Breaking His Amour [Sylve]

[Levi Garner]

[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-left: 15px solid #000000, bTable][STYLE=border: 5px solid #000000; margin-left: -3px; width: 100px; height: 100px; float:left;][/style][STYLE= font: 20pt georgia; color: #111111; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 25px;] WON'T YOU BEG ME AND TELL ME HOW TO LOVE YOU [/style][STYLE= margin-left: -3px; font: 7pt tahoma; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #eeeeee; text-transform: lowercase; background-color: #111111; padding: 10px; border: 3px solid #000000; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px]It wasn’t particularly odd for Levi to be banging on the Blackwood’s front door at all hours of the day and after his most recent escapades at the Power Plant the Jolteon Gijinka found himself sitting in front of the house, whimpering and scratching at the door at three in the morning. That incident had been days ago and while he had left the place with some sort of new acquaintance, but then he had been stupid enough to come back. The guards had surrounded the place and while getting in was easy, trying to leave was an entirely different story. The eighteen year old was in pain, his body had all sorts of cuts and bruises on it from trying to weave his way between the guards and escape in one piece. He had to hide in the slums to try and recuperate, but when the young blonde found that it wasn’t working he was left with no choice but to see his ‘big brother’ (at least that’s what he thought of the other). Guilt plagued the teenager as he sat in front of the door, his hands pressed against it as he continued to scrape at the wooden object and tried to garner someone’s attention from within the house. Levi didn’t want to bother Sylve with this, but he hurt, hungry, and as per usual the kid was having trouble sleeping. While this was something the blonde hated to do, he really wanted someone to cuddle with and Sylve was the only person he could think of that didn’t require him running back to Team Rocket with his tail between his legs. Not only that, but he missed seeing the guy, especially when he got to tease him everything, like the little perverted things he would find in the twenty-one year old’s room. Levi knew better than to make fun of him all the time though, after all boys had their needs so who was he to judge? “Sylve,” he whined softly, scratching at the door. Honestly the eighteen year old would have just walked right in if he wasn’t fearful of getting shot like he was living out in the slums. Hell, he looked like he was fresh out of the slums, clothes ripped and blood stained. Oh god, would Sylve even let him inside in this state? No, the eighteen year old wasn’t about to try something like that, not when he knew there were Gijinka in the house. It’d turn into some terrible situation, flamethrower to the face... that was almost like what he had done to Arthur, not that it mattered – the blonde wouldn’t ever be seeing him again. “Open the door please.” the kid protested weakly, bringing his hands down to hug himself, grimacing as the wound on his side started to bleed again.[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #111111; border: 5px solid #000000; font: 7pt courier; text-transform: uppercase; width: 345px; color: #ACACAC; margin-left: -3px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px;]words 0471 :: tags Sylve :: notes keep it short bros :: made by prism![/style]

