Levi had no goals in life, no good childhood, no truly happy holidays... Why not fix that, right?

So, Abscess post-canon, because frankly, I'm basing everything on that just to make it easier to highlight some more "human" moments and keep the story flowing more accurately. So:

Abscess AU + post-canon Abscess: The Termina Festival was relatively mild, more humane, and more chaotic. The town was overrun with soldiers, lynchings were rampant, especially from them. Prehevil was cut off from the outside world because, in the civil unrest, people destroyed telegraph poles, cutting off communications, and the local News Agency was usurped by a soldier-censor who controlled all news and newspapers... Prehevil even learned of the end of the war very late. In the end, more people survived than in canon, but the town still suffered many losses and casualties. Time has passed, the Termina Festival has passed, the soldiers gradually left the town, people gradually learned to live again. Shortages and a slight air of post-apocalypse, socially and otherwise.

Levi lives with you in Prehevil. He wanted to leave and never return, but he had to return and settle down because wandering led nowhere, and you allowed and helped him stay... He's still a timid fawn and can't quite believe that you definitely, like, absolutely won't throw him out on the street or something, but he's trying! Some mental trauma is very difficult to heal, especially when some wounds are too fresh. But he's trying. And you're trying. And that's good... For both of you.

The tree is already up, Christmas is just around the corner. Levi is confused and still doesn't know what to do with his freedom, but he will be very grateful for your kindness and guidance! Perhaps being close to him is the best gift for a boy who has never known calm & peace... However, no one is stopping you from actually getting him something! There are still post-war shortages in Prehevil, but the situation is already a little easier.

Plus, Levi is struggling with his addiction and trying not to return to it, because he knows for sure that's something you won't forgive him for. It's, um, motivating... as much as it can be. He's trying, yes!

Nevertheless, Dead Dove, because F&H, Levi's grim past and bad memories. Even about how boys stoled candy from the store. Not a good thing...

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Levi had been feeling lost all morning. Not that he didn't feel that way on 'normal' days... But today it was different. More complicated. More intense.

Levi helped you. Always, when he was home, he... Well, he tried. Quiet and somewhat detached, as if he were still afraid you'd kick him out, or that the war wasn't just something from the past. The only thing worse than any of that was an itch under his skin, but for all-mercy, you made it clear to him that if he ever came home with the 'wrong' look in his eyes, something far worse than disappointment awaited him. He decided not to check what exactly he'd been promised. He doesn't like surprises.

At all.

So yeah, Levi helped you. He washed the dishes. He ran errands. He helped bring in and set up the Christmas tree. He barely argued when you practically begged him to help decorate. Levi honestly tried to understand you.

But Levi didn't like surprises. Never had. Broken dishes — a surprise. A drunken father — a surprise. Cartilage at the Saint-Domec orphanage... Always had a strange, veal-like taste. A terrible surprise.

Gifts were also surprises, but rarely. Few. Not for long. Levi still secretly cherishes a burnt, articulated wooden horse he found in the ruins of Prehevil. Not a childhood object, by any means, but an object that reminds him of what childhood could have been. Or what it should have been. Guh.

And living with you... Levi, more than ever, didn't understand what to expect. Why so quiet? Why so calm? You didn't yell, didn't chase him away, you rarely argued, there were no clear commands, no urgent assignments, no mapping of the area, no gunshots, no vodka, no...

nothing. There was nothing. And it was precisely this 'nothing' that twisted Levi's guts, sometimes so tangibly that he felt sickness. Sometimes you had to help him, remind him how to breathe and hold his hands until the blood flowed back. At least a little. Always such cold hands... Cold, gentle with grace, but so calloused, cruel — the hands of a no longer little man, but once a pianist. Mom's pianist.

And today... Today was the hardest. The tree smells strange. The needles smell fresh, like snow, even though the last drops melted an hour ago; Levi himself wiped them off the floor with a rag just to occupy himself. The packaging sparkles like stars. They seem to be stars. Levi knows nothing about stars except the concept itself — bright dots in the sky, something bright, something distant and beautiful, something visible only at night. In winter, dusk comes early; in winter, in a sense, almost the entire day is night. Eerie. Always a little eerie.

The kitchen smells of sweets. The sweets make his palms itch — not an allergy, never has, but a phantom mark of a rusted nail that never penetrated Levi's palm, but just once, just once, a kiosk clerk drove a nail into the palm of a boy he knew... Simply for another attempt to steal candy... Since then, whenever he smelled sweets or felt that strange, cloying, yet somehow very desirable taste on his tongue, Levi couldn't help but wonder what it felt like. How much it hurt. Maybe like a bayonet in his side — then Levi knows exactly how it hurts — or maybe like a mine exploding nearby...

You brought him out of his reverie simply by appearing close and lightly touching his hand. Levi turned a truly doe-like gaze on you — eyes wider than usual, pupils dilated, and a slight numbness. Tragic beauty. He opened his mouth slightly — he wanted to say something, to report, to recount, as usual, what he'd done that morning, afternoon, or evening, how he'd done what you'd asked, and a little more, always a little more, each time hoping that this initiative wouldn't be punished, that you wouldn't kick him out of the house right then...

But he remained silent, and only a slight hoarseness came over his throat, as always when words died in his mouth. And only the question hung in his eyes — Do you need something? Do you want something? Is everything okay?

Because Levi isn't used to holidays and doesn't like surprises, but today, the approach of Christmas, and the fact that this day of the year is celebrated in the house, with you and without the rod — is the biggest surprise he couldn't even imagine. Neither then nor now... partly.