Sugar, Secrets and Upheaval

Chapter 68 - Monochrome Madness and Liberation

Three days drifted by in a strange, almost surreal calm after our volatile exchange in the beach house. Levi and I found ourselves back in the newly refurnished, embrace of the villa. I kept the beach house, a private sanctuary for future escapes and moments of solitude. Yet, a persistent question gnawed at me: what is my relationship with Levi Blake? We are married, legally bound, but the emotional landscape felt far more ambiguous. Am I his best friend, the one person he begrudgingly allows glimpses of his inner world, who also happens to share his bed? Am I simply his lover, a source of physical intimacy in his otherwise solitary existence? Are we... dating?What was the label for this intricate, often painful, yet undeniably powerful connection we shared?

Apparently, in the three months since our separation, Levi had unleashed a new level of ruthlessness upon the resistance. It wasn't the common citizenry clamoring against democracy, but rather a coalition of the dispossessed: fallen nobles clinging to their lost privileges, staunch royalists yearning for the old order, purists decrying the dilution of tradition, and the wealthy elite fearing the erosion of their power. Levi's methods in quashing their efforts had been swift, brutal, and undeniably effective, solidifying his grip on the nascent republic with an iron fist. The whispers that reached me in the villa spoke of swift arrests, strategic silencing, and a chilling efficiency that underscored the lengths he would go to maintain control.

Levi, despite the demands of the fledgling republic, still held ownership of his formidable pharmaceutical empire, though its day-to-day operations were largely entrusted to the capable hands of Holden and Annie. His primary focus now was the intricate and demanding work of nation-building. He was actively nurturing a new generation of politicians, carefully selecting and mentoring individuals he deemed capable of leading Ascaria into its democratic future. He tirelessly engaged with envoys from across the globe, meticulously shaping Ascaria's image as a modern, contemporary democracy on the international stage. The halls of power echoed with the debates surrounding the overhaul of archaic laws, the meticulous drafting and passing of progressive new bills, and a relentless, largely legal, crusade to dismantle the entrenched roots of corruption that had plagued the nation for generations.

He was, undeniably, remarkable. A leader who commanded attention not just through his power, but through a genuine charisma that drew people to his vision. He possessed an ambition that stretched beyond personal gain, a driving force to reshape Ascaria from its very foundations. And, crucially, he wielded the kind of decisive power that could, and had, altered the course of an entire nation in a single, pivotal day. Watching him navigate the complexities of this new order, I couldn't deny the sheer force of his will and the transformative impact he had already wrought upon the country.

Having navigated three months of oscillating between lingering fear and a burgeoning sense of safety, I found myself able to observe Levi with a newfound clarity. Stripped of the immediate terror that had often clouded my judgment, a different picture emerged. Above all else, Levi was undeniably fair. His gaze never lingered on the corrupted, regardless of their former status or influence. He showed no flicker of mercy towards the entitled, the privileged who had long benefited from the old, unequal system. His justice, while sometimes harsh, was consistently applied. It was a fundamental aspect of his character that, in the absence of fear, I could finally acknowledge and even respect.

In the aftermath of my departure, Levi had apparently found a measure of solace in his friendship with Finn. From what Finn confided in me, he had somewhat moved in with Levi, their days filled with intense discussions about the potential trajectory of the newly formed Ascaria. Finn also admitted, with a weary sigh, that he had done everything within his power to temper Levi's more...unleashed tendencies, attempting to steer him away from unnecessary savagery in consolidating his power.

To express my gratitude to Finn and Maya, I contacted them at the villa. The refurnished villa was a vast improvement over its previous state, no longer a bland expanse of gray and white. It now embraced a minimalist aesthetic, subtly infused with my own personal touch. However, Levi still maintained the locked study on the second floor.

The front door of the villa swung open, revealing Finn and Maya standing on the threshold. Finn, as always, had an easy smile on his face, though there was a hint of weariness around his eyes. Maya scanned the interior with a critical gaze, her expression a mix of approval and faint amusement. "Well," Finn announced, stepping inside, "you've certainly put your stamp on the place, Raphael. It's... noticeably less oppressive than it used to be."

"Guys. Guys," I announced, a mischievous glint in my eyes as I gestured them further inside. "There is one thing, and one thing only, we are going to do tonight. We are going to drink the absolute out of Levi’s reserve. Every last drop. Three pigs, wallowing in filth. My absolute favorite thing." A wide, perhaps slightly manic, grin stretched across my face.

Finn chuckled, a knowing smirk spreading across his face. "Ah, I see. A full-scale assault on the Blake vintage collection. I approve wholeheartedly." He clapped me on the shoulder, already heading towards the location of Levi's prized liquor cabinet.

Maya raised a skeptical eyebrow, but a small smile played on her lips. "Just try not to break anything too valuable, Raphael. Remember who owns this place, even if he isn't joining our little... indulgence." She followed Finn, her gaze taking in the minimalist decor with a newfound appreciation. "Though I must admit, you've done a remarkable job making this feel less like a villain's lair."

I grinned, feeling a lightness I hadn't experienced in months. "Tonight, my friends, we celebrate survival, questionable reunions, and the exquisite taste of a man who, despite his many flaws, does appreciate a good vintage. Let the wallowing commence!" I gestured dramatically towards the living room.

“Also Finn, he a villain. Look at this place. In the middle of the woods, the closest neighbor is 20 minutes away. I just threw some plants and photos to mix.” I said.

Finn, already examining a bottle of what looked suspiciously like a very old brandy, chuckled. "You have a point, Raphael. Though I suspect the remoteness is more about security and control. Still," he winked, "more for us, right? No unexpected guests to dilute the vintage." He poured a generous amount into a crystal tumbler and took a satisfied sip. "Ah, yes. The man has impeccable taste, even if his decorating sensibilities lean towards 'starkly efficient.'"

Maya settled onto one of the sofa, accepting a glass of amber liquid from Finn. "He probably appreciates the lack of neighbors for his... less conventional activities," she remarked dryly, taking a slow sip. "Though I must say, Raphael, your touches have made it almost... habitable. Almost." She glanced at a framed photo on a nearby shelf.

I sank into an armchair. "Months of practice, my dear Maya," I said with a mock-solemn nod. "Months of fleeting moments I desperately tried to immortalize before the darkness descended again." I swirled the liquid in my glass, the warmth spreading through me. "Tonight, though, is about forgetting the darkness, even if just for a few hours. To absent friends," I raised my glass, "and to surviving the company of complicated men."

Finn and Maya clinked their glasses against mine. "To absent friends," Finn echoed, a hint of sadness in his voice.

"And to navigating the labyrinth of complicated men," Maya added with a wry smile. The conversation flowed easily then, fueled by alcohol and the shared history of navigating the turbulent waters of Levi Blake's world. Laughter mingled with more serious reflections, stories of past escapades and anxieties about the future weaving together in the warm glow of the evening.

"So," I began, swirling the remaining amber liquid in my glass, the warmth spreading comfortably through me in the. "I basically vanished from the capital the moment that movie wrapped, right? Escaped back to my little slice of seaside serenity. How's life been on the front lines of the new Ascaria, Finn? Still mediating Levi's more... enthusiastic approaches to governance?" I raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on my lips.

Finn leaned back on the minimalist sofa, taking a long sip of his drink. "Enthusiastic is certainly one word for it, Raphael. Let's go with... dynamically decisive. The capital is a whirlwind, a constant push and pull between the old guard trying to claw back influence and Levi's relentless drive to modernize. There are days it feels like I spend more time translating 'Duke-speak' into something resembling human diplomacy than actually crafting policy. But," he sighed, a hint of genuine satisfaction in his voice, "progress is being made. Slowly, sometimes painfully, but it's happening. The new laws are starting to take root, the corruption is being chipped away, piece by piece. It's... exhausting, but also kind of exhilarating, in a terrifying sort of way."

Maya rolled her eyes dramatically, taking a generous swallow of her drink. "Politics? Though the sheer of decent fabrics amongst the new elite is a tragedy I'm slowly trying to rectify. Apparently, 'revolutionary chic' mostly translates to drab practicality." She shuddered theatrically. "The horrors I've witnessed in the name of 'equality' when it comes to textiles... you wouldn't believe. At least Levi has the good sense to leave the sartorial choices to someone with actual taste." She gave me a pointed look. "Though I do have to say, this villa is a vast improvement on its previous... industrial aesthetic."

“Yeah it was like a gray and white slob before. Now at least there is some color. But I am still keeping my beach house, so if you want a vacation out of the capital just tell me.” I raised my glass.

Finn grinned, clinking his glass against mine. "Duly noted, Raphael. The thought of trading political maneuvering for sea air is becoming increasingly tempting. Especially if Levi decides that the next stage of democratic reform involves mandatory drab revolutionary tunics."

Maya sighed dramatically, swirling the remaining contents of her glass. "Oh, don't even joke. The debates I've had about the 'appropriateness' of certain necklines for a republican society... the sheer ignorance! Just promise you won't redecorate it in shades of revolutionary gray."

I laughed, feeling a genuine warmth. "Never. My sanctuary remains a bastion of vibrant individuality. Consider it your escape hatch from the monochrome madness."

The laughter echoed through the refurnished villa, fueled by good wine and the easy camaraderie of shared history. We traded stories, Finn recounting a particularly absurd bureaucratic hurdle he'd faced that week, Maya sharing an anecdote from the movie set involving a temperamental peacock and a misplaced wig.