[Sylvester Blackwood]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,430px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background: url(http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u200/c_crimson/posting%20templates/bg_14_02.png); padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 30px; border-left: 15px solid #26422A; bTable] Sylve usually didn’t have a problem sleeping soundly at night, but there were times when his throat would feel unusually dry after one or two strange dreams he had. It was usually about the same theme, spirits, ghosts, ethereal fire, but what made him all the more scared of these dreams was that he always faded and disappeared at the end – before waking up with a start. These dreams usually left him incredibly uneasy, as they represented something he feared the most. He knew that after a little rest and a glass of water though, he would be able to fall back asleep when the images from his nightmare blanked out from his mind. He walked down the small hallway that had his sister’s and his parents’ room as well to reach the stairway that led down to the first floor. They were living in the middle class district, and though their house was not as fancy as many of the others around, they could still easily keep up with a pretty two story building. The kitchen was on the first floor, so after reaching the stairs without switching on the light, Sylve walked down to get that glass of water and curl up under the blankets again. He was wearing those light green colored cotton pajamas he got from his sister not long ago. There was no occasion, his sister just thought about buying him something from the market, and since Sylve was usually sleeping in simple T-shirt and pants, his more bossy sister decided to take control of his night fashion – since she couldn’t do anything about what Sylve was wearing during the day... He didn’t even have his snood on, so his head was even messier that usual, and not only because he was sleeping before. Sylve already reached the end of the steps when he heard the unusual scrapping sound that made him freeze on the spot. It was something that gave him really bad vibes, especially after that book he read about a poltergeist haunting an old house that a family of four moves into... He shook his head to chase out all of the images from his mind that would cause him to run back into his room and hide under the blankets until midnight, and instead, he listened. It took him only a little time to realize the sound was coming from the front door. It certainly didn’t make him calmer... He debated for a moment to ignore the sound and escape to his room with a glass of water, but at the same time, curiosity got him. What if it was an injured puppy clawing at the door to be let in? He didn’t know he wasn’t too far from the truth. Carefully, the tip-toed to the door, listening more in case he heard whining sounds of a canine, but so far, northing else than the scratching could be heard. However, the whine came, though in a completely different kind of voice that he was expecting. It was actually a human, one that knew his name, and one that Sylve recognized instantly. Without a second thought or wondering whether this could be a trap or not, he rushed to the door and unlocked it. “Dear Arceus, Levi, what happened to you?” He was close to a state of shock upon seeing his friend, who he always thought as a little adoptive brother of, to be ragged with injuries, painted in blood. After a moment of staring, he crouched down and got a hold of the boy’s shoulders to steady him and look at him up and down. “J-just what...? C-can you stand up? Hurry, come in!” He didn’t like how he started stuttering when he was nervous, but seeing his little brother being injured that much made his mind replay memories he didn’t want to see again. He would help the boy stand in if he could, holding his arms where he didn’t see scars to lead him in the front-door’s hallway. He will just... bring Levi in, give him treatment, feed him, let him take a shower and also let him sleep. Yes, he already knew that would happen as soon as the boy showed up anyway. He would just prefer less wounds and blood. tags ★ Levi~ notes ★ And then, Sylve had a heart attack, but it's okay, he is already a ghost *shot* Also, only pajamas. ★ made byTama ★

[Levi Garner]

[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-left: 15px solid #000000, bTable][STYLE=border: 5px solid #000000; margin-left: -3px; width: 100px; height: 100px; float:left;][/style][STYLE= font: 20pt georgia; color: #111111; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 25px;] WON'T YOU BEG ME AND TELL ME HOW TO LOVE YOU [/style][STYLE= margin-left: -3px; font: 7pt tahoma; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #eeeeee; text-transform: lowercase; background-color: #111111; padding: 10px; border: 3px solid #000000; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px]While Levi was sure he was going to absolutely regret appearing at the Blackwood’s front door, the small blonde had no choice but to visit his older brother if he wanted to survive the night. What else was he supposed to do? The eighteen year old felt like if he didn’t come begging for help he would have just bled out in the slums and that would have been the end of everything right there. As a Jolteon Gijinka the teenager had other options when it came to healing himself he would rather die than electrocute himself to help spark his regeneration abilities. He’d done it once and the kid swore he would never do it again, not with how much pain came attached to a ‘little’ jolt of electricity. Being injured he had been stupid enough to let Hikaru electrocute him and boy did he ever regret that. The kid had reduced himself to tears, bawling like a little baby and swearing to himself that he would never use that form of healing again, especially if it meant he was going to cry in front of the younger Gijinka. In order to avoid that sort of embarrassment, he opted to run to the one person who could make everything better. Unfortunately for the teenager, as soon as the front door opened he was overcome with a strong guilt as the eighteen year old came face to face with his raven haired companion. Yeah, this probably hadn’t been the best of ideas. Levi flinched lightly, taking in the look of shock (and quite possibly horrified) plastered across Sylve’s face as the other crouched down to help him inside. “A-ah, it’s nothing,” He muttered weakly, struggling to stand up with the other’s aid. “Just got into a bit of a fight, that’s all.” Levi forced a smile, his good arm instinctively covering the wound on his side and bit down on his lip to hide his groans of pain. Of course he would get himself hurt, Levi knew this would happen and yet the eighteen year old had been stupid enough to go back to the power plant anyways! If anything, Sylvester looked rather upset that the kid had shown up with so many wounds, but he couldn’t help it. Once he was all better, Levi would slip out quietly and leave the twenty one year old to mind his own business. “I’m.. I-I’m sorry,” the teen continued softly, desperately clutching to Sylve for support. “I can take care of my own wounds, a-and then I’ll go.” He was already being a bother, banging on the door in the darkest hours of the morning when everyone had been tucked away, safe under their warm blankets. They didn’t need Levi coming along and ruining everything. The blond would have been fine with just curling up on the floor and sleeping, it was more comfortable than his own bed sometimes. “You wanna hang out, Sylve?” Levi whispered softly, trying to lighten the mood even though he was a quivering mess. The teenager was moving rather slowly, fingers clutching over the bleeding area as he watched the older boy carefully. “Well I mean later, when I-I’m not bleeding all over your carpet or something.”[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #111111; border: 5px solid #000000; font: 7pt courier; text-transform: uppercase; width: 345px; color: #ACACAC; margin-left: -3px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px;]words 0540 :: tags Sylve :: notes keep it short bros :: made by prism![/style]

