He didn't even bother to turn around. The short little moments you spent with him were more cherished and dear to you than the five years you had with Levi. Bastard kept on pulling on my hair. The sound of the shower tap turning off interrupted your thoughts and you hurriedly shut your eyes before he came back. But at the age of 5, it wasn't just the day your whole family was gone, it was the day you killed the ones responsible for taking your family away from you. He grits his teeth together and sharpens his thin brows and steel eyes onto you, giving you a stare of danger.
He slipped into the seat beside you and with a low growl from the engine, the car lurched forward. His words somehow sent you there as a reminder of what pain felt like, having these emotions when you see someone you care about gone, unable to see that person ever again. I'm going to break those shields, because seriously all of. He offered up a prayer that she was alright but he feared the worst. With a small sigh, Levi walked to the shower.
Trying to form thoughts into words, you continued. He slowly extricated the sharp object from your body, not wanting to inflict any more scars on your beautiful body despite the fact that you had already gone. He loved you deeply but because of that, he wanted to provide you with a stable life. You had spent such a long time with your character that ultimately, you became your character. Slowly, you immersed yourself in the thoughts that you had been having for the past few weeks. Rivaille was everything that Levi was not. Your expression was so serene as if you had no regrets leaving this world.
The first thing he saw was the fallen chair and then his gaze fell upon the crumpled figure lying in a puddle of blood on the floor… You were weak. This 'stare' always seemed to occur when those blasted Titans were mentioned, which was often followed by an enthusiastic, one-sided conversation about them that seemed to last for hours. Every time we return from an expedition, that look right there is always dancing around your face like nothing has happened! Your voice was quiet and raspy when you choked out your words. In a circular motion, he massaged your aching joints and you sighed in relief as the tense feeling slowly dissipated. Soon, you could hear the soft pinging of water hitting the white tiles in the shower — the constant sound annoying you to no end. Realizing that you were probably asleep, Levi slipped silently into bed beside you.
Your fingers grazed his skin before you finally lost the fight and sank into the comforting darkness, letting it envelop you for eternity. Well, he was the first person you ever talked to, you told him with excitment that you can't remember anything, but that its the first time for you being in the wall and that you had the feeling as if you always wanted to come here. Leaning forward, you grabbed one of the myriad of boxes littered on your table. Hearing his breathing become deeper, signaling that he had succumbed to sleep, you mouthed to yourself. Satisfied with the silence, you once again continued your chain of thought.
Instead of channeling out his frustrations to you, he decided to keep it inside him and distance himself away from you, lest you catch his negativity. You entered a dark room, only a single candle brought some light in it. You reached your hand out to cup his cheek, wanting to touch his face one more time before you succumbed to the dark abyss that seemed to be dragging you down. Most people would quake in fear at the mere rumbling of the floor from a Titan far off in the distance. Before he saw your expression, you swiftly put on a sweet smile. You stayed silent, while you walked downstairs, into some kind of cellar.
To keep it locked away from everyone. He slowly released his grip around you and slowly brought his hands to rest on your shoulders. However, three monotone knocks were heard at the door, causing the raven corporal to glance up at his office door. Lifting the blade up high, he drove it deep into his heart. The two men stared at each other in shock.
Once you were finally inside your dressing room — your sanctuary — you exhaled sharply, the stress and anxiety leaving your body. The citizens of Trost grew a strong hatred towards you, while most soldiers were both terrified and envious of you. It was his place, he had said. At first, you were just someone who would always cry when someone you saw die in front of you, no matter who they were. Everyone looked at you, expect of a man with ebony black hair. And that soldier was a superior, he was Humanities Stronger Soldier: Levi.