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It was an excessive reaction, but Asia’s day had been a long one. Something about the young man’s scoff annoyed her, and she responded with an eye roll and a contemptuous smirk of her own. “We’ll never be able to live with your rejection.”
Anders smiled at that, raising an eyebrow. “Won’t you? I didn’t mean to sound rude, but I really don’t know why I would care about--what is this? Human Rights?”
“Not you - that asshole over there. You know, the guy acting creepy to that poor girl?”
“Didn’t notice. What’s he doing?”
"What the hell are you doing?"
“Um . . . Reading?”
What can the human rights movement do for you?
“Please, take a pamphlet.” Her friendliness was starting to dissipate from exhaustion and sheer boredom, but Anastasia still managed to smile. “We all adore new faces.”
Anders looked over top of the sunglasses perched low on the bridge of his nose. He scoffed lightly, smirking. “Um, yeah, I’ll pass.” He side-stepped the woman before him, making to leave. Perhaps he should take a pamphlet to know if this human rights movement would pose any sort of hinderance to him or his boys, but he couldn’t be bothered at the moment.
Just Strangers | Morgan & Anders
If that was a blush ne saw on his cheeks, it made something inside of nem curl in disgust. It wasn’t like when ne managed to make Levi blush, which had always made nem smile and come close to blushing nemself. No, this was disgust, and pride. It was working, whatever ne had had in mind to do to Anders, certainly it was better for the tall leader to think Morgan was interested in him than anything else. It would make it all less expected, wouldn’t it? "Hawai’i? Why on earth would you leave Hawai’i for here?” Morgan asked, furrowing nirs brow before shaking nirs head as ne laughed. That was a question ne’d never even properly gotten out of Levi, but that was part of the reason ne had decided to finally meet this Anders. The mystery never spoken about, the reason Morgan had started doubting where their relationship had been going. Shaking nirs head, Morgan shrugged before answering, fakely inspecting something on the shelf before looking up, “No and yes? I just moved back to town, I was born here and managed to get out.” Looking down at Anders’s hand, Morgan took it before smiling, the smile wide, and ne managed to look him in the eyes as ne said, cocking nirs head a bit, “Morgan.”
Anders was none the wiser to Morgan's scheming and completely enthralled at this point. Not only was he attractive and helpful, but kind as well, considering Anders was a complete stranger. There was something quietly hidden behind this lovely stranger's eyes that Anders interpreted to be that same attraction he was feeling.
"It wasn't an easy decision to just up and leave paradise, you know? But circumstances were what they were and this seemed like a town to better suit me and my boys." It was a bit more complicated than that, but nothing he'd willingly speak of right now. "You managed to 'get out'? Is there something I should know about the town?" The selkie raised both brows, a friendly smile playing at his lips.
"Morgan," he repeated. "Pleasure."
Post Fight Rituals || Anders & Levi
“Not one that creaked this much,” Levi retorted. His lips twisted in disapproval but he shrugged as he considered how the fight went down. All in all, Anders could have gotten out a lot worse for wear. The mention of the last fight pulled a real frown to the selkie’s face and he cast his friend a weak glare.
“Yeah, let’s not talk about that. I’m surprised you don’t have more permanent souvenirs from that round. ” Carefully, the ice pack was reapplied to Anders’ left eye socket and Levi braced his other elbow on the back of the couch. Beads of water had dripped off of Ander’s wet hair and was making little rivelets down the back of the hand Levi had at the back of his neck. It was a good thing he wasn’t ticklish, he thought to himself. A soft snort left the older selkie at Ander’s griping.
“Annoying it may be but it’ll keep your knuckles from getting infected or excess scar tissue from building up.” Levi pointed out, frowning a little. Having Anders insist on thanking him for taking care of him stung, strangely enough and brought memories of Morgan ordering him to be close right to the surface. Before the selkie even realized it, he was talking.
“Well don’t.” Levi fell quiet, shocked at his own sharp tone of voice.
“I just mean…”
An exasperated sigh hissed past the sculptor’s teeth, realizing how odd what he had said was.
“You’re close as blood to me. You never need to thank me for what I do. I…” Catching himself, Levi pinched his lips shut. I like being close to you, went unsaid. It just seemed cruel to say that when the last thing Levi could even think of was reciprocating Anders’ feelings, let alone bring up his missing skin and the beautiful monster that had stolen it. Blunt white teeth dug into his lower lip and Levi pressed his face into the arm he had propped against the back of the couch.