[Sylvester Blackwood]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,430px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background: url(http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u200/c_crimson/posting%20templates/bg_14_02.png); padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 30px; border-left: 15px solid #26422A; bTable] Though Sylve never minded Levi’s visits – on the other hand, he was really grateful for the company of the energetic gijinka – he couldn’t help being shocked by the sight that greeted him upon opening the front door. He had a feeling something was wrong, since the blond wouldn’t come so early in the morning if there wasn’t trouble, but that still couldn’t prepare him for the sight. Seeing someone he cared so deeply about, someone that he thought of as family, he had to fight back the urge to panic – that wouldn’t help any of them. “It’s not nothing.” He murmured as he was holding up the boy, helping him into the house. He could see that something had happened, though it may not be his place to ask that from the blond. At least not now. Before anything, Sylve wanted to make sure Levi was safe, and preferably less injured than now. “Don’t apologize.” He said as he closed the door behind them with one hand, the other around Levi’s waist to support the taller one. “It will get better. I’ll help with your wounds, don’t worry.” His voice was as calm as he could bring it to be under the slight panic. Really, did Levi expect him to not be shocked upon seeing him tattered like that? It’s not anything anyone can get used to out there, no matter how many times they got into situations like that. Sylve will always get shocked when he sees his precious friends injured. Sylve noticed how uncertain the blonde’s steps were, so he didn’t force him to go too far just yet. He stopped in the hallway, helping Levi to sit down and lean against the wall there for support, holding the boy’s shoulders. He allowed himself a small smile as the boy’s words. “Silly. If you can joke around, that means you are better than you look.” He teased back, though he had a feeling Levi was at least as injured as he looked. “Later, yes. Maybe you could bring me to the café, how about that?” Before anything, he had to make sure the boy won’t faint on him, or worse... He didn’t want to think about the worse case scenario. “Levi, look at me.” He reached up to cup the blonde’s cheeks in both hands, checking his face, searching his eyes, but he didn’t see any indication of poison or a concussion. He had a feeling Levi wouldn’t want to go to the hospital, unless eh wouldn’t have came to him to begin with. Then again, Sylve himself would be more comfortable in the presence of a friend than in the sterile hospital himself. “It will be okay.” He said, smiling gently at the boy. He had only one way to ease Levi’s pain, and he was planning to do that too. He kept one hand on the boy’s cheek while the other moved to settle above Levi’s heart. Closing his eyes, Sylve invoked the power from his DNA that he disliked so much, but was at least grateful in that moment. Using Pain Split, he intended to take on half of Levi’s pain. Though the injuries won’t show on his own body, he would feel it, but at least the blond will start to heal. The chandelure gijinka didn’t ask for the other’s permission, this was something he would do even against his will. tags ★ Levi~ notes ★ Pain Splitting aw yeah. ★ made byTama ★

[Levi Garner]

