#leviathan threads.

Levi's vision had been going in and out for a while now. He felt himself not far from entirely blacking out, the drugs in his system doing what they were intended to do. His world was shattered. There was nothing left of it anymore. Part of him was crying because he wished he would've never found the truth, but a bigger part of him cried over Leto. He had lost Leto tonight and it had been his fault. Why wouldn't it? He knew from the start that it would be becausse of him that one day he would end up losing Leto.

And like the stray he was, Levi sought comfort in the streets.

As the vampire sat in an alley way, a half empty bottle of whiskey loosely gripped in one hand, grief-stricken eyes gazed up at a starless night sky. There were only two other times Levi had ever been this bad. The first was the night Agathe found him, having finally hit rock bottom that night. The second was when Agathe left him. While he can't remember the pain he felt the first night he had found refuge in an alleyway, he does remember the first night without Agathe. He should've known better, should've known he was setting Leto up for failure. His heart screamed, all he wanted was to go back home.

It's better this way. He's better off without you.

Levi's mind refused to allow him to entertain the thought of home, whispering words of doubt to him instead. He needed to feed. It had been a bit since the last time he had. His head lazily rolls to the side, tearing his eyes from the night sky, his gaze falling on the vision of an angel that seemed to glide towards him. The pain of hunger struck him again, his vision blurring more, but she continued to get closer. He looked into familiar eyes, unsure if what he was seeing was real or not.

“Agathe,”

Normally Levi did not get nervous when he was going to Leto’s place, aside the butterflies that swirled in his stomach, but tonight had been a little different. Perhaps if he wasn’t such a hot headed vampire things could’ve played out differently, or maybe if he hadn’t been high during the altercation, but they played out exactly the way Levi was; chaotic. In that moment of time, when fists were flying in every direction, and anger had taken over his mindset, Levi just wanted blood. He didn’t care who had gotten hurt in the process, in fact he wanted to hurt someone in the process, because he was simply blinded by violence at times. Thankfully, he wasn’t alone in this particular fight and therefore his scrapes weren’t as bad as the ones he sometimes got. But like any fight he was in when Leto wasn’t around, no matter how badly hurt he was, or wasn’t, Levi always wanted to be with his boyfriend afterwards.

So, after parting ways with Kazimir, Levi made his way to Leto’s place. He healed rather quickly, truthfully he only had gotten a couple of cuts on his arm due to the gravel in the ground, some glass from random broken bottles ripped his shirt a bit, a busted lip, disheveled hair, but nothing major. Still, he was nervous as he approached his boyfriend’s home. Why he was nervous, Levi truly didn’t know. He also felt bad because he knew he was about to cause worry in the other, something he didn’t actually enjoy doing. But, Leto was his safe place, he was Levi’s home and there was nowhere else he’d rather be right now. Plus, he was a bit tired. He hadn’t really fed much recently, mixed with the intake of alcohol and drugs from this evening, in addition to a fight, it only felt right to cave into exhaustion in his boyfriends arms.

He walked up to the very familiar door, using his key to open it, and entered Leto’s place. “Sweetheart?” Levi calls out, gently closing the door behind him. He steps further in until he finally spots the person he’s been looking for, offering them a little smile. “I hope it’s okay I am here, my love. I missed you. It’s been…an interesting night, and I am sorry for showing up looking like this.”

Wondering about his human life had always been something that plauged Levi. He was left with more questions than answers, sometimes it did get to him. What if he was actually a good person when he was alive? Could he return to that but in his new life as a vampire? Was there any ounce in him that actually wasn't violent? Who were his parents? Did he have siblings? Did they miss him? It was something that Levi hadn't admitted to Leto yet, the struggle he had with not being able to remember what life used to be like.

Mostly, he just wondered about his family. Deep down he's always felt like his answers would come if he left New Orleans and seek them out. But meeting Leto changed that for him a bit. He knew that deep down he loved Leto more than the idea of leaving and figuring his past out. Plus, there was no world in which Levi could live separated from Leto for too long. That's why the idea came to him to ask his boyfriend to leave with him, just for a couple of months, and the idea of traveling with Leto sounded like a dream in itself. Even if they didn't find anything, sharing those experiences with Leto would've been worth everything.

Tonight, he had finally decided he was going to ask Leto about going on a long road trip with him. It also happened to be one of those rare nights in which Levi was having a hard time locating Leto. He arrives at Club O with hopes, dreams, excitement, and more than ready to find his boyfriend. He was here because he knew there was only one person that would be able to help him, so he makes his way to Suresh's office. Now in hindsight, Levi should've known showing up uninvited and unannounced was the wrong way to approach any situation...but he was an impulsive vampire. He reaches up to knock on Suresh's office door, before opening the door a bit, poking his head in, "I'm sorry to interrupt," and he was, " I was just looking for Leto. Have you seen him?" He can't help but to jokingly add, "He wouldn't be hiding in here, would he?"

