a study in emotions completely failed , levi maintains a blank expression , eyes half - lidded as they watch charon’s assured spiral into rage ; perhaps this was his goal all along , an exercise in pushing buttons & eliciting flames he could curl up to ( charon hardly makes that a challenge , near instantaneous in his litany of words thrown out like declarations of war ). unfortunately , he’s amused , if not virtually unaffected. how comforting his anger is , to know he’s become his own person in spite of the circumstances of his birth ! to know he , despite sharing a face with voltron’s center , is an individual —– a violent , unpredictable individual.
there’s something poetic in charon’s claim ( YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT ) as if he’s got any real idea of who levi is , what levi has done , the things he’s experienced & the way he truly thinks … laughable , but earning no such mirth from the smaller , gripped up figure. his chest echoes inside with the rapid beating of his heart , the blood pumping through his veins & the intensity that leaves him breathless —– this is charon’s doing , of course , but levi is more than aware he cannot kneel in the face of his body’s instinctive reaction. ‘ you’ve supplied me only with jabs everyone else has already thrown. you’re going to have to try harder than that. ’
little does he know , levi’s spent the past several moments following his initial comment reeling in the guilt of it , the regret charon promises to inflict ( WHY MUST HE MAKE AN ENEMY OF EVERY STAR IN THE UNIVERSE ? ). ‘ if you want to cause me any pain , i suggest it be physical. because i guarantee all of the weaknesses you think you’ll find with words don’t exist. ’ he sighs , gaze shifting elsewhere , dull & monotonous in nature , as if he weren’t trapped in the midst of charon’s jaws. ‘ i promise you , there’s only one thing you could do to me that no one else has done. ’ so just kill me already !
HE KNOWS HE IS ILL - TEMPERED ! he knows how often he garners looks of fear / hate / distrust. it’s because fists curl before palms open, legs shifting to a stance more akin of a predator than equal. it’s because he bares fangs before bowing head, offering no sign of submission in the face of a challenger. IT’S BECAUSE IT IS ALL OR NOTHING ! victor or lesser / champion or failure. instinct, however warped it may be, demands action, and the lack thereof inspires charon to label himself weak / foolish / cowardly. he vowed to never be that way again. and levi, this creature of taunts and jest, will not have him break that promise. ( HE WILL NOT BE SEEN AS ANYTHING LESS THAN A MONSTER ! )
funny how he claims he’s more, yet turns his back on progress for the sake of pride.
‘ try harder ? ’ disbelief laced within growled vowels, syllables announced as if forced through the gate of his teeth, his fangs. fist curls tighter, claws ensnared into fabric while a harsh yank is given, jolting the other in an attempt to have eyes trained on him. WHO IS HE TO LOOK ASIDE ? WHO IS HE TO SEE THE APEX OF CREATION AND DEEM HIM UNWORTHY OF THY’S GAZE ? he is kuron charon. a forceful mix of human nature and inhumane weaponry, no longer leashed and unwilling to be so ever again. WHAT RIGHT DOES HE HAVE ! what right does levi hold in order for him to deem him weak?
hissed voices in his ear, a whispered command of KILL ! KILL ! KILL !
‘ too bad i don’t take orders from you. ’ said to levi? or the witch at his ear? fist uncurls slowly, breathing heavy while body, taut and ready to strike, forces itself into docility. INSTINCT RAGES, TORN BETWEEN THIS ADMITTANCE OF WEAKNESS AND ACCEPTANCE TO WALK TALLER THAN THE OTHER ! shiro had once said to pick his battles. this one wasn’t worth it, no matter the anger that fuels him. no matter the outrage that had struck. truly masochistic, this one is : an unbound man yet chained all the same, insults more akin to love bites and force recognised as passion. CHARON ISN’T THAT MAN ! at least, that’s who he hopes never is again.
levi is asking for a deathwish. CHARON IS NO MURDERER !
‘ find someone else to annoy. ’ a shove is given unceremoniously, frown deep and eliciting the beginnings of rings at the corners of mouth. ‘ i’ve stopped being a plaything years ago. you should too. ’
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