"Never mind. M’just tired." He muttered finally, glad the ice was in the way and preventing Anders from really looking at him.
"It's a good couch for the purposes of sitting. It stands, yeah?" Anders shifted pointedly, the couch groaning in response. Honestly, it was a shitty couch, but he tolerated it more than anything. Something about it felt like home.
"Maybe lost a few brain cells with that one. Not as many as you from those paint fumes or anything." Anders smirked, trying to turn to look at Levi. Levi was probably smarter than him in some regards, including that he'd not only finished high school, but went on to university. Anders accepted that much as fact, though he wouldn't admit that anytime soon.
"Well, that's a point, yeah, but it only might help. Nothing for sure, yeah?"
Anders was honestly taken aback by Levi's tone. It was so unlike him to use that tone with anyone, let alone his best friend. He attempted to turn again to look at Levi, but was again prevented by the ice pack. He said nothing, letting Levi talk, but even now there was something too serious about his tone that contrasted the joking that they'd just been doing. It was a bit unsettling, and Anders nodded a bit in response.
"If you're tired, maybe you could unwind a bit? I have a couple TV shows recorded and a handful of DVDs and shit if you wanna crash here tonight. I think I have popcorn too if you'll take me up on the offer." Anders used no real tone to his voice, keeping it even and friendly, trying to entice Levi to take him up on the offer. If Levi said he was tired, the younger selkie was inclined to believe him, but he knew it was more than that. If he couldn't get Levi to say it, at least he could get him to get his mind off of whatever it was.
Dead Ends || Levi & Anders
Levi’s eyebrows lifted and he smirked at his friend.
“If you believe Min-Kyu is the only one who’d side with me, you don’t know the boys as well as you think you do. My fantastic face commands a lotta respect.” The sculptor said imperiously.
Surprise blossomed over the young man’s face when his phone was pulled from his fingers and he blinked blankly for a second. For a second, the selkie’s heart quickened and he tried to remember what the last thing Morgan had texted him was. Since ne had taken Levi’s skin, ne had taken to calling him magically, rather than on the phone these days.
“You’re such an ass,” Levi growled, bracing a hand on the grass by Ander’s shoulder as his other made a grab for the phone.
The message on the screen was a list of abbreviated weekdays and times sent by another TA Levi worked with, nothing he had to worry about but he didn’t want Anders digging through his phone either.
"Well, maybe not the only one, but he'd certainly be the first. Your face doesn't command anything but attention, you egotistic little prick." Anders left the current message conversation to look through others, mostly to just annoy Levi.
"I'm the ass? You're the one sitting on top of me." He jerked back in attempts to keep the phone from Levi's hands, smirking up at him.
Coming across a message with a "Morgan", Anders opened it, intending on reading. Honestly, it was more to bother Levi than to really snoop on him. He had no reason to do anything of the sort.
Dead Ends || Levi & Anders
Levi’s lips tugged into an easy grin.
“You want your proof? Ask anyone. Go ask some of the Navy Seals. They all think my face is fantastic,” Levi sighed with all the drama of someone burdened with such tremendous beauty. He didn’t press any further when Anders simply said his current status was “friend”. Folding his arms over his chest, he breathed a sigh and looked over how Anders was crouched over him. Of course he wouldn’t let the younger selkie alone for long. Bringing his hands down, he touched the tips of his fingers to Ander’s knees and dragged them open to tickle him again. He heaved himself up suddenly, wrapping an arm around his friend and flipping them over so Anders was on his back in the grass.
"I win." He declared.
Levi stuck his tongue out at his friend before he felt a buzz in his pocket. Sitting back on his heels, he pulled his cellphone out to take a look at who was messaging him.
"Uh-uh. I don't think they'd side with you. Most of 'em would side with me, yeah? Well, maybe. Just about everyone but Min-Kyu--the fuckin' asshat--would side with me." Anders snorted at the dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes. "Terribly sorry to bother you, ma'am."
Anders yelped as he was tickled and flipped, letting out a soft 'oomph' when he landed in the grass.
"Are you seriously about to start this bullshit? You win?" Anders scoffed at the thought of losing a wrestling game to Levi. To spite him, he reached up and snatched away Levi's phone, trying to look at his messages.
"Who're you texting?" he asked, trying to roll to his stomach beneath Levi. "Got yourself a girlfriend?"
