Literature
To Deserve [Levi]
There was a bruise by the corner of her lip, where one side of her face was red and clearly swollen compared to the other. Blood shot eyes, stern brows. She sat there so still, not a fragment of what had happened hours ago lingered onto her presence. She looked angry, but not afraid.
Levi was afraid.
He watched her, intently, sitting cross legged on the bed of his apartment. The night was still, and it held a coldness unfit for the summer air. He was searching for and expecting signs of fear in her unmoving pupils. She should have been afraid, she was afraid, just awfully and painfully talented at hiding it.
She had eyes that were signs to a