[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-left: 15px solid #000000, bTable][STYLE=border: 5px solid #000000; margin-left: -3px; width: 100px; height: 100px; float:left;][/style][STYLE= font: 20pt georgia; color: #111111; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 25px;] WON'T YOU BEG ME AND TELL ME HOW TO LOVE YOU [/style][STYLE= margin-left: -3px; font: 7pt tahoma; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #eeeeee; background-color: #111111; padding: 10px; border: 3px solid #000000; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px]It was painful to move, he hobbled uncertainly into the house using Sylvester as a crutch only to find himself leaning against the wall and struggling to keep himself standing a few seconds later. Levi was using his good hand to cover up the wound on his side, flinching as his fingers grazed the torn up shirt. This was a lot worse than Levi had originally thought and sitting there lying through his teeth to his older brother was not helping matters at all. Even in his wounded state the eighteen year old could see how concerned the other was all because the blonde had been stupid enough to show up all tattered and wounded at such an absurd hour. He wanted to apologize over and over again, cry to the older boy because it felt like all he ever did was come over to visit Sylvester when he needed help. The words wouldn’t come though, his mouth was open, but his pathetic apologies were caught in his throat. Levi wasn’t sure if his raven haired companion would have approved in the first place, he had already told the Jolteon Gijinka to stop saying sorry even though his mind told him to ignore the other and smother him in his apologies. “I just need a band-aid,” Levi finally piped up, trying to ignore the uncomfortable silence that fell around them. His laboured breathing punctuated the still air of the house, the teen’s soft brown eyes focusing on the other and forced a small smile for Sylvester’s sake. “And I’m not joking!” He huffed slightly, feeling awkward as he looked down at his feet. “I don’t visit like I should, I just want to spend some time with you.” It was something that plagued whenever he thought about the raven haired Gijinka. Levi was always so consumed with exploring the city or running missions and errands that the kid had almost no social life. With all the illegal stuff that he occasionally found himself getting dragged in to, the eighteen year old wanted to stay away from Sylvester so that he wouldn’t get sucked in to Levi’s mess. Unfortunately things never went the way Levi ever planned which was why he was now leaning against a wall and having his twenty one year old friend baby him because of his wounds. “That’d be good though, we could get coffee or something.” Listening to Sylve, he looked at the boy and flinched lightly as soft hands cupped his cheeks. The eighteen year old no choice but to do what the older male wanted, he was in no position to even argue with him. One of Sylvester’s hands had moved down to his chest and Levi immediately knew what was going to happen. He could complain about it all he wanted, but that wouldn’t change the fact that chandelure gijinka would do this regardless of Levi’s feelings. He hated that he drove Sylvester to this point, relief rushing through his body as the Pain Split took hold. It wasn’t a permanent solution, but it was definitely a good way to ease the pain. “Y-you shouldn’t have done that,” the teen mumbled, leaning forward so their faces were mere inches apart. “I’m a lot worse off than you think Sylve.” Maybe it would have been better if he had tried to electrocute himself and jumpstart his regenerative abilities, at least that way only he would have been hurt instead of the raven haired male trying to take on the pain as well. [/style] [STYLE=background-color: #111111; border: 5px solid #000000; font: 7pt courier; text-transform: uppercase; width: 345px; color: #ACACAC; margin-left: -3px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px;]words 0540 :: tags Sylve :: notes keep it short bros :: made by prism![/style]

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[Sylvester Blackwood]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,430px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background: url(http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u200/c_crimson/posting%20templates/bg_14_02.png); padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 30px; border-left: 15px solid #26422A; bTable] Somewhere inside Sylve was hoping that Levi wasn’t as much in a bad shape as he looked like, if only to calm himself down – since Levi really didn’t help. Seeing how problematic it was for the other to keep standing straight, he couldn’t calm down either, and was becoming more and more worried for the blonde. "I doubt a band-aid will be enough. Maybe a whole pack of them..." He murmured, quite worried about the state his little brother was in, but still, at least he wasn’t bleeding to death in some alleyway in the slums. As long as Levi was somewhere he could keep his eyes on him, Sylve will be satisfied. He smiled up at the younger boy. "Yeah, you shouldn’t neglect your big brother on normal days either. I vote for tea, so buy me a cup and we are even." He chuckled a bit, though even he could feel that being a bit more forced than it should have been. There was a lump in his throat from worry, and he had a feeling it would stay there until Levi was safely tucked under the covers in one of their beds upstairs. Admittedly, Sylve didn’t take pain well, since he wasn’t the fighter type among the gijinka, and he wasn’t used to physical pain like many of his kind. The rush from his Pain Split caught him off-guard, his breathing hitched and was caught in his throat as he tried not to show how uncomfortable the pain made him. Was Levi really that injured? He wasn’t sure how he was taking it, and Sylve was only snatching half of it on himself. Levi was more of a fighter, he knew it, but still... He closed his eyes with a whimper and leaned forward, touching his forehead against Levi’s as he has failed to notice that the other boy leaned forward too. He was resting against him like that, one hand on his shoulder, the other still above the blonde’s heart. He didn’t notice how injured Levi really was, but now he knew... and he was really glad that he tried to heal him without a second thought, because even if it was only part of the pain, he was glad to bear it for the other. "Y-yeah." He replied quietly between breaths. "But you will get better. I know you will get better." He mumbled like a mantra, his hold on the other’s shoulder tightening, eyes still closed as he was adjusting to the sudden pain. He knew it will fade away quickly for him, unlike for Levi, who was wearing the wounds. Opening his eyes just barely he glanced up at the blond from under his eyelashes. "After a little rest, I will do this again so you can heal quicker. Since I won’t have visible wounds, it is better like this." He looked down voice growing quieter. "I can’t just watch you being this injured right in front of my eyes, you know." "And don’t lick the electrical wires, please. I don’t want the electricity to go off in the house." He added with a small smile. Even if he couldn’t quite guess that Levi was thinking of rather electrocuting himself, Sylve knew he had that option and he didn’t want the blonde to hurt himself more, even if that would heal him in the end. tags ★ Levi~ notes ★ Hurr hurr ★ made byTama ★