Just as Finn was launching into a particularly embellished story about Levi, the front door of the villa swung open. Levi stood in the doorway, his silhouette framed against the fading light of the evening. A stillness fell over the room, the laughter abruptly cut short. His expression was unreadable as his gaze swept over the three of us, glasses in hand.

Levi remained in the doorway for a long moment. His eyes moved slowly, deliberately, from Finn, who suddenly looked like he'd swallowed a fly, to Maya, whose previously animated expression had become carefully neutral, and finally settled on me.

He didn't say a word, his silence somehow more impactful than any reprimand. The half-empty bottles on the coffee table seemed to gleam accusingly in the dim light.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a slow, deliberate smile touched his lips. It wasn't a warm, welcoming smile, but something sharper, more knowing. "Well," he said, his voice calm and even. "It appears I've stumbled upon a rather... lively gathering." He stepped fully into the villa, closing the door behind him with a soft click that somehow amplified the sudden shift in the room's energy. "Do continue. I wouldn't want to interrupt such... spirited conversation."

"Levi," I declared, attempting to break the palpable tension, my voice perhaps a touch too loud. "Stop acting like you've just walked into a board meeting and go grab yourself a glass. We were just... catching up." I offered him a deliberately bright smile, hoping to diffuse the situation. "Finn was just regaling us with tales of bureaucratic nightmares, and Maya was explaining the intricate politics of revolutionary fashion. Thrilling stuff, really. You're just in time to join the intellectual discourse." I gestured towards the remaining bottles on the coffee table with a flourish, trying to project an air of casual normalcy that I certainly wasn't feeling under his intense gaze.

Levi's sharp gaze remained fixed on me for a moment longer, assessing the forced joviality in my tone. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he inclined his head. "Very well, Raphael." He moved towards the liquor cabinet, his movements fluid and graceful despite the undercurrent of tension. As he poured himself a generous measure of the same aged scotch we had been enjoying (perhaps a little enthusiastically), he turned back to face us, the crystal glass catching the light.

"Bureaucratic nightmares and revolutionary fashion," Levi echoed, a faint smile playing on his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Fascinating topics, I'm sure. Do enlighten me. Perhaps you could start with the specific sartorial challenges of achieving 'democratic chic,' Maya?"

Maya straightened up. "You wouldn't believe the sartorial wasteland I've been tasked with taming. Imagine a world where 'personal flair' is considered dangerous. My current task involves subtly introducing the concept of a 'defined waistline' without triggering a full-scale revolt amongst the more… inclined members of the new council."

Finn, seizing the opportunity, chimed in with a wry smile. "I've been locked in a thrilling debate about the optimal font size for government documents. Anything larger than a size ten is considered 'frivolous.' Honestly, after a day of arguing about serifs and kerning, good company and strong drink were the highlight of my week." He offered Levi a pointed look, a silent plea for understanding.

Levi listened intently, a flicker of amusement softening his sharp features. He swirled the scotch in his glass, taking a slow sip. "Font sizes and waistlines," he mused, a hint of a genuine smile now gracing his lips. "Truly the cornerstones of a stable republic." He turned his gaze back to me, the earlier tension seemingly dissipated. "So, Raphael. While Finn and Maya have been diligently shaping the future of Ascaria, what fascinating insights did your... spirited conversation yield?"

“Levi," I said, my voice softer now. "Stop acting like a bad omen, looming in the hallway. Come over here, sit with us." I patted the empty space beside me on the sofa. "And while you're at it," I added, a mischievous glint returning to my eyes, "gimme a kiss. You've been gone all day."

A flicker of surprise crossed Levi's face. He took another slow sip of scotch, his gaze softening. Setting his glass down, he moved towards the sofa, his movements losing some of their earlier guardedness. He settled beside me, the warmth of his presence a tangible thing. Leaning in, he brushed a soft kiss against my lips. He then settled back against the cushions, his arm resting lightly on the back of the sofa behind me.

Levi leaned back, a thoughtful expression replacing the earlier amusement. "Highlights," he mused. "Well, let's see. I had a rather... spirited debate with a delegation from Partley regarding trade agreements. Their chief negotiator seemed to believe that Ascarian sovereignty was negotiable, particularly when it came to tariffs on their rather pungent cheeses. That required a certain... firmness of approach."

He then glanced at Finn. "Later, I had a productive discussion with the newly appointed Minister of Culture. We're exploring ways to support Ascarian artists and preserve our cultural heritage. He had some surprisingly innovative ideas about incorporating modern technology into traditional art forms."

Finally, his gaze returned to me, softening slightly. "And then," he concluded, his voice a low murmur, "I reviewed some preliminary sketches for a new public monument. Something to commemorate the revolution. The artist's initial concept involved a rather... literal depiction of fallen nobles being trampled by the masses. I suggested a more... symbolic approach might be prudent, at least for the initial unveiling." He took another sip of his scotch. "So, a day of delicate diplomacy, cultural preservation, and avoiding potentially inflammatory public art. Rather less exciting than your cinematic adventures, I imagine."

Finn chuckled, shaking his head. "Pungent cheeses and trampling nobles. Sounds like a typical Tuesday in the new Ascaria. Though I have to admit, the Minister of Culture's ideas sound intriguing." He leaned forward. "What kind of modern technology? Holographic shadow puppets?”

Maya perked up. "Ooh, holographic shadow puppets! That sounds divine! And as for the monument... symbolic is definitely the way to go. Literal depictions of trampling, no matter how cathartic, rarely age well."

Levi listened with a faint smile, his gaze shifting between Finn's enthusiasm and Maya's artistic fervor. "Holographics were indeed one of the more... imaginative suggestions," he conceded, a hint of amusement in his voice. "There was also talk of interactive sculptures and augmented reality installations." He paused, taking another sip of scotch. "The Minister is... ambitious. Whether his budget matches his vision remains to be seen."

He then turned to Maya, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I shall certainly introduce you. Your insights into aesthetics, particularly where public perception is concerned, would be invaluable. And I agree wholeheartedly regarding the monument. Subtlety often carries a far more enduring message than outright... triumphalism."

...

"Okay," I announced, clapping my hands together, a mischievous glint in my eyes. "While this glimpse into the fascinating world of post-revolutionary bureaucracy has been... enlightening, I have a far more engaging proposition. Let's play a drinking game. Never Have I Ever? Hm?" I turned to Maya and Finn, a conspiratorial smile. "Surely, you two have a few burning questions you've been dying to ask this enigmatic man?" I raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge. "Don't be shy now. The truth, lubricated by a century-old scotch, can be quite... revealing."

Finn grinned, rubbing his hands together. "Never Have I Ever, you say? Excellent. I've been compiling a mental list for weeks." He shot a pointed look at Levi. "Consider this your informal public inquiry, Blake."

Maya simply raised her glass with a knowing smile. "Oh, this could be... illuminating. Though I do reserve the right to plead the fifth." She glanced at me.

Levi raised a questioning eyebrow. "Never Have I Ever?" he repeated slowly. "I confess, this particular... pastime is not within my repertoire. Perhaps you could enlighten me on the rules?"

A collective gasp, albeit a somewhat tipsy one, filled the room. Finn stared at Levi, his jaw slightly agape. "You've... never played Never Have I Ever? Seriously? It's a foundational pillar of social interaction!"

Maya leaned forward. "Levi, it's incredibly simple. One person starts by saying 'Never have I ever...' and then states something they have never done. Anyone who has done that thing takes a drink. Then it goes to the next person. It's a delightful way to learn surprising things." She shot a mischievous glance at Levi. "Though in your case, I suspect we might uncover some rather... unique experiences."

I chuckled, shaking my head in mock disbelief. "Levi Blake, the man who reshaped a nation, is unfamiliar with a simple drinking game? It seems even you have a few unexplored territories. Don't worry, we'll guide you."

Levi absorbed the explanation, his brow furrowed in thought before a slow understanding dawned. "Ah, I see. A method for gleaning personal information under the guise of amusement. Efficient, in its own way." He picked up his glass of scotch, a hint of a challenge in his gaze.

Finn, eager to start, cleared his throat dramatically. "Never have I ever... been arrested." He took a deliberate sip of his drink. Maya chuckled and also took a sip. Levi, however, remained still, his glass untouched.

Maya raised an eyebrow. "Really, Levi? Not even a minor infraction?"

Levi remained impassive. "My youth was... structured. And my parking has always been impeccable."

My turn. "Never have I ever... acted in a terrible movie just for the paycheck." I took a healthy swig of my wine, wincing slightly. Finn snorted and also drank. Levi watched us, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.

Now it was Levi's turn. He considered us for a long moment, his gaze sharp and assessing. "Never have I ever... felt genuine envy." He took a slow sip of his scotch, his eyes lingering on each of us.

A collective sigh filled the room. Finn grimaced slightly as he took a drink. "Oh, definitely. That time Raphael landed the lead role... a little pang of professional jealousy there, I confess."

Maya chuckled ruefully, taking a sip. "Don't even get me started. The sheer talent some designers possess... it can be a little soul-crushing."

I took a thoughtful sip. "There have been moments, seeing the ease with which some people navigate complexities... yeah, a twinge or two of envy has definitely paid me a visit."