Dead Ends || Levi & Anders
"You’re so full of shit," Levi exclaimed, "Everyone. Everyone says my face is fantastic."
Catching Anders’ hand as the younger selkie smacked at his chest, Levi darted a hand of his own out to poke Anders in the ribs. He pulled an innocent expression and quickly released Anders’ hand and held his own hands up over his head in surrender before Anders could retaliate.
"That one, you totally deserved. And you can’t demote me to friend status…Wait, what’s my current status?" Levi raised himself up on his elbows, giving his friend a quizzical look. Though he was fairly certain that the answer would be as playful and light as the rest of the conversation they were having, some part of Levi worried that Anders still carried a torch for him. The familiar conversation hadn’t come up since they had moved to Barton Hollow and Levi wasn’t certain just how Anders felt about him these days.
"I've never heard it, so you have no proof, yeah? Can't prove anyone has said your face is fantastic."
Anders squeaked and jerked away, glaring, but not retaliating. He would save retaliation for later when Levi was unguarded.
"That was not deserved. And I can demote you, because you're an ass. Your current state would be friends, because I just demoted you." Anders knew that wasn't really what Levi was asking, but that wasn't a conversation they'd had in awhile. Honestly, Anders tried not to think of it too much, but he couldn't shake the feelings. They were there even if he didn't say anything.
Just Strangers | Morgan & Anders
’Man’. Ne grimaced internally at that, and just thought to himself that that was yet another reason to hate the boy who stood in front of nem, with all his length and classic good looks. Morgan didn’t look like that, had never looked like that, and he wondered why on earth Levi had picked nem and not the beautiful boy who Morgan knew was enamored by the sculpture as much as ne was. But Levi had picked Morgan, Morgan reminded nemself, and took the quiet victory.
Outside, ne wasn’t grimacing. Instead ne smiled again, before chuckling while dropping something into the basket in nirs hands. “Glad I could help — it’s a mistake a lot of new people in town make.” Morgan half turned to Anders, and licked nirs lips before adding, quickly, putting on an act as if he cared and this was all spontaneous instead of thought out and meticulous, “I’m sorry, I just assumed you were new since I haven’t seen you before. But then again, I’ve been out of town for a few years now.”
"And trust me," ne added, trying to make nirs voice sound like honey, Morgan’s smile soft but open. "I would remember someone like you."
Anders ran his eyes down Morgan's length, taking him in and silently appraising him. He wasn't unattractive, and Anders noted something in his eyes that was veiled in a certain, suave sense of mystery. Something about that intrigued him; drew him in a bit.
"I am new in town, yeah. More or less," he clarified, nodding. "Me and a couple of my boys came here from Hawai'i," he said, nodding. "So you live around here?" he asked. He wasn't all together that interested, still being hung up on Levi, but his interest was piqued. Especially if this guy was hitting on him. His cheeks lightly coloured, but he extended his hand anyway.
"I'm positive I would've remembered seeing you, too. I'm Anders."
Post Fight Rituals || Anders & Levi
Levi moved to sit sideways on the couch to Anders’ left, looking over the bruising already darkening the other selkie’s eye socket. The couch creaked ominously under him, inspiring a comically alarmed look to cross Levi’s face as he held still to see if the inherited furniture would fall apart. When it didn’t, he went back to taking care of Anders.
“You should switch up to southpaw more. Throw your opponents off,” Levi muttered, though his focus was more on tending to his friend’s wounds than on giving Anders tips on his fighting. One of his rough sculptor’s hands lightly cupped the back of Anders’ head to steady him as the ice pack was gently pressed over his left eye and held in place. Anders’ wet hair was cold and ticklish against the skin on the back of his hand but didn’t move his hand away.
“You know the drill, fifteen minutes in the soak n’ I can put some salve over your knuckles…”
Shaking his head a little, Levi flashed his friend a smile he was unable to see with the icepack blocking Anders’ view.
“You don’t have to thank me. Someone’s gotta take care of you.” Levi murmured and he meant it. There were times he felt guilty for being unable to reciprocate the kind of love that Anders had for him but it wasn’t guilt that brought Levi back to Anders’ house after every fight. He did love Anders and this was a way he could show it. It might not be the way Anders would like but it was the best Levi could do.