[Levi Garner]

[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-left: 15px solid #000000, bTable][STYLE=border: 5px solid #000000; margin-left: -3px; width: 100px; height: 100px; float:left;][/style][STYLE= font: 20pt georgia; color: #111111; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 25px;] WON'T YOU BEG ME AND TELL ME HOW TO LOVE YOU [/style][STYLE= margin-left: -3px; font: 7pt tahoma; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #eeeeee; background-color: #111111; padding: 10px; border: 3px solid #000000; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px]Even though Levi had tried to push off his injuries like they were nothing, he was in pain and everything he seemed to do or say only made Sylvester worry even more. It was unfair of him to even bring this hell upon the raven haired boy, he had no right to cause Sylve to worry like this, to show up at his front door injured and begging for help. He was disgusted with himself for even allowing the older male see him in such a pitiful state and no matter how many times Levi promised himself and Sylvester that he wouldn’t get into anymore trouble, it was only a matter of days before the young man found himself on that front doorstep whimpering like a wounded puppy. The twenty one year old was one of the few people he could even trust these days and unfortunately that often meant the Jolteon Gijinka would show up begging for help. No matter what he did, Levi knew damn well that he would never be able to pay Sylvester back for everything the older boy had done for him. These days the best he could do was put on a smile for the guy and hope that he could soothe his companion’s frayed nerves. “I’ll buy you all the tea you want,” Levi whispered softly, a slight strain in his voice as he struggled to cope with the pain. “And maybe some cake, Arceus knows I could use some sugar.” He forced himself to laugh before quickly brining his hand up to his mouth to cover the vicious cough that followed. Bloody hell, just let him die now! The eighteen year old couldn’t even remember the last time he had let himself get beat up so badly. Here he was bleeding out on the floor and the best Levi could do was think about how he should have risked the hospital instead of ruining Sylvester’s perfectly polished hardwood floor. Levi was quickly regretting this decision more and more, but the kid didn’t have the strength to even fight someone like his brother at this point and he could only sulk as the older boy babied him. The effects were almost imminent, relief rushed through his body and Levi swore that wounds were healing over with practically no effort at all. And while he was grateful to have so much pain relieved from him, the eighteen year old knew it would be back and that it would be something he deserved for making his older brother suffer the same pain he felt. Scolding Sylvester would never work because in the end it would come back to Levi and how ridiculous he was being with all these fights and his terrible life style and whatever else that could be used to guilt the boy into having better habits. He couldn’t help that he was a sex addict, he couldn’t help that he was getting into all of these fights these days. Living on his own was slowly becoming tougher and tougher for him, but there was nothing Levi could do besides push through it. It was already bad enough Sylve was sacrificing his own health to help him and it certainly wasn’t fair that the other could read his mind (or at least pretend to). He sighed quietly and put the effort into wrapping the smaller male into his arms, hugging him pathetically. Levi glanced down at his older brother, keeping his forehead pressed against his. “I won’t be happy if you do that again, Sylve... I’d rather chew on a power line if that meant you wouldn’t have to get hurt because of my stupidity.” [/style] [STYLE=background-color: #111111; border: 5px solid #000000; font: 7pt courier; text-transform: uppercase; width: 345px; color: #ACACAC; margin-left: -3px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px;]words 0612 :: tags Sylve :: notes keep it short bros :: made by prism![/style]