Levi watched us, a subtle understanding softening his gaze.

Finn cleared his throat, eager to lighten the mood. "Alright, my turn again. Never have I ever... pretended to understand a piece of modern art." He took a generous swig.

Maya burst out laughing and immediately took a drink. "Oh, Finn, we've all been there!"

I chuckled and also drank. "Don't forget the blank canvas piece. I spent ten minutes trying to discern the 'absence of form.'"

Levi watched our shared embarrassment with a faint smile, his glass remaining untouched. "Interesting," he commented dryly. "It appears a certain level of... intellectual pretense is a common human experience."

Maya took her turn, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she looked directly at Levi. "Never have I ever... secretly read someone else's private correspondence." She took a delicate sip, her gaze lingering on him.

Finn choked on his scotch, but didn't drink. He shot a nervous glance at Levi. I hesitated, a fleeting memory of an intriguing letter, before taking a small, slightly guilty sip.

Levi, however, remained completely still, his expression unreadable as he held Maya's gaze. He didn't take a drink. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken implications, before he finally spoke, his voice calm and even. "Interesting question, Maya. And one that speaks volumes about curiosity and the concept of privacy." He took a slow sip of his scotch, his eyes never leaving hers.

Levi swirled the remaining scotch, his gaze thoughtful. "Never have I ever... regretted a decision I made for the perceived greater good." He took a slow sip, the question hanging heavy. The playful atmosphere seemed to momentarily falter.

I took a sip of my wine. Then, I nudged Levi's ribs gently. "Hey," I murmured, my voice low so only he could hear. "Ask about something dumb, Levi. Not everyone here is a revolutionary leader. We're trying to have fun, remember?" I gave him a soft smile.

Levi's gaze flickered from mine to Finn and Maya, a hint of understanding dawning. "Understood," he murmured, a subtle shift in his demeanor. He cleared his throat. "Never have I ever... worn mismatched socks without realizing it." He took a deliberate sip, a wry amusement replacing the earlier intensity.

Finn burst out laughing and immediately took a large gulp. "Oh, absolutely guilty! Just last week!"

Maya giggled and also drank. "Far too many times to count. Especially when I'm rushing."

I chuckled and took a sip. "The perils of a dimly lit wardrobe. A common hazard."

Levi watched our shared, slightly embarrassing confessions with a small smile.

I leaned forward, a mischievous glint in my eyes. "Alright, Levi, my turn. Never have I ever... blown up the Royal Academia's lab. Twice." I took a deliberate sip, my gaze fixed on Levi.

Finn and Maya exchanged surprised glances.

Levi's expression remained impassive. Then, slowly, deliberately, he picked up his glass and took a long sip. The silence was deafening. Finn's jaw dropped, and Maya's eyes widened.

Finn sputtered. "Wait... you blew up the Royal Academia's lab? Twice? What in the blazes were you doing?"

Maya leaned forward, her eyes wide. "Levi, you have to elaborate! Were you conducting some sort of experiment? Did it involve volatile chemicals? And more importantly, did anyone get hurt?"

I simply watched Levi, a smug satisfaction blooming in my chest.

Levi set his glass down slowly, his gaze steady. "Let's just say my approach to chemistry in my younger years was... less conventional than the established curriculum allowed for." He paused, a hint of amusement. "And twice, my... unconventional methods resulted in unforeseen structural instability."

He glanced at Maya. "No one was seriously harmed. A few singed eyebrows and a rather memorable incident of the ceiling tiles, but nothing permanent."

Finn sputtered again. “Ceiling tiles? Levi, this sounds less like youthful experimentation and more like a scene from films!"

Maya, clearly intrigued. "You must tell us more sometime. This is far more interesting than font sizes."

Levi chuckled softly, a genuine, unguarded sound. "Perhaps," he conceded. "But for now, perhaps we should return to slightly less... explosive revelations. Whose turn is it?" He subtly steered the conversation back to the game.

Finn grinned, feeling the effects of the scotch. "Alright, let's get a little more personal. Never have I ever... had a crush on one of my best friend's siblings." He took a deliberate sip, his gaze flicking between Maya and me.

A collective groan, followed by the clinking of glasses. Maya laughed, taking a generous sip. "Oh, the perils of attractive siblings! There was a brief, intense period in my teenage years where Finn's older sister held a certain... allure."

I chuckled and also drank. "Let's just say I was a teenager, okay?" I glanced at Levi, wondering if he had any such tales, though his untouched glass suggested otherwise.

Levi watched our slightly embarrassed admissions with a detached amusement. "The complexities of adolescent attraction," he observed dryly, swirling the scotch in his glass but still not drinking.

Maya leaned forward, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she addressed Levi directly. "Alright, Levi, it's your turn again. And considering your... consistent sobriety in this game, I think it's time we aimed a little higher. Never have I ever... pulled rank to get something I wanted." She took a delicate sip, her gaze unwavering.

"While the opportunity has undoubtedly presented itself on numerous occasions," Levi stated calmly, setting his glass down with a soft thud, "I have never found it necessary to resort to such... crude methods of acquisition."

Finn snorted skeptically. "Oh, come on, Levi. Not even once? Not even to snag the last decent bottle of wine at a state dinner?"

I raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on my lips. "Or perhaps to secure a particularly strategic parking space during a diplomatic crisis?"

Levi regarded us with his usual impassivity. "While I appreciate your... colorful imagination, gentlemen, my needs are generally met through more... conventional channels. And frankly," he added, a hint of dry amusement, "I find the subtle art of negotiation far more rewarding than a blatant display of authority."

“Oh, yeah. Levi likes slow burn,” I interjected, a knowing smile spreading across my face.

Levi’s lips twitched almost imperceptibly at my comment. He took a slow sip of his scotch, his gaze meeting mine for a fleeting moment, a hint of something akin to a smile playing around his eyes. He then turned his attention back to Finn and Maya.

"Indeed," he conceded smoothly. "Why rush the process when careful cultivation yields far more satisfying results?" He paused. "My turn, I believe. Never have I ever... lost my temper in a truly spectacular fashion." He took a deliberate sip of his scotch, his gaze lingering on each of us, a subtle challenge.

A collective sigh, followed by the distinct clinking of glasses, filled the warm villa. Finn winced as he took a drink. "Oh, absolutely. There was that unfortunate incident with the malfunctioning printing press..." He trailed off, a sheepish look on his face.

Maya chuckled ruefully, taking a generous sip of her wine. "Darling, remember that disastrous opening night? My reaction backstage was... less than composed."

I took a more measured sip of my wine, a wry smile on my lips. "Everybody knows I am a cauldron of repressed rage. What’s more to tell?”

Levi watched our shared admissions, a rare, genuine smile gracing his lips.

I leaned back on the sofa, a mischievous glint in my eyes. "Alright, my turn. Never have I ever... participated in group sex."

Finn choked on his scotch, sputtering and shaking his head vehemently. Levi remained impassive, his glass untouched. Maya, however, simply smiled knowingly and took a slow, deliberate sip of her wine.

“Shit Maya? Really?” I asked.

"Well, darling," Maya purred, "life is all about experiences, wouldn't you agree? And some experiences are... best shared." She took another delicate sip of her wine, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Yeah, yeah. Ask something scandalous, yeah? Remember what I asked, pigs wallowing in filth, c’mon.” I clapped my hands.

"Alright, alright, no need to get your artistic sensibilities in a twist," Maya chuckled. She turned her attention to Levi, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Levi, darling, never have I ever... had a one-night stand with someone significantly younger than myself." She took a deliberate sip of her wine, her gaze fixed on him, a hint of a challenge. I leaned forward, thoroughly intrigued.

Levi met her gaze steadily, his expression remaining impassive. He did not drink.

Finn snorted, a playful smirk on his face. "Well, well, Maya. Looks like our enigmatic leader has a few boundaries after all. Or perhaps," he added with a wink, "he just prefers them significantly older?"

I chuckled, leaning back on the sofa. "Leave it to Maya to go straight for the most potentially scandalous questions. Though I have to admit, Levi's non-reaction was almost as revealing as a drink would have been."

Levi looked at each of us, a subtle intensity in his dark eyes. "Never have I ever... compromised my principles for personal gain."

A collective sigh, a shared acknowledgment of human fallibility, filled the room. Finn grimaced as he took a drink. "Let's just say the early days of trying to make it the industry... commercially viable compromises that still haunt my soul."

Maya chuckled ruefully, taking a sip of her wine. "The fashion industry is practically built on compromising artistic vision for profit."

I took a more thoughtful sip of my wine. "There have been moments where the allure of a lucrative commission or a career-advancing opportunity has tempted me to stray from my artistic integrity. It's a constant negotiation, isn't it?"

Levi watched us, a subtle understanding in his eyes. He took another slow sip of his scotch.

Finn grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Alright, let's delve into the awkwardness of adolescence. Never have I ever... had a crush on a teacher." He took a deliberate sip of his scotch.

Maya laughed, taking a generous sip of her wine. "Oh, the classic forbidden fruit! There was a particularly charismatic history professor..."

I chuckled and also drank, a sheepish grin on my face. "Let's just say the art instructor with the flowing hair and intense gaze held a certain... artistic inspiration for a while there." I glanced at Levi, his untouched glass a testament to a perhaps more disciplined youth.

