<hr/><hr/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/1339629086457361377637884.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Levi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6435710#msg6435710)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eli<br/></td><td><div style="text-align: justify;"><br/>Levi knew his brother was close by, even before having to see him.  There was a shift in the air, something tangible that pulled at him, and made him hyper aware of his surroundings.  It was always this way.  When together, Levi felt invincible and performed better than he would alone.  He had whispered these thoughts to his brother before, in the dark cover of night, when the cold winds off the ocean would beat down at them and force them closer to each other for warmth; not that they needed an excuse to press flush up against each other.  At the time, those thoughts had been wound around others, confessions, secrets, and the occasional debate of whether the bread from the baker on the shore was better than the bread that came from the rival baker, that was located, further inland, on Cod Row.<br/><br/>When he did spot his wayward brother, deftly swimming through the crowd towards him, he felt his cheeks flush with heat and color, and he returned the offered grin with a matching one of his own.  It might have been vain of him, but he always took pleasure in looking at Eli, a copy, yet completely original version of himself.  Other than Kit, Eli was all he had, his blood, his other half, his soul mate in many ways.  And, if he were honest with himself, Eli was more than he could ever be, his fiery nature did more than warm him up inside, it made him stronger and better able to lead the way; something he was more than content to let happen, at least most of the time.<br/><br/>He nodded in answer to his brothers query, and than scooted over, to allow Eli to squeeze into the space next to him.  One of his hands reached out, his fingers grazing his brothers for a moment, before returning to his side.  It wouldn't due to show too much affection.  Even though the Iguana was rather liberal compared to the other taverns in port, there was a clear line he could not cross.  So his eyes went back to the crowd, and calculating how many more pockets could be picked, before they should shove off to another location.<br/><br/>"<strong>I think we can remain here for a little while longer, but I wouldn't press our luck.  And, I want to talk to you and Kit about something interesting.  But not now, maybe later.</strong>"  His voice was pitched low, but his face hadn't lost it's grin, in case others were watching them.  He had overheard a few sailors discussing employment on one of the ships in dock, and it had given him a rather dangerous idea, an idea that he knew the others might jump on, if he sold it just right.<br/></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><hr/>