Leviticuswoah
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They escaped.
That was supposed to be the hard part.
After fleeing the town that had taken everything from them, Ryan and Naim arrive in Melbourne with no plan, no certainty, and no idea what comes next. Ryan has a backpack and a destination. Naim has nothing but the clothes he ran away in and the guilt he carries for the role he played in bringing the nightmare to Ryan's doorstep.
In a city where no one knows their names, they have to learn how to survive without fear following their every step—and how to find forgiveness when the person they hurt is the only person they have left.
Because leaving was easy.
Learning how to live with what they carry is the hard part. -
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Ryan is the first person ever to make Naim feel safe.
He feeds him. Clothes him. Teaches him the names of herbs and the language of the Hollow. He teaches him that a body can be touched without pain. That fear can leave. That wanting does not have to be shameful. That love can sound like prayer.
And Naim falls in love the way starving things do: gratefully, completely, without looking too closely at what is being asked of him.
The Hollow answers in flowers, candlelight, blue medicine, and roots that seem to know exactly where Naim hurts.
But every ritual has a shape. Every kindness has a direction. Every yes Naim gives has been prepared before he knows he is giving it.
This is a love story.
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Ruffled, Naim stands taller. "What'd you mean 'a guy like me'?"
Those ice blue irises dip, lazily dragging down to the front of his converse before taking the same path back up again. When they meet Naim's eyes again, there is a glint in them that makes his stomach flip.
A smirk overtakes the blond's expression. "Dunno. That's what I'm curious about."
The night begins as just another party that Naim is being dragged along to. However, that changes the moment that Ryan Whelan notices him through the crowd.
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There was a new boy at their school and in their classes. He was quiet, didn't talk much, and Ryan wasn't sure if he had even spoken a single word to anyone here yet. He sat a few chairs in front of Hunter in their English class, and Ryan spent half of the period staring at the back of his head, watching him fiddle with the gold chain and ring around his throat or scribble something in his notebook.
The following Sunday, he appeared at the church with whom Ryan assumed was his mother. While she mingled and met the congregation, he stood off to the side in a corner or followed closely behind her with his head tilted downward. He didn't sing along to any of the songs, didn't follow along in prayer, and every once in a while, Ryan caught him side-eyeing him from the other side of the church, gaze roving over him in something akin to curiosity.
The next time he looked over at him, Ryan gave him a small smile, and the boy turned away quickly, not looking at Ryan again for the rest of the service.
And Ryan couldn't help but smile wider to himself, pleased.
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My take on Ryan, his relationships, and his suffering throughout the entirety of Leviticus
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- Part 2 of Squee's Leviticus Fics
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“I think people underestimate how stupid the human brain really is. It’s all very simple, the way we work. Remarkably so, honestly. If something causes us pain, our brain tells us to avoid it. Fear is one of the most singularly powerful motivators for survival we possess.”
Cardboard bites into Naim's palm. Fingers open, then close, crumpling it smaller and smaller, the coffee soaking between his fingers where the bloated paper releases it.
"So what happens when someone betrays you so thoroughly? How does your brain decide to process that? You’re fighting back against your own base instinct.”
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Naim steps off the bus into a new life- but that doesn't garuntee it'll be easy.