I clapped my hands. “I was trying to make Levi drunk but he doesn’t drink to anything, man. Ask him something that makes him drink, c’mon.”

"Alright, alright, Operation Get Levi Tipsy is still in effect!" Finn declared with a grin, raising his glass in mock salute. He leaned forward. "Blake, my friend, this one's for you. Never have I ever... orchestrated a ridiculously elaborate prank that had significant political ramifications." He took a deliberate sip of his scotch, his gaze locked on Levi, a mischievous challenge.

Levi did not drink.

“Oh my god. Okay before we all pass out, he's still not even tipsy, man. What do we do, gimme ideas?” I asked.

Finn interjected. “Oh! Oh! I have an idea. Question Master it is!" Finn declared, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Levi, my friend, you have the dubious honor of going first. Prepare to be interrogated!" He raised his glass expectantly. "So, Question Master Blake... is the sky blue?"

The rules were simple: Levi had to answer every question with "No." If he slipped up, he drank.

Levi regarded Finn with his usual steady gaze. A faint smile played on his lips. "No."

Maya giggled, leaning forward. "Question Master Blake, are you secretly a brilliant karaoke singer?"

Levi's smile deepened ever so slightly. "No."

I chimed in, a playful glint in my eyes. "Question Master Blake, have you ever considered trading your impeccably tailored suits for something... a little more flamboyant?"

Levi's gaze flickered to me, a hint of amusement. "No."

Finn scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Question Master Blake, are you enjoying this game?"

Levi took a slow sip of his scotch before answering, his eyes twinkling almost imperceptibly. "No."

The game had begun. Could we trip up the unflappable Levi Blake? The odds, it seemed, were still in his favor.

Maya leaned forward again. "Question Master Blake, are you secretly wishing we'd move on to a game that involves less... verbal trickery?"

"No."

I chuckled. "Question Master Blake, have you ever accidentally called someone by the wrong name?"

A barely perceptible pause. "No."

Finn grinned. "Question Master Blake, are you completely immune to the charms of Cyrusian wine?"

Levi's lips twitched almost imperceptibly. "No."

I leaned forward, trying a different tactic. "Question Master Blake, do you find this line of questioning tedious?"

Levi took a deliberate sip of his scotch, his gaze unwavering. "No."

Finn chuckled, shaking his head. "Question Master Blake, are you secretly impressed by my persistent attempts to make you break?"

A hint of amusement flickered in Levi's eyes. "No."

Maya smirked. "Question Master Blake, are you looking forward to this game ending?"

Levi paused for a fraction of a second longer this time before answering. "No."

Finn tried a more direct approach. "Question Master Blake, are you hiding a secret talent for something utterly ridiculous?"

Levi took a slow sip of his scotch. "No."

Maya giggled. "Question Master Blake, have you ever worn mismatched socks without realizing it?"

A flicker of something that might have been amusement crossed Levi's features. "No."

I decided to go for the unexpected. "Question Master Blake, are you thinking about Ascaria right now?"

Levi paused, his gaze momentarily distant before returning to mine. "No."

Finn leaned forward, a final, slightly inebriated idea. "Question Master Blake," he slurred slightly, "are you... secretly enjoying being called 'Master'?"

Levi's hand, holding his glass of scotch, froze mid-air. His usually impassive expression flickered, a muscle twitching almost imperceptibly. His gaze darted momentarily to Maya, a flash of exasperated resignation. He lowered his glass to the table.

"Alright," Levi said, his voice a low murmur, a hint of defeat. He paused, then with a barely audible sigh, he conceded.

A collective gasp of surprise and triumph echoed. Finn whooped, Maya clapped her hands, and I let out a relieved laugh. The unflappable Levi Blake had finally broken. And it had taken a ridiculous, long-forgotten nickname to do. The reign of the Question Master was over.

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"It was a fleeting childhood nickname," Levi said. "Born of a misguided attempt to organize a rather chaotic play. I insisted on being called 'Stage Master' and it... devolved." He took a larger sip of his scotch, clearly wanting the subject dropped.

"Who knew the key to unlocking Levi's composure wasn't strong spirits, but a stroll down memory lane to his theatrical debut as the demanding 'Stage Master'?" She raised her wine glass in a mock toast. "To 'Stage Master' Blake!”

Finn leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Question Master Blake, are you finding this game surprisingly therapeutic?"

Levi paused for a fraction of a second. "No."

Shit, dude just, never flips.

“This isn’t working, guys. Instead of a glass, we should make him drink the whole bottle or something.” I whispered.

Finn's eyes widened. "Now that's an idea, Raphael! Operation Get Levi Obliterated is officially a go! But how do we convince our meticulously controlled leader to down an entire bottle of scotch?"

Maya chuckled, swirling the wine in her glass. "Perhaps a new game with... escalating stakes? Or maybe we just swap his scotch for something a little more potent when he's not looking?"

Levi raised an eyebrow, a flicker of suspicion in his eyes as he observed our hushed, conspiratorial whispers. "Planning something, are we?" he inquired, his voice calm but with a hint of warning.

I leaned closer to Levi, placing my palm gently between my mouth and his ear. I lowered my voice to a soft, almost breathy whisper, ensuring Finn and Maya couldn't overhear. "Levi," I murmured, "just a little. For me?"

Levi leaned in slightly, his dark eyes meeting mine. His voice was a low counter-whisper. "And what, precisely, would be the benefit of this... tipsiness, Raphael? Perhaps you have a particular scenario in mind for a... less inhibited me?" A hint of a knowing smile played on his lips.

"Perhaps," I purred, my voice still a low whisper near his ear, my gaze holding his. "A slightly more... unbuttoned Levi might be more inclined to reveal further embarrassing childhood nicknames? Or perhaps," I added, a playful glint in my eyes, "he might even be persuaded to join us in a round of truly terrible karaoke later?" I leaned back slightly.

"Karaoke, Raphael? My participation in such an endeavor would be an embarrassment to all within earshot." He paused, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. "As for further revelations... perhaps some secrets are best kept under lock and key, regardless of one's level of inebriation." He still hadn't agreed, but there was a definite softening in his demeanor.

The subtle seduction, , worked.

“Maybe we should switch to tequila or something?” Finn asked.

Maya's eyes widened slightly. "Tequila? Finn, are you trying to take down a small government?"

I chuckled, considering the implications. "It's certainly a more direct approach. But Levi seems quite content with his scotch. Would he even switch?" I looked at Levi.

Levi raised a sardonic eyebrow. He swirled the amber liquid in his scotch glass. "Tequila, Finn? With all due respect to your... enthusiasm, I am thirty years of age. My constitution prefers a more measured approach."

I leaned forward, my eyes meeting Levi's. "Vodka then, Levi. Shots. Just a few. It'll add a little... spark to the conversation." I raised an eyebrow, mirroring his earlier sardonic expression. "Surely, even a man of your measured constitution can handle a few polite shots of vodka?"

"Vodka and shots, Raphael? You wound me. Do you truly believe my enjoyment of an evening necessitates such... forceful measures?" He paused, then a glint of reluctant amusement flickered in his eyes. "However," he continued, "a small concession to the... persistent enthusiasm of my companions might be in order. Perhaps one shot. To... camaraderie." He set his scotch glass down, a silent invitation for the vodka to appear.

Finn practically bounced as he retrieved a bottle of chilled vodka and a set of shot glasses. He presented them with a flourish. "One shot it is, then, for the sake of camaraderie!" He poured a generous measure into each glass.

Levi picked up the shot glass with a slight grimace. He swirled it hesitantly, a look of mild distaste crossing his features. With a barely perceptible sigh, he raised the glass to his lips. He hesitated for a moment longer, then with a quick, decisive movement, he downed the shot. A slight shudder ran through him, and he immediately reached for his scotch glass, taking a long, slow sip as if to cleanse his palate. "Remarkable," he murmured, a hint of wryness. "The... assertive flavor profile of vodka remains as memorable as I recall."

Finn and Maya exchanged amused glances. "Memorable in a good way, we hope?" Finn asked, as he refilled his own shot glass.

Levi simply offered a tight-lipped smile and took another, slightly larger sip of his scotch. "Let us simply say it was... an experience." He picked up the vodka bottle. "My turn to pour, I believe. Just one, as agreed." He carefully measured out a single shot.

Levi carefully placed the refilled shot glass back on the table. He then picked up his scotch once more, a look of quiet satisfaction as he took a slow sip. Finn and Maya downed their shots with considerably less ceremony. The single shot of vodka seemed to have little immediate effect on Levi, his composure remaining largely intact.

I had one, just one final attempt.

“Levi,” I began, my voice low and suggestive, “truth or dare?”

A slight smile, almost imperceptible, touched the corner of his lips. "Truth or dare?" he echoed, a hint of amusement. "An unexpected turn. Very well, Raphael. I'll play. Ask me a truth."

"What is one thing you pretend to enjoy but secretly find utterly tedious?" I asked.

He swirled the amber liquid in his scotch glass, his brow furrowed. "The mandatory reiteration of basic safety protocols within my pharmaceutical research division," he stated, his voice carrying a hint of weary resignation. "While I intellectually grasp the necessity, instructing highly trained scientists that protective eyewear and laboratory coats are prerequisites... it borders on the absurd. It's akin to instructing a master painter to utilize brushes. The fundamental understanding should be inherent."