[Sylvester Blackwood]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,430px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background: url(http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u200/c_crimson/posting%20templates/bg_14_02.png); padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 30px; border-left: 15px solid #26422A; bTable] When there was a dear friend in front of him, deep in pain and bleeding from serious injuries, worrying about anything else was really not an option. He wouldn’t care if his parents woke up and yell at him for being still awake at the middle of the night – or so early at the morning –, but admittedly, that would be bad. They would probably freak out of the amount of blood and the state Levi was in, and that wouldn’t help any of them. As for the bloodstains on the floor, lucky enough, Sylve had a little companion that was obsessed with cleaning to an unhealthy length, so he will probably leave the cleanup to him. "It’s a deal then." He smiled at the boy, making sure to remember it later. He will make Levi keep his promise, so at least they will spend some time together when neither of them are in bad shape. He would do anything for a normal afternoon talk in a café with Levi, and he will stick to the promise too. "We don’t have any cake at home right now, but I will heat something up for you later. But first thing first..." He frowned as he heard the other’s cough, not at all calmer from the sound and reminded himself that nursing the other back to health would come first. Sylve just hoped the partial healing would at least ease the blonde’s wounds a bit, even if he wasn’t good for anything else at the moment. He didn’t have the ability to heal others in a more efficient way, so that was all he could do. Feeling Levi’s arms around him, Sylve leaned inot the other with a smile and patted the side of the younger boy’s face playfully. "You are too noble. Just accept what little help I can offer." "Whatever happened anyway...? Where did you get all these injuries?" Sylve glanced at the blonde’s body as if silently checking all the wounds from afar, frowning at the blood that was still present. He quieted down, because he had a feeling Levi wouldn’t confide in him anyway. Sylve was living in the comfort of the middle class district, and has barely, if any connection to anything that was going on in the streets. He had only gone to the slums only once, and he had regretted his actions right away when he saw something he didn’t want to. He hadn’t gone out there ever since then, but he had a good idea of whatever was going on out there. "Well, if you want to talk about it..." He looked up at the blonde, unsure if the other would actually tell him anything, but feeling the need to at least offer to him. tags ★ Levi~ notes ★ Getting back into posting now that I have my thesis done. ★ made byTama ★

[Levi Garner]

[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-left: 15px solid #000000, bTable][STYLE=border: 5px solid #000000; margin-left: -3px; width: 100px; height: 100px; float:left;][/style][STYLE= font: 20pt georgia; color: #111111; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 25px;] WON'T YOU BEG ME AND TELL ME HOW TO LOVE YOU [/style][STYLE= margin-left: -3px; font: 7pt tahoma; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #eeeeee; background-color: #111111; padding: 10px; border: 3px solid #000000; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px]Levi paused for a second, wondering what he should say to Sylvester before deciding that telling the older male the truth would have probably been one of the better options. “Well a few weeks back I was at the Power Plant and I met this... really stupid guy there,” He started, taking a second to collect his thoughts. “I thought that maybe if I went back he’d be there.” The eighteen year old shook his head before laughing darkly. Now that he was telling someone else about his adventures the whole thing began to sound stupid to the teenager, putting himself at risk for some off-chance that he might see the trainer again. “I got in okay, but y’know those guards can get pretty rough if they catch you.” Levi finished, a pathetic smile on his lips as he looked at Sylvester. It wasn’t something the young Gijinka wanted to talk about, but Sylvester had asked and he wasn’t the kind of person who would lie to his friends especially when the other was always so kind enough to look after him. He leaned forward just enough so that he could hug the smaller male, loosely wrapping his arms around his companion as the pain in his body had been reduced to a dull ache. “Don’t worry about it though, okay? I-I’m... I’m not stupid enough to go back there again.” At least that was what the teenager was telling himself because in all honesty he didn’t want to get hung up trying to find someone he would probably never see again. “Can we just go lay down?” Levi asked weakly, trying to nuzzle the other Gijinka a bit more. “I promise I’ll behave,” He wasn’t about to start a racket when it was so early in the morning, especially if he ran the risk of getting kicked out by Sylvester’s parents. The eighteen year old just wanted to curl up in a comfortable spot and sleep all his troubles away and knowing Sylve the other would try and sleep somewhere else. Levi would have none of that, he would force the other to at least sleep with him for a while because of how horribly he had been sleeping as of late. “If you’re good, maybe I’ll take you out for breakfast in the morning.” He offered, a hint of teasing in his voice. [/style] [STYLE=background-color: #111111; border: 5px solid #000000; font: 7pt courier; text-transform: uppercase; width: 345px; color: #ACACAC; margin-left: -3px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px;]words 0--- :: tags Sylve :: notes keep it short bros :: made by prism![/style]