“f I bandage your hands, do you think you’ll actually keep them on longer than an hour, or…?” The sculptor chuckled under his breath, practically able to answer the question himself. Feeling the ice shifting a little under his hand, he lifted the pack away from Ander’s face for a second to readjust it.
Anders cracked a satisfied smirk at the surprise in Levi's face. "'s'matter? Never sat on a couch before?" He flinched slightly as the ice was placed against his eye.
"I would throw my opponents off, yeah, but then I might win and throw the bet. You gotta admit that I'm pretty decently uninjured for throwing a fight. If you remember--I know I barely do--a couple weeks ago I was not quite so okay. So, be happy I learned how to take a punch." Anders smirked from behind the ice pack smugly.
Anders shrugged a shoulder. "Eh. I feel like I need to thank you. It's not something I do a lot. And, you know, I could take care of myself. I'm a big boy now." He knew everything that had just left his mouth was about seventy-five per cent bullshit, but he meant that he should be thanking Levi. It wasn't something he did enough and Levi was honestly fantastic to him, even if it wasn't what he wanted from him. He let that thought stop short, trying his best to not think about this more-than-a-crush he had on Levi.
In the split second the ice pack was moved, Anders managed to glare at Levi playfully. "I tell you to not bandage my hands and you do it anyway. In my defense, it's annoying. And I leave it on for more than an hour. Don't be dramatic."
Dead Ends || Levi & Anders
Levi beamed up at his friend, not at all bothered by the other selkie’s weight. If anything, it was as comforting and familiar as any of their rough housing was.
"Whatever. My face is fantastic," The artist declared.
Releasing his hold on Ander’s cheeks to avoid getting swatted, Levi folded his hands behind his head and watched as his friend pouted. He pulled a mock sympathetic expression and nodded his head in agreement to Anders’ statement.
"You poor baby… you sure do got it hard," Levi cooed, "You were just sitting there, all innocent and minding your own business…"
A frown drew Levi’s brows together and he tilted his head as realization dawned over his features.
"No wait- wait, that was what I was doing before some epic basketcase came along and started picking a fight…”
Anders laughed, shaking his head. "Who told you that? They were definitely lying. Your face isn't that great."
He smacked Levi's chest lightly. "Don't be an ass. I didn't do anything to you. You're the weirdo swearing at your phone and torturing your best friend. I should demote you to friend status."
The taller selkie smiled with his threat, shaking his head. "I'm not the fuckin' basketcase. You are."
Post Fight Rituals || Anders & Levi
“You don’t even need to buy a bath mat,” Levi commented, eyeing the tiles before giving his friend a cheerful smile. “Just put another towel down or something….You do have more than one towel, right?”
Pushing off from where he leaned against the doorframe, the selkie nodded his head.
“Okay, just hurry up before it gets cold.” He turned away and headed back to the kitchen to finish tidying up. There wasn’t a lot Levi had to put away but there was no shortage of things for him to do while Anders was getting dressed. Grabbing the hem of his sweater, the selkie pulled it off over his head and tossed it onto the far end of the kitchen counter before turning on the hot and cold taps. Everything he had taken out was already put back where it had come from but there were dirty dishes that could be done.
Levi let out a quiet grunt of annoyance as he looked over the pile in the sink, really only noticing it now that he was done preparing the treatment for Anders’ hands. By the time he heard Anders return to the living room, a good third of the dishes were washed and set in the drying rack.
“Go ahead and stick your hands in the soak-” He called over his shoulder as he washed his hands clean. “I’ll be right there.”
Wiping his hands off on a dish towel, Levi turned back to the fridge and opened the freezer. He emptied the ice trays into a reusable ice pack and carried it out with him as he returned to the living room. Chuckling under his breath, he looked over the soak and the icepack, trying to think of how to balance both.
"Which eye got it worst? I’ll hold the ice in place while you soak your hands," Levi said as he moved to sit by his friend.
"Of course I have more than one towel. Towels come in sets and shit. I have more than one." Anders pointedly picked up another towel from the set to dry his hair.
He hastily got dried and dressed, not wanting to keep Levi waiting. Anders honestly enjoyed this bit, and he knew Levi went to lengths to take care of him. Letting him do it before the stuff got cold was the least Anders could do to repay him. The hair could wait until after this soak.
The boxer set himself down and obeyed Levi silently, putting his hands in the soak. It was just about the perfect temperature that he wouldn't complain one way or another about it being too hot or cold. "My left eye, probably. Fucker was definitely right handed."
