It's after nightfall when Levi returns to their cottage, the sky dark, but not yet so late in the evening. He'd excused himself from Finnick's company and walked home alone, needing the air and the space, hoping that his thoughts might slow once there was more room for them to spool out and unravel in relative solitude.
In a lot of ways, this is...new territory for him. Sure, when Hange was here, they had all piled together on multiple occasions; the two of them had been romantic, sharing kisses and comforts and dances in the kitchen. But that had all been there already for some time and had only needed a little uncovering. This is - different. Finnick is new to both of them, and maybe that is too much for comfort. Levi doesn't know Erwin to be a jealous man; surely their bond is stronger than that. The things that test it are each other, rather than any outside force...and Levi can't imagine Erwin doing anything that would make him need or want to detach from the man who gave him the sky and wings to fly through it.
The anxious, awful part of his mind can't help wondering if the reverse is true, though.
Attraction is such an alien thing to him, really. That it's happened at all and with someone completely new, and so quickly is both a little exciting and also confusing. The constantly vigilant, suspicious part of him that never fully goes away wonders if this is somehow a trick; Finnick is charming and intelligent and charismatic, as so many manipulators can be. But Levi has also been around enough people who have suffered grief and loss and trauma, and by now he can recognize that real vulnerability well enough to know when it is and isn't performance. Finnick has always felt real to him, to this point.
Until tonight, he hadn't even really realized what these feelings had been.
And now...
"Fuck," he mutters, and pushes open the door. The loafers come off, and Levi toes carefully into his slippers, glancing around to their cozy reading nook for his husband. No point in putting it off, after all.
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Date: 2024-08-03 07:02 pm (UTC)It's after nightfall when Levi returns to their cottage, the sky dark, but not yet so late in the evening. He'd excused himself from Finnick's company and walked home alone, needing the air and the space, hoping that his thoughts might slow once there was more room for them to spool out and unravel in relative solitude.
In a lot of ways, this is...new territory for him. Sure, when Hange was here, they had all piled together on multiple occasions; the two of them had been romantic, sharing kisses and comforts and dances in the kitchen. But that had all been there already for some time and had only needed a little uncovering. This is - different. Finnick is new to both of them, and maybe that is too much for comfort. Levi doesn't know Erwin to be a jealous man; surely their bond is stronger than that. The things that test it are each other, rather than any outside force...and Levi can't imagine Erwin doing anything that would make him need or want to detach from the man who gave him the sky and wings to fly through it.
The anxious, awful part of his mind can't help wondering if the reverse is true, though.
Attraction is such an alien thing to him, really. That it's happened at all and with someone completely new, and so quickly is both a little exciting and also confusing. The constantly vigilant, suspicious part of him that never fully goes away wonders if this is somehow a trick; Finnick is charming and intelligent and charismatic, as so many manipulators can be. But Levi has also been around enough people who have suffered grief and loss and trauma, and by now he can recognize that real vulnerability well enough to know when it is and isn't performance. Finnick has always felt real to him, to this point.
Until tonight, he hadn't even really realized what these feelings had been.
And now...
"Fuck," he mutters, and pushes open the door. The loafers come off, and Levi toes carefully into his slippers, glancing around to their cozy reading nook for his husband. No point in putting it off, after all.
"...Erwin?" Curious, calm, a touch apprehensive.