levividalisâ:
   Once Aydinâs arms curled around Leviâs body, the water witch crumbled into his embrace. His face was buried in the crook of the shifterâs neck, his fingers curling into the fabric of Aydinâs shirt. He deeply inhaled the otherâs scent that had an incredibly calming effect on him. âI donât think I can talk about it.â Not yet. Not now. Leviâs voice broke as he spoke those words, and he inhaled another deep breath. All these years, he wanted nothing more than to get his memories. And now? âI want to forget.â
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Aydinâs grip tightened around the witchâ he was a dancer, his form was slight and he felt as though if he clutched him hard enough he would feel the outline of every bone and lean muscle, that he could eventually stitch together what was broken within him. He had done his own damage upon Levi, he knew that well enough, but if there was even the slightest chance that he could redeem himself by doing something goodâ he pulled away, hearing Leviâs words by his ear. âOkay.â Nervousness hummed its own song in his chest but he pressed his lips to the otherâs, bringing them together, tasting salt water while he did so.