“C’mon Levi. You blew up the Royal Academia’s lab, twice. Perhaps a gentle nudge towards safety isn't such an insult to their intelligence, considering past... incidents.”

Levi’s lips twitched almost imperceptibly. He took another measured sip of his scotch. "Those were... isolated incidents," he stated, his tone dry. "The result of unforeseen variables and, dare I say, a certain degree of experimental zeal. The protocols are now, shall we say, more rigorously adhered to." He set his glass down with a deliberate click. "My turn. Raphael," he continued, his gaze turning to me, a hint of a challenge in his eyes, "truth or dare?"

"Dare," I replied, a playful grin spreading across my face. “Bring it on, Levi. Let's see what you've got."

“I dare you teach me Cyrusian phrases.”

“What? That’s it? Okay… Uhm… ‘Viyola'," I began, enunciating the Cyrusian word clearly. "That's your basic 'hello'." I paused, then continued, "'Matte'. That means 'stop'." Finally, I added, "'A kanta'. That's how you say 'I'm sorry'." I watched him expectantly.

Levi repeated the phrases slowly, a slight furrow in his brow. "'Vee-yo-la'," he began, carefully sounding out each syllable. "'Mah-teh'... yes, the abruptness is noted. And 'ah kan-tah'." He paused. "Indeed. A certain... directness to the language." He took a sip of his scotch. "Dare completed, I believe. Your turn, Finn."

Finn grinned, rubbing his hands together. "My turn for truth or dare, Question Master Blake?" He leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Dare me."

"Finn," he began, "I dare you to, for the next five minutes, compliment everything Maya says, no matter how outlandish." A hint of a smile played on his lips.

"Well, Maya," Finn began, his voice dripping with mock admiration, "that's a truly... fascinating way you're holding your wine glass. Simply breathtaking."

Maya raised an eyebrow, a bemused smile playing on her lips. "I'm just holding my glass, Finn."

"Precisely!" Finn exclaimed, nodding. "Such understated elegance! It speaks volumes about your inner grace." He continued his over-the-top compliments for the next few minutes, much to Maya's amusement and my quiet chuckles.

As Finn's five minutes of exaggerated compliments drew to a close, Maya clapped her hands together. "Alright, Finn, your time's up. My turn, Question Master Blake. Truth or dare?"

Levi considered Maya, his gaze steady. "Dare," he replied, a hint of a challenge in his voice.

"Levi," Maya said, a playful glint in her eyes, "you chose dare. I dare you to, for the next five minutes, speak only in movie quotes."

A flicker of something akin to panic crossed Levi's usually composed features. "Movie quotes?" he echoed, a hint of dismay. "I... I am not well-versed in cinematic vernacular."

I clutched my chest dramatically, feigning utter shock and betrayal. "Levi! My art! The very fabric of my being as Aerion, the Lumin painter of Aethelgard! You wound me deeply! To think I shared stories... and you... you haven't even witnessed my prodigious talent on screen?" I shook my head with mock sorrow. "The audacity, Levi! The sheer audacity!"

Levi’s discomfort seemed to deepen. He ran a hand through his hair. "Raphael, please," he murmured, "You know my... cultural blind spots. Cinema has never been a primary focus." He looked genuinely cornered.

“It is called a joke, Levi. And, you lost the dare. Now, what punishment should we give him? Hm? Make him drink the entire bottle? Make him do a handstand? C’mon give me ideas.” I said to Finn and Maya.

Then a light bulb flickered in my head.

"I have an even better idea," I said. "Levi, for the next five minutes, you have to drop the... noble affectation. No more carefully chosen words, no more measured pronouncements. Just... speak like a regular person." I paused, letting the challenge sink in. "Think casual, think relaxed, think... unpretentious."

Finn and Maya exchanged delighted glances.

A look of mild horror washed over Levi's face. He clutched his scotch glass a little tighter. "Speak... colloquially?" he echoed, as if the very concept was foreign to him. He swallowed hard. "For five whole minutes? Without... nuance?"

Finn snickered, leaning back in his chair. "Yeah, Levi. Like, just spit it out. No need to get all fancy-pants about it."

Maya nodded, a playful smile on her lips. "Think of it as... linguistic slumming, Levi. A brief foray into the vernacular. You might even enjoy it."

Levi took a long, fortifying sip of his scotch, his gaze flickering between Finn and Maya, then settling back on me with a look of reluctant acceptance. "Very well," he conceded, a hint of a sigh escaping his lips. "Five minutes of... unfiltered discourse. Let us hope the structural integrity of the Ascarian language survives my attempt." He cleared his throat, a slight awkwardness in his posture.

"So... uh... what's the sitch?" Levi offered, the phrase sounding utterly alien coming from his lips. He visibly cringed again, taking another quick sip of his scotch. Finn and Maya exchanged suppressed smiles.

I threw my head back and laughed. “Guys, he visibly cringed. Like he literally shuddered. Oh, my, god!”

Levi took another, slightly larger sip of his scotch, his gaze fixed on the amber liquid as if seeking solace. He cleared his throat again, a strained expression on his face. "Right then," he began, the words sounding forced and unnatural. "So... what's the deal?" He paused, then continued with visible effort, "Are we... all set with this... discussion?"

I clutched my sides, tears practically welling up in my eyes. “My stomach, my abs hurts from laughing. Levi you are killing me! Please say something else.” I gasped between fits of laughter.

Finn was wiping tears from his eyes, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter. He managed to choke out, "Oh, Levi... you sound like a confused history documentary narrator trying to be hip."

Levi took another fortifying sip of his scotch, his eyes narrowed slightly in mock annoyance. He cleared his throat again, trying to sound casual and failing spectacularly. "Alright, alright," he conceded, the words still carrying a hint of his usual precise enunciation. "So... what's the... scoop?" He visibly winced after the last word.

Finn, still chuckling, leaned forward. "Yeah, Levi, give us another one! What's... uh... what's cooking?" He couldn't quite suppress a fresh wave of laughter.

Maya, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, added, "Come on, Levi. Embrace the common tongue! Think of it as... expanding your horizons."

I was practically doubled over, tears streaming down my face. "Oh, Levi," I gasped, "I am gonna dislocate my jaw from laughing! Please, for the love of all that is holy, say one more casual thing!"

Levi took another deep breath, a look of grim determination settling on his face. He cleared his throat once more, and with a visible effort, said, "So... what's the... buzz?" He then promptly closed his eyes as if in physical pain, the silence punctuated only by our barely contained laughter. The five minutes were going to be very long for Levi.

"Yes, Levi! This is a fantastic challenge! Explain absurdism. But, you know... keep it real." I gestured with my hands. "Lay it on us in plain speak. What's the deal with, like, life being totally meaningless and stuff?"

Levi's eyes snapped open, a look of utter bewilderment replacing the previous discomfort. "Absurdism?" he echoed, the word sounding particularly out of place in his forced casual tone. He ran a hand through his hair again, a deep furrow forming on his brow. "Right then. So, like... it's about how things don't really, you know, add up? Like, there's no real point to any of it, but we just kinda... go with it anyway?" He looked utterly lost. "Is that... is that the gist of it, you reckon?"

Finn snorted with laughter, leaning back in his chair. "Oh my god, Levi! That was... surprisingly accurate, in a totally bewildered sort of way." He exchanged an amused glance with Maya.

Maya nodded, a wide smile on her face. "I'm actually impressed, Levi. You managed to capture the essence of existential dread using the linguistic equivalent of a shrug." She chuckled softly. "Though I'm not entirely sure what 'you reckon' is doing in that sentence."

I clapped slowly "Bravo, Levi! A truly... unique interpretation. You managed to make one of the most depressing philosophical viewpoints sound vaguely like a teenager complaining about homework." I grinned. "The five minutes are almost up, though. Any final thoughts in your new, down-to-earth persona?"

Levi visibly brightened as I mentioned the nearing end of his linguistic purgatory. He took a deep breath, a hint of his usual crispness returning to his voice, even as he attempted one last casual remark. "Right then," he said, a slight tremor of relief audible. "So... uh... catch you later?" He then winced dramatically.

Then the five minutes drew to a close.

"Thank heavens," he murmured, his voice regaining its usual precise cadence. "That was... a uniquely unpleasant experience. Remind me never to lose a dare again." He took a large sip of his scotch.

“You know what Levi? If you ever lose a dare again, I am gonna make use a cuss word.”

Levi’s eyes widened slightly. "That," he stated, "is a truly terrifying prospect. One that will undoubtedly motivate me to unprecedented levels of dare-winning prowess in the future." A barely perceptible shudder ran through him. "The very thought of such linguistic vulgarity... it's appalling."

Finn chuckled, raising his glass in a mock toast. "Well, Levi, consider it incentive. A little linguistic spice to keep things interesting."

Maya grinned. "I second that, Raphael. The thought of Levi having to utter a truly colorful expletive is far too amusing to pass up."

As the evening deepened, casting long shadows, the flow of truth or dares continued, each revelation and challenge adding another layer to the convivial atmosphere. Laughter punctuated the air, mingling with the clinking of glasses as inhibitions softened.

Everyone was so close to getting blind drunk. Then I saw Levi's slightly unsteady fingers fumbling with the top buttons of his crisp shirt. A subtle flush had crept up his neck, contrasting with his usual pale complexion. His movements possessed a certain languidness, a tell-tale sign that the alcohol was beginning to take its effect.

