There is murder in his eyes. Vicious, visceral anger. Energy coils in his limbs, seeking some sort of release, tight like a spring.
Finnick's soft touch dissipates much of it, though the rage still lingers. It's not so blinding that Levi can't see the look in his eyes, young and hurt, and it just fuels the ferocious surge of protectiveness in his chest. Even more infuriating, there's nothing he can do about it in the moment, even though every passing second comes with ever increasingly cruel ideas of how to make the people who tormented Finnick and every other person like him, who watched children murder one another for sport and then erased the evidence of their hard-won survival just to make their bodies more desirable to be used.
His breathing is hard, heavy, carefully controlled furor as he shifts his hand from Finnick's arm to the back of his neck, fingers sliding into soft curls. He stares fiercely into seeking blue eyes, and speaks quietly, but with fierce and clear hatred.
"If any one of those fucking monsters show up here, I will stuff their mouths with shit and peel their skin from their bodies with my bare hands. I will pull apart their skulls and every bone one by one and grind them into dust and feed their stinking offal to pigs, so there'll be nothing left but shit and mud, and I'll do it to anyone who dares to fucking try to use you like that again."
cw: description of graphic violence
Finnick's soft touch dissipates much of it, though the rage still lingers. It's not so blinding that Levi can't see the look in his eyes, young and hurt, and it just fuels the ferocious surge of protectiveness in his chest. Even more infuriating, there's nothing he can do about it in the moment, even though every passing second comes with ever increasingly cruel ideas of how to make the people who tormented Finnick and every other person like him, who watched children murder one another for sport and then erased the evidence of their hard-won survival just to make their bodies more desirable to be used.
His breathing is hard, heavy, carefully controlled furor as he shifts his hand from Finnick's arm to the back of his neck, fingers sliding into soft curls. He stares fiercely into seeking blue eyes, and speaks quietly, but with fierce and clear hatred.
"If any one of those fucking monsters show up here, I will stuff their mouths with shit and peel their skin from their bodies with my bare hands. I will pull apart their skulls and every bone one by one and grind them into dust and feed their stinking offal to pigs, so there'll be nothing left but shit and mud, and I'll do it to anyone who dares to fucking try to use you like that again."