he said warmly, and left briefly to retrieve items for stitches and something to remove the embedded shard. He returned to sit behind him, removing the duster gently and gently leaning him forward. His wings shielded most of him from the view of others, but let light through to see his back. In his time living as a survivalist, Levi had learned many skills, and seemed unphased by blood as he worked swiftly to remove the shard. Dropping it into an empty bowl from a previous meal, he then used some water and a towel to clean the area and proceeded to stitch the wound closed. "A healer will be able to have a better look later, and probably keep it from scarring..." he murmured lowly to him, just between the two of them. He seemed very... sympathetic... about the potential for it to scar... For a moment he seemed lost, staring at it, his mind somewhere else entirely. He shook himself back to reality and moved to his front so as to bandage the cuts on his knees. He didn't seem bothered by Squire's nudity, like most straight men would be, particularly so near to the groin, but he didn't seem to be hormonally intrigued either. He was 'professional' in his nursing of Squire's wounds. "They're beautiful... your tattoos..." he murmured, trying to keep some conversation going so as to keep Squire calm. If he were to get upset about scarring, his blood pressure would rise, and he wanted to limit the amount that his body tried to bleed itself. [954 words] 170 points - Level III Familiar - Xerxes / Snow Leopard / Male body/ roughly 8.5 ft from head to tail weight/ ~120 lbs White dragon wings with a light blue shine to them covered in tiny feathers Crystallization Illusionism  |
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