“Oh, Levi? Is it little warm here?” I giggled.

Finn chuckled, echoing my amusement. "Yeah, Levi, feeling a bit... unbuttoned, are we?"

“Yes. It seems I have become inebriated.” he said and fumbled with another button. Finn chuckled softly. "You think? A little scandalous!”

Levi chuckled softly, a decidedly un-Levi-like sound. He gestured vaguely with his hand, nearly knocking over his scotch glass. "Scandalous, you say?" he murmured, his words slightly slurred. "Perhaps... a touch of... abandon is good for the soul. Loosens the... the intellectual rigor, you see." He fumbled with yet another button, his focus clearly not entirely on the task at hand.

I reached out, gently placing my hand on Levi's arm to still his fumbling fingers. "Whoa there, Levi," I said, my own laughter bubbling up. "While this newfound... casualness is certainly a sight to behold, perhaps we can keep the stripping to a minimum?"

The light caught the slight flush on his cheeks, making him appear unexpectedly vulnerable and, yes, rather endearing in his tipsy state. He was so cute.

“Why? I feel hot,” he said with genuine confusion.

Finn chuckled. "It's the alcohol, my friend. It creates a false sense of heat."

Maya nodded, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Trust us, Levi. You're not actually overheating. You're just... experiencing the delightful side effects of one too many scotches."

“It does not solve the problem of me feeling feverish,” he said, brows furrowed.

He was so cute. So cute.

I gently squeezed his arm. "Levi, trust us on this. Taking off more clothes isn't going to make you feel less warm; it's just the booze. Maybe some water would help? Or we could just... distract you?" I offered a suggestive smile.

"But... I feel... uncomfortably warm. Surely, addressing the symptom... is the logical first step?" Levi asked, his brow still furrowed.

“Levi, you are so cute right now,” I said and went to the fridge to get cold water.

Maya nodded, a fond smile on her face. "It's rather endearing to see him so... off-kilter. Like an instrument playing slightly out of key."

There was a slight pout on his lips as he watched me go to the fridge.

"Cute? I assure you, my current physiological state is far from my optimal level of... presentability," he murmured.

I came back with a glass of cold water. “Aw, look at you pouting. C’mon drink this, don’t spill it over yourself, be careful, yes?”

"Careful? I am always careful. Even... even when... less than perfectly... coordinated," Levi murmured, accepting the glass of water with a surprising gentleness. He watched me with a slightly unfocused gaze.

“You look like a little gentle lion, Levi. You were really nice today. Do you want something sweet?” I asked while raking his hair with my fingers. Levi leaned slightly into my touch, a surprisingly contented sigh escaping his lips. The earlier agitation seemed to have dissipated, replaced by a quiet, almost childlike calm.

"A gentle lion... I like that, Raphael. It suits him in this state." Finn chuckled.

“If you think… it would be… pleasant… Your judgment… in such matters… is usually… sound,” he murmured while looking at me with a soft gaze.

So cute. He was so, so cute.

“Okay, Mr. Gentle Lion, you want milk chocolate or maybe some ice cream?”

A genuine, unrestrained smile bloomed on Levi's face, and the effect was almost . Finn, Maya, and I exchanged stunned glances, momentarily captivated by the sheer, unadulterated warmth of it.

“It would be… lovely… Raphael.” he replied, his voice softer, almost childlike, the usual precise enunciation replaced by a gentle, slightly slurred tone. The transformation was complete, and we were all utterly charmed.

Finn let out a low whistle, shaking his head with a bemused smile. "Well, I'll be damned," he murmured. "Never thought I'd see the day Levi looked genuinely... cuddly."

Maya's expression was one of soft astonishment. "He's like a completely different person," she whispered.

"Levi," I said softly, my voice imbued with a genuine warmth as I gently patted his hair, "you know, your smile right now is like catching a glimpse of a falling star – rare, breathtaking, and leaving you with a sense of wonder." I gave him a playful but firm look. "Now, be a good boy. No more stripping yourself, alright? Stay right here, and I'll bring you that ice cream.”

He looked at me with a childlike anticipation. “You will.. return with ice cream? Soon?” he murmured. He was so cute and vulnerable and defenseless, that it tugged my heartstrings.

"Yes, Levi, I'll be right back," I reassured him gently. I went to the fridge once again to bring vanilla ice cream to him.

Levi was basically looking at the ice cream tub with heart eyes, and started savoring it.

Finn chuckled softly. "Looks like someone's found a new object of affection."

“Did you not know? He is basically addicted to sugar.” I asked Finn, my voice filled with genuine confusion.

"Levi? Addicted to sugar? That's a revelation!” Finn raised an eyebrow.

“Wait, wait. He never told you? He has food aversion. He can not eat anything else other than sweet things.”

“Wait, seriously? All this time? He's never eaten anything savory?" Finn looked genuinely surprised.

Maya's eyes widened in understanding. "That explains a few things... the meticulousness about desserts, the lack of interest in dinner when we've gone out..." She looked at Levi. "So it's not just a preference, it's an actual aversion?"

“He is a lonely bastard, isn’t he?” I asked not only them but also myself. He spent three months with these people but never told about his aversion.

A thoughtful silence fell over us, broken only by the gentle scraping of Levi's spoon against the ice cream tub.

Finn's expression softened. "Three months... and he kept that to himself? That's... yeah, that's pretty lonely." He shook his head slowly.

“I think he didn’t want to… I dunno how to say it. Appear weak?” I said while softly patting his head.

Maya nodded slowly. "It fits, doesn't it? The meticulousness, the precision... it's all about control. And admitting to an aversion like that... it's like surrendering some of that control."

Levi chimed in, his voice a little softer now, the earlier tipsiness giving way to a more earnest tone. "This... aversion," he explained, taking another slow spoonful of his vanilla ice cream, "it began in childhood, a peculiar sensitivity that I never quite outgrew. However," he continued, a touch of his usual precision returning, "it intensified significantly during my university years when the rather stark reality of my limited dietary options became... undeniable. Essentially, sustenance beyond the realm of sweetness became increasingly... problematic." He paused, then added with a hint of his characteristic conscientiousness, "But I assure you, I am meticulous in monitoring my daily intake of essential minerals and vitamins. It is a... necessary diligence."

“I think I know why it started…”

"You do?" Finn asked, his gaze shifting between Levi and me, intrigued. Maya leaned forward. "What makes you say that, Raphael?"

“He talked about it before. He said that his family dinners were eaten in absolute silence. He even used the word twice. He said something like… Silent war?”

Maya nodded slowly. "It makes a sad kind of sense. If meal times were filled with that kind of tension, it's not hard to imagine a child developing aversions, especially to something as fundamental as food."

Levi looked up from his ice cream, his brow furrowed slightly. The earlier tipsiness had mostly faded, replaced by a flicker of something more serious. "Silent war," he echoed softly, the phrase sounding heavy. He paused. "It was... a period of... significant interpersonal friction. Meal times were... fraught." He took another small spoonful of ice cream, his gaze distant. "The specifics are... not particularly relevant."

"Levi, you don't have to carry that silence with us. We're not government officials or envoys; we're your friends. Why put yourself through three months of dinners that must have been... difficult? You could have told Finn. He's not going to judge you." I said, my gaze gentle but direct.

“I thought… it would be impolite. Finn was… gracious enough to include me.” He took another spoon from his ice cream.

Finn leaned forward, his expression earnest. "Levi, mate, 'impolite' would have been suffering in silence for three months! We're your friends. We wouldn't have thought any less of you. In fact," he added with a wry smile, "it would have explained why you always looked like you were bracing for impact whenever food that wasn't dessert appeared."

"You... you wouldn't have found it... odd? A grown man subsisting primarily on... sucrose?" Levi asked, his gaze shifting between Finn and Maya. He seemed genuinely taken aback.

“No, Levi. The odd thing is how your teeth didn’t rot from years of glucose abuse. Or how you didn’t get diabetes. Finn, next time this guy is having dinner with people, you just nudge the conversation so he can breathe for a sec.”

Finn chuckled, shaking his head. "Duly noted, Raphael." He looked at Levi with a newfound understanding. "Seriously though, mate, the lack of dental decay is bordering on superhuman. What's your secret?"

“Meticulous oral hygiene. Perhaps also genetic disposition. I assume… the latter is largely ” Levi said with a childish smile.

Maya chuckled softly. “Well, whatever it is, it's clearly working for you, Levi." She exchanged an amused glance with Finn. "Though I have to admit, the image of you with a rigorously timed flossing schedule is rather... vivid."

“Levi, this is not a threat, it is a promise. Next time you hide something like, something that is hurting you, I am changing your sugar with salt. Do you understand?” I said.

A flicker of surprise crossed Levi's face, his spoon pausing mid-air above his ice cream. He looked at me, a hint of his usual guardedness returning, mixed with a touch of apprehension.

Finn chuckled softly, raising his eyebrows. "Whoa there, Raphael. Going for the nuclear option, are we?"

“No, no. The last time I said that as a joke, he threatened with retribution. Now he will taste retribution. Do you understand, Levi? Oh wait… Yeah, or Levi, I will buy things from the Salted Sugar and replace with your breakfast.”

