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Rufiya
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That Gracie..Levi sighed in his mind. She was always quiet as opposed to her extroverted older brother and she was as curious as fox. He probably should have locked the door before proceeding to manually clean out his wounds with water but yet he had found himself reluctant to do so. Maybe he was scared to open that door and find they ran away, he was a murderer afterall, it was just an unsurprising effect of the shameful title.
He glanced at Tessalyn quietly before turning towards the mirror to examine the various cuts more. Admittedly some were developing a nasty discoloring that might eventually lead to an infection if not cleaned properly. He didn't ask her initially for treatmen because he felt like he was asking for too much already but seeing as it was her willing offer Levi nodded.
"Yeah." he replied gruffly, still refusing eye contact. He looked farther down the hall where Gracie watched intently and Levi offered a solemn smile. "Thanks for calling mommy for me, baby. Nothing to worry about.." He spoke maternally passing Tessalyn to meet her eye to eye. Gracie returned the smile.
"..You've been working out daddy," Gracue began, signalling to Levi's practiced abdomen. "is that where you got the cuts?"
Levi laughed. Running his hands through those precious ashy locks. "No, daddy just had some accidents, Gracie." He reassured but the look on her face told she was unsatisfied. She was the smart one afterall. Probably got it from Tessalyn.
"..Did you get this scar in the military - is that where you have been?" Grace finally spoke, pointing to a scar on his upper right chest where a shank was used a year ago. The automatic reference to his damned days in the service automatically soured Levi's expression but he attempted to hide it. He stood up from his crouched position.
"Daddy is going to go fix these cuts okay Gracie?" He spoke, though not in the tone he used before. He just wanted to drop the subject.
He glanced at Tessalyn quietly before turning towards the mirror to examine the various cuts more. Admittedly some were developing a nasty discoloring that might eventually lead to an infection if not cleaned properly. He didn't ask her initially for treatmen because he felt like he was asking for too much already but seeing as it was her willing offer Levi nodded.
"Yeah." he replied gruffly, still refusing eye contact. He looked farther down the hall where Gracie watched intently and Levi offered a solemn smile. "Thanks for calling mommy for me, baby. Nothing to worry about.." He spoke maternally passing Tessalyn to meet her eye to eye. Gracie returned the smile.
"..You've been working out daddy," Gracue began, signalling to Levi's practiced abdomen. "is that where you got the cuts?"
Levi laughed. Running his hands through those precious ashy locks. "No, daddy just had some accidents, Gracie." He reassured but the look on her face told she was unsatisfied. She was the smart one afterall. Probably got it from Tessalyn.
"..Did you get this scar in the military - is that where you have been?" Grace finally spoke, pointing to a scar on his upper right chest where a shank was used a year ago. The automatic reference to his damned days in the service automatically soured Levi's expression but he attempted to hide it. He stood up from his crouched position.
"Daddy is going to go fix these cuts okay Gracie?" He spoke, though not in the tone he used before. He just wanted to drop the subject.