the harder they fall

Levi didn't mind being alone, he wasn't a touchy-feely sort of kid, but rarely pushed his siblings away if they wanted to hang out. To just be nearby. Exploring and playing was all well and good, but above all else he enjoyed a good tussle. As though he was born for it, generations of good breeding coming out in habits he didn't even realise he'd latched onto. He would have sought out the adults, his family, and demanded they train him but he knew well enough to leave them alone. That if they were half as sick as Mother and Father maybe he ought to handle things his own way, to do as he pleased with fewer eyes to fuss and judge.

Yet again he tipped his head back and called out for a sibling. Anyone would do, as long as they were willing to fight him. He wasn't asking for much, not yet.