with @msucallie on the quidditch pitch
it’s only a day — correction: about twelve hours, give or take — before the next quidditch match, and levi’s kind of anxious. of course he is, after that horrendous match last game. he can’t afford another screw up like that. and what does levi do when he’s troubled? no, it’s not beating the crap out of a punching bag, because that’s reserved for his anger. when he’s unsettled, he takes refuge on the quidditch pitch. usually it’s to fly around, but this time, though, he’s not on his broom. instead, he’s lying down right in the middle of the pitch, staring up at the night sky. he’s pretty sure they’re not supposed to be out here anymore at this hour, but that’s about the last thing on his mind right now.
they, because it’d only taken callie about fifteen minutes before she’d found him here, after he hadn’t responded to a text she’d sent earlier. ‘missed me too much, did you?’ he’d greeted her the minute she’d come into view, but after promising her that he’s fine and telling her that she shouldn’t worry so much or else she’ll get even more of those premature wrinkles, he’d pulled her down with him. one transfigured scarf later, they’d wrapped themselves up in a blanket. he doesn’t know how long they’ve been here, but that’s okay.
“what d’you think—” he starts, after levi deems it necessary to break the comfortable silence between them. it’s said in a way that makes it obvious he’s about to spew something ridiculous, but there’s a pause as he stretches noisily, trying his best to smother a yawn but failing miserably. his back kind of hurts. snug blanket or not, the ground’s not as cosy anymore after that first hour of lying here. despite that, he doesn’t make any attempt to get up, instead letting his arm drape back around callie’s shoulders before repeating: “what do you think the moon rabbit’s makin’ in his mortar right now?” ah, there it is.
if there is one thing she knows about levi, it’s how he tries to shoulder everything on his own even if the situation is out of his control. he’s stubborn and overly independent. he rarely relies on other people when it comes to his own feelings and it's no secret that he acts impulsively on them as well. in all honestly, it isn’t hard to read how the hwaseong actually feels — not to callie, at least. when he’s angry, he lashes out. when he’s upset, he sulks and pouts. when he’s excited, he grins so widely, so mischievously, he’s like a child who has just received his new favorite toy in the whole wide world. but he isn’t any of these things now. no, this was something totally different that she couldn’t quite place her finger on.
levi rarely leaves callie ‘on read,’ if at all. regardless whether or not he was busy, he would at least text her back asking her if they can talk later or would call her immediately if he was actually free. she knew he wasn’t asleep just yet as they both tend to spend their nights a little late the night before a quidditch match, so after waiting about half an hour for some sort of response or s.o.s from her best friend ( because who knows with levi, truly ), callie finally decides to take a walk — her body immediately b-lining towards the quidditch pitch.
‘i thought i’d find you here.’ her voice broke the silence of the chilly autumn air, playfully rolling her eyes at the other’s quip as she approached him. they had their usual banter, mostly callie light-heartedly telling the senior to ‘shove off’ as he made fun of the worry lines on her face just before finding herself cuddled up next to him only moments later out of his retaliation. she couldn’t even find the energy to retort how unfair it was for him to use his strength against her ( oh, how she hated being small ) because now she is in the comfort of his warmth, the transfigured blanket doing its job to keep them huddled together as they quietly looked up at the deep night sky.
the new silence was long, but it was comfortable. time seemed to have stopped for them for a moment, neither one of them making any sudden movements while the only sounds coming from them are the sounds of their slowed breathing. it was getting later and later, but they aren’t actually aware how much time has passed. at one point, callie was catching herself dozing off, perhaps being a little too much at ease while in levi’s embrace, the warmth from the blanket only adding more to her comfort. but then she hears him finally breaking the night’s stillness, expectantly waiting to hear what he has to say.
he shifts and she moves along with him, readjusting herself so that they’re both a little more comfy ( though they can only do so much with what they had especially with the ground beneath them ). then the question was finally spoken; and with how bizarre it may have sounded to anyone else if they heard it, it wasn’t bizarre to callie. not in the slightest. she took a moment to think about it carefully, her eyes lingering thoughtfully on the moon as it beamed directly above them, a soft hum escaping her lips.
“maybe… he’s grinding up people’s wishes.” she spoke after a moment or two. she knew it didn’t make sense considering the actual legends of the the moon rabbit. but with levi, she also knew he wouldn’t mind her spewing her own sort of nonsense. besides, where would be the fun without a little imagination? “i think he listens to the conversations of the people gazing up at him and keeps their wishes for them. he grinds those wishes up, puts them in little jars, and then grants them for you when you need them the most — probably in ways you’d least expect it to.”
she shrugs a little, looking a little bit amused by her own response. “but that’s just me. what real answer are you looking for, levi?”
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