Some will rail against being prisoner, about being brought here against their will; Levi will never fault them for that - if anything, part of him worries about being complacent. Their peace is often disturbed here, but sometimes it feels as though he should be fighting for something. There's guilt that sits in him, buried deep, that he's decided to not look a gift horse in the mouth and accept what he's been given: more time with the person he most desperately doesn't want to lose, but will anyway. In that regard, he and Finnick are very much agreed.
Levi's not that much of an expert (he's been to the hot springs at most twice), but even with his limited experience, he has his preferred spot. Around the far side, there's a pool that's conveniently half under an outcropping of rock, and half exposed, hidden from most sides by trees, with a small window of a view out over the water. It's deep enough that even tall people can comfortably sit submerged, but no so deep that the water would go over his own head, covering at most over his shoulders. It's hot enough to stay in for a while without boiling yourself alive.
As for clothing, there's no hesitation or shyness as he fully strips, clothing carefully folded and wrapped in a plain bit of cloth to keep off the rocks and separate from the clean set he'd brought with him in the bag. Nudity in and of itself doesn't seem to be an issue, far too accustomed to the concept of communal bathing, but as a result neither is he showing off. It's easier to see now the dense muscle beneath skin, outlined in plains and dips occasionally interrupted by many scars collected over a lifetime. A handful slice over his arms and chest, more crossing his back and thighs, one grazing just under his ribs on his right side. His limbs are a little thicker than what someone might ordinarily assume for his size, but for those who have really seen what he can do, even this form doesn't quite add up.
Levi does sneak a little glance at Finnick, not quite able to help himself, before carefully easing into the steaming pool. The man tends to go around with much less clothing, especially when there's water nearby, but that doesn't necessarily mean going fully nude into a spring is something he's used to. He deliberately tries not to ogle (although Finnick is now only the second person Levi could ever be accused of ogling at all), just in case...
...but he is nice to look at.
He exhales and sinks down a little more into the water, letting the heat soak into his muscles. Really, he should come here more often. Baths are nice, but this is better.
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Levi's not that much of an expert (he's been to the hot springs at most twice), but even with his limited experience, he has his preferred spot. Around the far side, there's a pool that's conveniently half under an outcropping of rock, and half exposed, hidden from most sides by trees, with a small window of a view out over the water. It's deep enough that even tall people can comfortably sit submerged, but no so deep that the water would go over his own head, covering at most over his shoulders. It's hot enough to stay in for a while without boiling yourself alive.
As for clothing, there's no hesitation or shyness as he fully strips, clothing carefully folded and wrapped in a plain bit of cloth to keep off the rocks and separate from the clean set he'd brought with him in the bag. Nudity in and of itself doesn't seem to be an issue, far too accustomed to the concept of communal bathing, but as a result neither is he showing off. It's easier to see now the dense muscle beneath skin, outlined in plains and dips occasionally interrupted by many scars collected over a lifetime. A handful slice over his arms and chest, more crossing his back and thighs, one grazing just under his ribs on his right side. His limbs are a little thicker than what someone might ordinarily assume for his size, but for those who have really seen what he can do, even this form doesn't quite add up.
Levi does sneak a little glance at Finnick, not quite able to help himself, before carefully easing into the steaming pool. The man tends to go around with much less clothing, especially when there's water nearby, but that doesn't necessarily mean going fully nude into a spring is something he's used to. He deliberately tries not to ogle (although Finnick is now only the second person Levi could ever be accused of ogling at all), just in case...
...but he is nice to look at.
He exhales and sinks down a little more into the water, letting the heat soak into his muscles. Really, he should come here more often. Baths are nice, but this is better.
"Fuck..." he sounds very relieved.