leviathan-han:
Levi hobbled his way back to his dorm from Edgars penthouse, eye black, lips bloody, and wrists covered in bruises. His throat was slightly red; probably from the choking. It was his fault, he shouldnt have dropped the plates. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. Levi felt trapped, stuck in the loop. He was trapped in back home, the smell of cigarettes and the shuffle of cards. Levi was backed against the wall near the dorms, he couldn’t process anything, Levi heard a voice call out to him. “I’m sorry, what?”
Originally posted by httpsung
salem was on her way to the small crystal and soap shop near the lake when she caught sight of the familiar, battered boy. she blinked once, then quickly called out, “levi?” she walked toward him, tucking her crystal ball into her pocket as she made her way over. “levi, are --- you okay?” she asked, examining him closely.