A genuine look of alarm finally spread across Levi's face. His grip tightened slightly on his spoon. "Salted Sugar?" he repeated. "You... you wouldn't."

Finn's amusement faded, replaced by concern. "Woah, Raphael, maybe dial it back a notch? He gets the point."

Maya, however, nodded firmly. "No, I think Levi needs to understand how serious you are. He needs to know we're serious about him not hiding things that are hurting him."

“Raphael, Salted Sugar is an offense to culinary everywhere. And that woman, Julia, bought that place just to mess with me,” he said and glanced the other way.

A small smile touched my lips. "Exactly, Levi. And knowing how much it would offend your refined palate is precisely why it's such a potent threat." I gave him a pointed look.

A flicker of genuine apprehension crossed his features. "Raphael, I implore you... please refrain from such... drastic measures."

"Only if you stop bottling everything, Levi," I countered softly.

He hesitated, then offered a small, almost reluctant nod. "It is not a binding commitment, but... I may endeavor to be more... forthcoming."

“Good, now say ‘fuck’ Salted Sugar.” I said with a grin.

Finn choked back a laugh. Maya's eyes widened, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

"That... vulgarity... is precisely the level of discourse one might expect from an establishment such as Salted Sugar. I will not lower myself," Levi stated, his nose wrinkling slightly, with an utter look of distaste.

“Look at you acting high and mighty while taking a spoonful of your ice cream. C’mon Levi. Say it. Say ‘fuck’ Salted Sugar.” A playful smirk tugged at my lips.

He took a long, long pause. With a barely audible whisper, “...Blast… Salted Sugar...” he said. He immediately looked deeply uncomfortable, as if the utterance had physically pained him.

Finn burst out laughing, though there was a gentle fondness in his tone. "Well, that was... intense, Levi. Like you were wrestling with your very soul."

He started muttering to himself. “My apologies to the very fabric of the Ascarian language.”

“Don’t worry Levi, it was really cute.”

He took another spoonful of his vanilla ice cream, his gaze fixed intently on the melting swirl. He didn't quite meet my eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly, hinting at a suppressed reaction to my unexpected endearment.

...

"I trust that once the... unusual effects of the evening have dissipated, we can all return to a more... conventional mode of interaction," Levi said with a sigh.

“No way, from now on… You’re gonna be called cute, adorable every damn day. Also, if you be a good boy enough, I might even text you a heart sticker.”

"Is there... no recourse? No statute of limitations on... endearments?" He said that with pleading eyes.

A loud chuckle escaped from me. “Why would there be?”

Finn snorted with laughter. "Statute of limitations on being called cute? Levi, that's a new one." He shook his head. "Sorry, mate, I think this one's going to stick."

As the evening got darker, Levi succumbed to tipsiness more. A soft, serene smile was on his lips, his speech less formal.

Meanwhile, a renewed energy sparked amongst Maya, Finn, and me. The clinking of glasses punctuated the warm evening air as we refilled them.

The gentle murmur of our conversation mingled with the chirping of crickets. Levi, leaning back slightly in his chair, seemed content, his gaze occasionally drifting towards the starlit sky with a quiet wonder. The tension that had marked the earlier part of the evening had completely dissipated, replaced by a mellow tranquility.

Finn, emboldened by another drink, started recounting a particularly ridiculous anecdote from his travels, gesturing wildly and punctuating his story with boisterous laughter. Maya, a comfortable smile gracing her lips, occasionally interjected with witty remarks, her eyes sparkling in the soft glow of the patio lights. I found myself observing Levi, a sense of unexpected warmth settling within me. This unguarded version of him, softened by the evening and perhaps a bit of ice cream-induced sugar rush, was surprisingly... endearing.

Levi tilted his head back, his gaze fixed on the starlit sky out of the window. "You know," he began slowly, his voice softer than usual, "I have always found the binary star system of Mizar and Alcor... remarkably elegant in its gravitational dance. A delicate balance of attraction and distance, much like... interpersonal relationships, wouldn't you agree?" He then blinked slowly, as if surprised by his own uncharacteristic introspection.

“What the fuck, Levi? What is Mizar and Alcor?” I snorted on my drink.

Maya, however, looked intrigued. "Actually, I think I've heard of them. Aren't they the 'horse and rider' stars?"

Levi blinked slowly. "Indeed, Maya. They are often referred to as such. A fainter companion visually near a brighter star... a test of keen eyesight, traditionally." He paused, then added, "Or, perhaps, a metaphor for the less obvious connections in our own lives."

“This is him being drunk, man. Drunk. Can you even imagine the things he thinks while he is fully sober? Like…” I trailed off.

Finn chuckled softly. "Yeah, you're right. The drunk Levi apparently enjoys celestial mechanics and surprisingly poetic metaphors."

Levi, still gazing at the stars, murmured softly, "One wonders about the nature of light itself. Is it truly constant? Or does it, too, possess moments of... hesitation... as it traverses the vastness?" He blinked slowly, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow. "A fleeting uncertainty in the face of eternity…"

“Well. At least we know now. Levi’s inner philosopher gets out when he is drunk. But it is nice to see him talking.”

Levi, his gaze still drifting amongst the stars, his earlier tipsiness now tinged with a thoughtful melancholy, murmured, "That... 'blasting' of Salted Sugar earlier... a fleeting, futile act of defiance against the inevitable mediocrity of existence, wouldn't you say? A momentary rebellion against the inherent absurdity... a cosmic shrug expressed through culinary disdain." He paused, a small, almost sad smile touching his lips. "Perhaps all our grand pronouncements are but such fleeting blasts into the void…"

“Wow, I think Levi hates Salted Sugar as much as he hates the nobles,” I breathed out.

Maya nodded slowly, her gaze thoughtful. "So, Levi, what is it about Salted Sugar that evokes such... existential angst?"

Levi turned his gaze slowly from the stars, a flicker of something akin to genuine passion in his usually reserved eyes. "It is the perversion," he stated, his voice gaining intensity. "The audacity to take something inherently pure, something meant to elevate and sweeten, and to corrupt it with the coarse, the mundane. It is a betrayal of potential, a deliberate act of… of culinary nihilism! To balance sweetness with salt is to deny its very essence, to drag it down to the level of mere sustenance. It is… aesthetically offensive." He shuddered slightly, the earlier tipsiness now overshadowed by a deeply felt, almost visceral disgust.

"Whoa," Finn said softly, a hint of surprise in his voice. "Didn't realize you felt that strongly about it, mate."

"Culinary nihilism? Aesthetically offensive? Levi, you're painting a very vivid picture here. It's almost... poetic, in a strange way." She chuckled softly. "So, in your ideal world, all sugar would be unadulterated sweetness?"

Levi nodded slowly, his expression intense. "Precisely. Sugar, in its purest form, is a symbol of indulgence, of unadulterated pleasure. To introduce salt is to contaminate that purity, to introduce a discordant note into a harmonious symphony of flavor. It speaks of compromise, of a lack of commitment to true sweetness. It is… a culinary tragedy."

“You know what? When I first met Levi, I asked Julia about what he liked. Like his hobbies or something. She just said this; ‘Revolution, sugar, protected sex.’”

"No way! Julia said that? That's... surprisingly accurate, actually, based on tonight's revelations." Finn exchanged an amused glance with Maya. "Revolution, unadulterated sugar, and... well, I guess we haven't covered the third topic yet."

Maya looked at Levi, a playful smirk on her lips. "So, Levi, anything you'd like to add to Julia's insightful list?"

He considered Maya's question for a moment, his gaze drifting towards his empty ice cream bowl. "Julia has... a talent for concise summaries," he finally said, his voice regaining some of its usual measured tone. "While her priorities may seem... disparate, they each represent a commitment to certain... ideals. The pursuit of a more just societal structure, the appreciation of unadulterated sensory pleasure, and... a responsible approach to personal interactions." He paused, a barely perceptible twitch at the corner of his lips. "One might argue they are all facets of a well-rounded individual."

Finn chuckled softly. "Well put, Levi. Leave it to you to turn even 'protected sex' into some kind of philosophical imperative."

Maya smiled, nodding in agreement. "Julia certainly has a way of cutting to the core of things. It seems she knows you quite well, Levi."

Levi didn’t tell them? That Julia was his ex-wife? This lonely bastard. Why wouldn’t he say that? Why?

I glanced at Levi, he was still looking at the stars.

“Yeah, Levi. Do you have something you wish to share about Julia? With your three friends?”

A beat of silence hung in the air, the chirping of crickets suddenly seeming louder. Levi slowly turned his gaze from the stars, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. A subtle tension seemed to stiffen his posture, the earlier relaxed demeanor vanishing.

Finn and Maya exchanged a quick, questioning glance. The shift in my tone hadn't gone unnoticed.

Levi finally spoke, his voice carefully neutral. "Julia and I... have a history. We were... acquainted."

“What did I say about you bottling things up, hm? I said I will replace your sugar with salt.”

"Indeed, Raphael," he stated, his voice regaining its usual measured tone, yet tinged with weariness. "It was an arranged union, a strategic alliance more than a personal choice, designed to solidify certain political factions. It endured for five years and concluded seven years prior. As for Julia's... involvement in my 'revolution'," he offered a wry, almost self-deprecating smile, "she was a formidable and invaluable ally, sharing a similar vision for Ascaria's future." He then turned to Finn and Maya, his gaze direct. "And while Raphael is aware of this familial connection, for clarity, Julia and I are, by blood, cousins. Our relationship was one of shared purpose and mutual respect, devoid of any romantic sentiment."