Anders looked over at Levi, a calculating expression crossing his face. "Thanks for doing this every time. I don't think I thank you enough or something. Don't let that go to your head, though. Your head's big enough." The seriousness of the expression melted away as he teased, and he grinned at his friend.
Narrow Spines || Levi/Anders
Shaking his head slightly, the selkie breathed shallowly through his mouth as he waited for the feeling to pass. The nausea swelled for a moment and Levi thought he really was going to have to make a run for the bushes but it broke. Tension melted out of the selkie’s frame and his shoulders sagged as he brought a hand up to rub at his sternum. Color was slowly returning to his face, though he didn’t exactly look comfortable.
“Just got a little dizzy is all. I haven’t had anything to eat today is all,” He said. Levi frowned at the ground for a moment before flashing his friend what he hoped was a reassuring smile.
“It’s all ticketyboo, daddy-o,” Levi added, though his playful tone was forced, “And green tomatoes are delicious.” He walked on a few steps more, though he didn’t feel comfortable enough to keep sipping at his milkshake. Wanting to avoid talking about his sudden sickness or swimming or the sea, Levi changed the subject.
“Y’know…I just realized…If you’re not going to the grocer…where are you getting your groceries from?”
Anders' brow furrowed and he reached out to wrap an arm around Levi in attempts to keep him on his feet. Worry spread across his face and he stepped closer, trying to act as a balance for Levi.
"Well, why haven't you eaten? Jesus, man, you look like death right now. Sit down as soon as we get inside, yeah? We don't need you passing out or anything." Anders shook his head and ignored the smile. The veil of being okay was thin and Anders saw straight through it. He didn't even question what 'ticketyboo meant or where Levi had learned such a stupid phrase. He was beyond questioning at the moment.
Recognizing the desire to divert the subject from the sudden episode of dizzyness, Anders played along. "Well, right now, I have stale bread and a jar of mayo. That's about it. I haven't actually gotten any groceries in awhile."
Dead Ends || Levi & Anders
Levi leaned his head back to keep from catching a hand in the face as he continued to dig his fingers into Anders’ sides and stomach. He himself wasn’t and never had been ticklish, leaving him immune from retaliation. Anders’ exclamations were met with bright laughter and the broad, fearless smile of someone who trusted Anders whole heartedly. There wasn’t anyone in the world who knew Anders as well as Levi did, save Matteo, and Levi knew when he was nearing the end of Ander’s patience. Hearing the threat to his face, the selkie let out a dramatic gasp.
“Not my face-! Not my money maker!” Levi cried out in mock distress. He raised his hands up by his head and let Anders flip them over into the grass even as his voice melted into more peals of laughter. It felt so good just to relax and play like they used to. He didn’t even realize they hadn’t been this close since they had moved from the island.
The selkie smiled up at his friend from where he lay in the grass, looking over Anders thoughtfully before reaching his hands up and pinching Anders’ cheeks gently between thumb and forefinger. Smirking, he pulled Anders’ cheeks away from the selkie’s face to make him look ridiculous.
“You proud of yourself, you big bully? Getting your way by threatening bodily harm.” He asked.
Anders straddled Levi's waist once he'd flipped them and leaned over him, glaring. "Your money maker? Please. Your most valuable asset is your hands. You're a freakin' artist, your face is useless." Anders sat back on Levi's thighs for a moment, considering laying down on top of him to trap him there.
Once his cheeks were between Levi's fingers, the scowl on his face--however distorted it was at this point--deepened. "If you're not fuckin' careful, I'll cut those hands of yours off," he grumbled, swatting Levi's hands away from his face. He wasn't honestly mad--he enjoyed any time he got with Levi now--but his bottom lip jut out slightly and he crossed his arms over his chest.
"If either of us is a bully, it's you. I hate you. Asshole."
"I’m sure you can," Sienna responded, deliberately avoiding answering his question and biting back a sigh, glancing up at him. "You can just get in, I suppose."
Anders carefully scrutinized this woman's face before deciding that she seemed trustworthy enough. Even so, he responded with, "You swear to me that I'm not going to get messed with by some fishy, cheer squad?"
Without waiting for a real response, Anders stripped himself naked, covering himself with his skin. Clothes didn't magically fall off, and they didn't magically appear, but he figured the courtesy of covering up was the least he could do.