Levi never imagined, even during the time he was alive, that he would ever, EVER, become so head over heels in love with someone as he was with Leto. In hindsight, it should’ve been obvious that he had found that person from the moment the two of them met across the dance floor at some club in 2009. But back then Levi didn’t live for the future, never really was his cup of tea, and simply went with what felt right in the moment of time. Leto felt right, always had, always would, and it was a feeling Leviathan would rather give up his immortality over than to ever let him go.

It was crazy to think about, for him, after all the ups and downs the two have gone through. Even with Leto knowing him better than he knew himself, in every way possible, it was still all so surreal for him. How could someone make him feel like a schoolboy all over again even after fifteen years? Now here they were, taking another step forward in their ever blossoming relationship. Moving in together. If you asked Levi, it was about time. He was also nervous about it because he felt as if Leto was going to grow tired of him once they were finally coexisting in the same apartment for longer than a couple of days. Unlike now, they had the option to escape if they needed it. Yet regardless of his fears, mixed with an endless list of insecurities, he was more than willing to try this new chapter out and see how it unfolds for them.

He showed up to the place they were supposed to meet at in a typical Leviathan fashion, with one hand occupying an energy drink and late. Honestly it was like this at work as well, he was consistently late to work by 8-15 minutes, and never once offered an actual reasoning behind it. He wondered if moving in with Leto would help get him there on time or simply make it worse. One way to find out….

"Oh, there you are." He could not help himself; he did not care that the employee in charge of showing them the currently locked apartment was standing patiently by the side. Levi lazily shoved his energy drink in the hand the employee had extended to shake his with, then walks up to Leto and pulls him into a kiss.

the sound of muffled music can be heard through the club bathroom door that shielded levi from the outside world. in this bathroom, in this stall, levi became who he truly was. the drugs began to feel like a remedy to help him cope with demons he could not defeat, try as he might.

it’s five am and he’s soaked all of the energy the moon could give him that evening. every soul that had come his way, from customer to coworker, had gotten the best of him this evening. despite his smile being brighter, his eyes were dark as two coals, there was a hunger in him that bubbled. it gnawed at his core, it scratched at his soul, it unlocked the person levi knew he truly was.

the sound of sniffling can be heard as he cleared another line, the high hitting him instantly. but levi seeked something more, harder, the very thing that was nestled in his pocket.

and if he finally died at least he would die in the way he viewed himself, at least leto would not have to worry about him anymore, at least suresh didn’t have to deal with his headache of a an employee, mathias didn’t have to look for him in the crowds of people who gathered in front of a jazz bad, kazimir didn’t have to clean him up from another spiral, and he figured that was a good thing.

he reached into his pocket to retrieve a syringe, looking down at it, levi brought it to his lips for a gentle kiss. she was his guiltiest pleasure, one that levi always found himself crawling back to. uncapping it, levi inhales deeply, and he feels her warmth wrapping his soul almost instantly.

[ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? - Levi

[ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? -Myung

🌒 : ricardo has always dreamed of a life in which he can live carefree and settled down with a family somewhere in europe. he wants to be a husband/partner to someone one day. but due to recent events, he has since given up on that. he is slowly accepting that that will never be his life anymore.

💢: his sire, agathe.

It was strange to be back in an apartment that he didn't occupy anymore. In fact, he had been considering just giving it up altogether or offering it as a place for a friend in need to stay in. Ever since the incident with Leto in Mardi Gras, Levi has been returning more and more to the place. It was only a matter of time before he knew he could not avoid what he needed to do, which was to confront Suresh about a couple of things. He sighed as he paced around, waiting for Chester's arrival. In a time in which he felt like everything was slowly crashing around him Chester had been someone Levi was able to turn to and find comfort. It was just so easy to talk to the other and the two had always had a natural understanding of each other.

Finally, the knock at the door. Levi bolts to open it and immediately pulls the other into a tight hug. "What took you so fucking long, mon ami?" The vampire lets the other go so they can get inside and doesn't hesitate to shut the door behind them. "Sorry, sorry. I don't mean to spazz." He paused, "How are you?"

“Ah, shit!” Levi had been shoved by the crowd, a result of momentary excitement from those around him. His drink went tumbling down as he lost grip for a moment, but he’d rather it fall on the ground than on the poor victim he had just been knocked into. There is a string of French slurs that leave his lips as he’s trying to brush off any droplets of liquor, sighing, before he’s turning around to look at the unfortunate stranger. “Sorry about that,” Levi begins, but then pauses, “I think.” The face was both unfamiliar and familiar all at the same time.

He had been warned by Leto where this witch stood within Lotus Eaters, with Suresh. Unfortunately, for them, Levi didn’t give his loyalty to someone just because they were associated with his boyfriend. Leto had his loyalty, always would, but the orders to stay away from the witch had not come directly from Leto. And that’s why he didn’t just purposely grab someone else’s drink and tossed it onto the blood witch. He didn’t have an issue with him, personally. “You know, I respect a man who doesn’t cower. Bold of you to be roaming these streets. Even among,” he motioned to the crowd, nobody even looking at him, “you, sir, stand out like a sore fuckin’ thumb. Respectfully.”