Finn let out a low whistle. "Wow. Arranged marriage and revolutionary cousins. Levi, your life sounds way more interesting than you usually let on." He looked at Maya, a mixture of surprise and intrigue in his eyes. "Suddenly, Julia's cryptic comment makes a whole lot more sense."

Maya nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. "Thank you for telling us, Levi. That... provides a lot of context. It sounds like it was a complex situation. It must have been difficult."

Levi offered a wry smile. "Indeed. The intricacies of the arranged union itself were... predictable, given our shared disinterest and separate pursuits. Julia, as I mentioned, was a dedicated ally in certain... ideological endeavors. My focus during those years was primarily consumed by the chemical arts at the Royal Academia." He paused, a hint of lingering frustration in his voice. "The true labyrinth lay in its dissolution. The legal framework governing noble divorces... that was a three-year odyssey through arcane regulations and protracted negotiations. A far more volatile experiment than anything I ever conducted in a lab."

“Thank you for sharing that, Levi. Also, friends do not hide their ex-spouses, especially if that spouse is in our inner circle.”

"Three years of legal wrangling for a noble divorce? Sounds like a nightmare. Makes blowing up a lab seem relatively straightforward, doesn't it?" Finn asked.

"I value your friendship. My reticence was not intended as a slight." Levi said while looking at Maya and Finn.

Finn clapped Levi on the shoulder. "We know, mate. No worries. Just glad you finally spilled the beans on the whole cousin-ex-wife situation. Adds a bit of spice to the usual rebel planning sessions, doesn't it?"

...

As the night deepened, our conversation meandered down the well-trodden paths of shared human experience. Laughter punctuated the air as we recounted tales of youthful infatuations, the bittersweet pangs of first loves, and the comical missteps of past romantic entanglements. Finn regaled us with an exaggerated story of a disastrous teenage serenade, while Maya shared a charming anecdote about a summer romance that bloomed and faded with the season. Through it all, Levi remained a quiet observer, his gaze occasionally drifting towards the starlit expanse, a subtle, almost wistful expression gracing his features. He offered no stories of his own, a silent island in our sea of nostalgic reminiscence.

Levi swirled the amber liquid in his glass slowly, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Indeed," he murmured, his voice a low counterpoint to the lively recollections. "It is... illuminating to hear of your various... 'dating' escapades. My own... history in that particular arena is, shall we say, remarkably... devoid of such narratives. Unblemished, perhaps, in its utter absence. A blank slate where the vibrant, if occasionally chaotic, tapestry of your romantic pasts seems to unfold." He paused, a hint of his characteristic dryness returning. "The concept of 'dating' itself... remains a somewhat abstract one for me."

"Unblemished, huh? Levi, you make it sound like you've never even considered the possibility of, you know... romance." Finn exchanged an amused glance with Maya. "You're telling me there's never been anyone who caught your eye?"

Ah, Levi. He never told them that he never dated anyone before. He did not even say this. This lonely bastard.

Maya smiled gently, though a hint of curiosity lingered in her gaze. "Maybe 'unblemished' is just Levi's way of saying 'private.' It's alright if you don't want to share, Levi, but we're your friends. No judgment here."

Levi set his glass down with a deliberate click. He looked directly at Finn and Maya, his expression earnest. "My statement was precise. I have never engaged in what you refer to as 'dating.' My responsibilities, my focus on... other pursuits, and frankly, a distinct lack of personal inclination have rendered the entire concept rather... theoretical. Furthermore," he paused, a subtle shift in his demeanor, "there is also the matter of... my own inherent nature. I am... who I am. And that has, shall we say, historically presented certain... complexities in the realm of interpersonal connection."

I am glad that he said it. On his own terms, without our peer pressure.

Finn and Maya exchanged a thoughtful glance.

"Complexities?" Finn echoed softly, leaning forward slightly in the soft glow of the patio lights. "What kind of complexities, Levi?"

"You don't have to elaborate if you don't want to, Levi," Maya said gently, "but we're here to listen, if you're willing to share."

A heavy silence descended, broken only by the gentle clinking of ice against glass as Levi took several slow, deliberate sips of his scotch in the soft glow of the patio lights. Finally, he lowered his glass, his gaze steady, almost unnervingly direct.

"I attribute my... perhaps unconventional approach to human connection to the vagaries of my lineage," he began, his voice low and measured. "A certain... ancestral predisposition has resulted in a notable absence of what you might term 'empathy.' It is not a learned trait I have discarded, but rather a fundamental aspect of my being." He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle. "Consider, then, the implications of removing sentiment and subjective understanding from the calculus of human interaction. The result is... pure instrumentality. Viewing situations and individuals through a lens devoid of emotional bias renders action remarkably... efficient."

He continued, his gaze unwavering in the soft night. "While your motivations for this 'revolution' may stem from a wellspring of shared feeling, my own impetus arose from a different source entirely. The initial conceptualization began in my adolescence, around the age of fifteen. Two primary forces have sustained this long-term endeavor: firstly, a detached intellectual curiosity – the sheer challenge of enacting such a profound societal shift. And secondly, an unwavering, almost axiomatic conviction in the principles of justice and equality. A logical imperative, if you will, rather than an emotional one."

I was so fucking proud of him, to finally confess. So fucking proud.

Finn and Maya exchanged uneasy glances, the easy camaraderie of the evening momentarily shattered by this unexpected glimpse into Levi's inner world. The chirping of crickets, which had been a soothing backdrop, now seemed almost jarring in the silence that followed.

Finn shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He opened his mouth as if to speak, then seemed to reconsider, his brow furrowed in thought.

Maya, on the other hand, regarded Levi with a quiet intensity, her usual warmth tempered by a flicker of something akin to... apprehension? Curiosity? She remained silent, allowing Levi to continue if he chose to.

While they were apprehensive and maybe even scared, I was just proud of him. His rather terrifying confession from four months ago, was now something that made me smile wide.

I hugged Levi, squeezing him tightly. “Finally, Levi. I am so fucking proud of you for saying that. So, so proud.”

Levi stiffened momentarily at the embrace, then slowly relaxed, a flicker of surprise, perhaps even relief, crossing his features. "Raphael," he said softly, his voice a low murmur against my shoulder, tinged with unfamiliar vulnerability. He didn't return the hug with the same intensity, but there was no resistance. "Your... reaction is... unexpected."

“You told me that four months ago. I was scared shitless back then. Now, I understand, I think. Or I guess. But regardless, I am so glad and proud of you for saying that.”

He remained still for a moment longer, the tension in his body seeming to dissipate.

Finn cleared his throat softly. "Yeah, Levi. That's... a pretty big thing to share. Takes guts." He offered a tentative smile.

Maya nodded slowly, her gaze now filled with quiet understanding. "It does. Thank you for trusting us enough to tell us, Levi."

I grabbed Levi’s jaw and turned him to Finn and Maya. “Look, what did I say? Look! Maybe not everyone, maybe even your friends may never understand, but someone, some people will try.”

Levi's gaze flickered between my hand on his jaw and the earnest expressions of Finn and Maya. He remained silent, allowing me to speak.

"See?" I said, my voice carrying a note of triumph. "I told you, didn't I? Maybe not everyone will get it, maybe some people, even people you care about, might struggle to truly understand. But there are those who will try. Those who will listen. Those who will accept you for exactly who you are, complexities and all." I squeezed his jaw gently, my eyes locking with his. "Don't ever forget that, Levi."

Finn nodded slowly, his earlier surprise replaced by thoughtful sincerity. "He's right, Levi. It takes a lot of courage to be that honest. And we're your friends. We might not fully grasp everything, but we're here for you."

"Exactly. What Raphael said. We value you, Levi, for who you are. All of you." Maya offered a warm, genuine smile. "Thank you for sharing this with us."

“This deserves a toast. Ah… You know what, it feels like coming out of the closet, right? It feels liberating.”

Levi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of something akin to understanding crossing his features. A small smile touched his lips.

"An... apt analogy, Raphael," he murmured, his voice still carrying a trace of unfamiliar vulnerability. "Indeed. A certain... weight has been lifted. The necessity for... circumspection... feels somewhat diminished." He looked at Finn and Maya, a newfound openness in his gaze. "To truth, then. However... unconventional it may be." He raised his glass slightly.

“To truth! Ah… I am so happy that I am gonna start dancing or something.”

...

Levi dove headfirst back into the logistics, his mind clearly more comfortable navigating supply chains than emotional vulnerability.

Levi and Finn dissected timelines and resource allocation, the familiar rhythm of rebellion planning returning. But the undercurrent was there – the memory of Levi's stark honesty, the shared surprise and eventual acceptance.

Yawns started to break the concentration as the night wore on. Finn stretched, suggesting sleep. Maya agreed, looking a little bleary-eyed. Even Levi, after ensuring all action items were noted, conceded to the lateness.

Empty glasses clinked as we gathered them.

I clapped Levi on the shoulder, a genuine smile on my face. He offered a small nod in return, a flicker of something softer in his eyes than I usually saw. As we parted ways into the night, I felt a quiet sense of satisfaction. He'd finally let a little more of himself see the light. And our little circle felt a little bit stronger for it.