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 Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2016 9:57 am
Once they'd made it through the Hall of Shadows, Labyrinthite had teleported himself, and his two lieutenants, back into the city. Aluminite had parted ways hastily, eager to go home and get away from the general. Domeykite had not been so lucky, because of his injury, and had been forced to go home with his superior officer.
They had teleported again, into the general's home, powering down almost immediately afterwards. Chase deposited Levi onto his bed unceremoniously, before disappearing into the bathroom attached to the room. Over all the room was decorated sparsely, with a large bed with black sheets and comforter stretched across it and a dresser the only pieces of furniture within it. Off to the left was a large closet and to the right, the bathroom from which Chase was reemerging from.
In one hand was a first aid kit and in the other a freshly broken ice pack ready to be pressed against the injured leg.
He sat beside the younger man, opened the first aid kit and rummaged through it, pulling out an alcohol wipe. Bright eyes searched Levi's face before he reached and grabbed the man by the chin. "Hold still, this will sting."
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2016 11:27 am
It was a peculiar thing to be sitting atop the neat bedding of General Labyrinthite. It felt too mundane for the man he had begun to know as The Reaper, the harsh, demanding superior that he had been unlucky enough to draw the attention of. Once they had met, almost as equals, when the other man had still been able to smile - What had happened since then, he wondered? When Chase reemerged from the bathroom with his first aid supplies in hand, Levi felt his shoulders tense all over again. Even amidst the personal, human interior of Chase's home, Levi felt as if he were waiting for the axe to fall at any moment. What reason did a weapon of war have for healing? "Fine," he mumbled, through gritted teeth, as Chase's fingers latched onto his chin. For a moment he stared into the gold eyes that swept him over in such a calculating way, then let the acid green irises settled on the wipe he was bringing ever closer to a wound that Levi had yet to even see. He had once found Labyrinthite an attractive man, with a smile that lit up his eyes and a charm that made him seem hopeful even in the depths of war. There was no denying a certain allure to his darkness, in the chiseled expression of his face. It was enough to make him avoid contact as the other man leaned in to clean the scrape across his brow, but not enough to dampen his own anger at giving up his time and well being for a war he didn't want. "I could do this on my own, you know."
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 9:58 pm
Everything about Chase seemed to contradict Labyrinthite. His home, his room, made him appear normal like he could live an ordinary life outside of his existence as the general called the Reaper. Not many saw the inside of his room, not many saw the civilian side of the soldier.
Levi was lucky. (Or unlucky as he saw it.)
The green-eyed man had potential and the whiskey-eyed man wanted to bring it to the surface, but he was stubborn and unwilling. Chase would break him if he had to, in the end.
Levi spoke and Chase stopped, swab pressed against the other man's skin and stared at him blankly. His head cocked and a dark brow arched, whiskey eyes meeting acid-green almost curiously before they returned to the wound.
"You'd likely ignore it." An assumption, but the man had faith in his words. The wounds inflicted weren't horrible but they were worse than they looked and he could see that from where he was cleaning. "You don't need stitches, but you do need a through cleaning."
Chase knew that Levi worked more than anything else, he'd been like that once. Now if he could get him to put even half of that drive and energy into his duties, the things Levi could do.
"Why are you so resistant?"
To him, to the negaverse, to this duties, the question was unclear.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2016 7:02 pm
Levi shrugged at his first words, because they were true. He would have ignored it. He would have ignored every injury he'd suffered and just gone back to work. When he was trying to salvage his career and meet the ridiculous demands of a part time job he never wanted, time was precious. Time was money and success and power. He looked up, unflinching, and met Chase's gaze - the acid eyes flicked from one amber iris to the other, as if they might rephrase the question for him. He knew the open-ended nature spoke as many words as it didn't and the expression on his face shifted from awkward to annoyed, until he finally grit his teeth and clenched his jaw to bite back some need to answer with profanity. He didn't think for one moment that Chase was asking out of the kindness of his heart - Levi knew better. Those eyes were still Labyrinthite's. Those eyes were a General's. "Why shouldn't I be? I'm giving up my life for what amounts to grunt work."
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 1:43 pm
Chase would have been foolish to think that Levi viewed any of this, the training or the aftercare, as worthwhile. He wouldn't have gotten to where he was if he couldn't read people well enough to at least pretend to know what they might be thinking. Or how to handle them.
"If you weren't so resistant then perhaps you wouldn't be stuck with grunt work," Chase quipped dryly, releasing his unrelenting grip on the man's face to fish through the kit for the proper band-aid to place on the split skin on his forehead. "You have potential and you're wasting it."
Chase paused, appearing to chew on his words when he smoothed his thumb over the band-aid to make sure it was fastened correctly and wouldn't peel away.
I don't want to have to break you, Chase thought as he looked at Levi, but I will.
"Giving up your life is being dramatic. You're barely meeting quotas as is. Fix it or it will only get worse."
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2016 8:59 pm
A wave of resentment hit Levi in the gut and he dropped his eyes from Chase's, lest the man see it written on his face too plainly. He wished he had a time machine so he could go back and prevent himself from being lured in my the promise Zinkenite offered. What had he even hoped to get from this? He had to swallow his words in the end, though it left a sour look on his face to do it. "Yes, Sir." He muttered it, almost sarcastically, but there was a defeated set to his shoulders. The gentle brush of Chase's thumb over the band aid made him frown and he raised his head again to cast an uneasy glare in his direction. "Are you done?" The words were soft, if sulking. He wanted Chase to get out of his space - and ultimately let him leave. It felt uncomfortable here in such a normal space, next to a normal guy when everything about his life was a** backwards and complicated. He wanted to go to the office and catch up on lost time.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2016 1:46 pm
His attention was directed to the medical kit that he was reorganizing, debating on whether or not it was worth tending to any of the other bruises or scrapes on Levi's face. Over all, the one he'd already bandaged was the only one that really needed tending. So, when Levi asked if he was done, he hesitated before eventually nodding.
"Yes," the word was said curtly, long fingers snapping the kit shut before gold eyes meet acidic green. "You may go." A soft but firm order because there was no way Chase could miss the way his subordinate was itching to leave.
He knew the close proximity irritated the other man. It was interesting to Chase, if he were honest, but he didn't comment about it. He would explore the knowledge at a later date he was certain.
"I'll be in touch," he reminded, sliding off the bed and heading towards his bedroom door, twisting the doorknob and leaning against it while he gestured for Levi to exit. "Don't disappoint me Levi," he added, underlying warning terribly obvious.
Chase, Labyrinthite, didn't like being disappointed.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2016 5:28 pm
Relief swept through Levi as he was ordered to leave - not that he appreciated feeling like he had to ask permission to live his life, but if it got him where he wanted to go he was more than happy to march out on a puppet's string. Long, skinny legs planted his chucks on the floor beneath him and he followed Chase to the door. He avoided his eyes as they settled on him, choosing instead to look through the now open door frame. "Sure thing, boss." His words were a mumble, though he did his best job at considering most of the irritation in his tone. An uneasy hand reached up and ruffled the hair at the nape of his neck, disheveling it more than it already had been in a gesture that was completely born of nerves. It let him focus on himself as he slipped past the imposing man and out into the hall beyond Chase's apartment. It felt better immediately - out here there were no human reminders of a man hollowed by chaos. The uneasiness settled between his shoulder unwound the farther he got from Chase's front door, glad to be gone and back to pretending he had a normal life.
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