#leviticus headcanon

[ufoundheaven]

naim did not come from a household that was physically affectionate. in the previous places he lived, he was so concerned about making his friends uncomfortable that they never hugged or slept in the same bed either. god forbid changing in front of eachother.

so when he and ryan got together, he really had to get used to the casual touches from ryan. ryan’s love language has always been physical touch, and he finds a lot of comfort through that. he loves having a hand on naim, bringing him comfort and feeding his possessive nature that has only grown since they ran away.

naim likes when ryan touches him like this, but hesitates initiating. he gets in his head saying that he is making ryan uncomfortable or that his draw to feel ryan casually is in some way predatory. one day, while ryan is making them dinner, naim puts a hand on his waist. ryan leans in and kisses him on the head, a seal of approval. naim was more free with his touches after that day.

[ufoundheaven]

i like to imagine ryan and naim going out with their new melbourne friends once they’ve settled in. just being normal guys. naim making fun of ryan’s drink choices. ryan keeping one hand on naim at all times, even if it is just a shoulder touch with his hand. they feels so safe in the crowds, knowing the entity could never find them there. the drunker they get the softer they get and all their friends make fun of them but they could not care less.

[ufoundheaven]

leviticus hc since i can’t stop thinking about it and want to be more active on tumblr

after leaving town , naim and ryan’s dream is to have a home of their own. they talk about it all the time, like the have all the money in the world. what the house would look like, how it would be decorated and have space for them to have pets. a pool. a deck. a garden.

they know that their first space will be nothing like that due to their circumstances, but it always makes them giddy thinking about it.

they work odd jobs and save money for several months, living in shelters and eventually motels. after living in motels consistently, they begin gathering things from charity shops. mostly portable things such as pots and pans and small chairs, knowing they can purchase larger items when they have space to store it. naim has a very specific vision that ryan tries (and sometimes fails) to shop for. ryan would not care if their apartment had not a single piece of decore or vintage cups, as long as naim was there with him. in their space.

when ryan turned eighteen, they applied for the cheapest studio apartment in melbourne they could find. they day the offer got accepted, they could not keep their hands off of eachother for two days straight. a hand was on one’s shoulder or one’s waist at all times. it was like they needed to become one. like they were becoming one

they slept on a blowup mattress the first night, but neither cared. they kept calling it “our bed” over and over and over. it was the first places they truly belonged. it was theirs. the touches were oh so tender in a way that boarded doubt. not of the connection but of the fact that any of this was real. that the other man they laid entangled with was real. that the intimacy they were experiencing was no one’s to judge or criticize. that no violence could break their touches, as they were together. in their home.