Finnick and Erwin really are made of different stuff, to kiss a guy just after he talks about shit.
Levi's not arguing, though.
He'll settle back down on his heels again, the touch of a fingertip raising goosebumps over his skin. At first it sounds a little strange, for someone to envious of the evidence of the shitty and dangerous life he's had, but the reason for it is probably one of the last things he ever would have guessed. It make his blood go cold with an instant, icy rage, and he stares up at Finnick, wide-eyed and incredulous.
"...they fucking what." His voice is low, dangerous.
How fucking dare they.
It takes an inordinate amount of self control to not grip Finnick's arm too tightly, the hand against his chest curling into a hard, white-knuckled fist. All of the tension that had left him earlier is back in an instant, muscles coiled hard and tight.
"So they forced you to fight and kill other brats until you're the only one left, then somehow fix your body like it didn't fucking happen so they could sell you to a bunch of disgusting rich pigs who want to fuck a kid?"
It's not enough to be made to fight for survival against other people, but to then erase the evidence of that struggle so that he could be a pretty child to fuck, too-- it's beyond sickening. Levi's plenty aware that there are monsters who traffic children for sex; he'd almost been one of their victims, if his power hadn't awakened then so he could literally rip their faces from their skulls. But this is an even greater level of control over the body of another person, just for someone else's sick pleasure, and it doesn't change how fucking horrifying it truly is.
CW: CSA, violence
Levi's not arguing, though.
He'll settle back down on his heels again, the touch of a fingertip raising goosebumps over his skin. At first it sounds a little strange, for someone to envious of the evidence of the shitty and dangerous life he's had, but the reason for it is probably one of the last things he ever would have guessed. It make his blood go cold with an instant, icy rage, and he stares up at Finnick, wide-eyed and incredulous.
"...they fucking what." His voice is low, dangerous.
How fucking dare they.
It takes an inordinate amount of self control to not grip Finnick's arm too tightly, the hand against his chest curling into a hard, white-knuckled fist. All of the tension that had left him earlier is back in an instant, muscles coiled hard and tight.
"So they forced you to fight and kill other brats until you're the only one left, then somehow fix your body like it didn't fucking happen so they could sell you to a bunch of disgusting rich pigs who want to fuck a kid?"
It's not enough to be made to fight for survival against other people, but to then erase the evidence of that struggle so that he could be a pretty child to fuck, too-- it's beyond sickening. Levi's plenty aware that there are monsters who traffic children for sex; he'd almost been one of their victims, if his power hadn't awakened then so he could literally rip their faces from their skulls. But this is an even greater level of control over the body of another person, just for someone else's sick pleasure, and it doesn't change how fucking horrifying it truly is.
He needs to fucking kick something.