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hi , reina ! i’m sitting here — wondering how i should write this . but ever since the day we met , i’ve been blessed by your talent , your amazingness & the way you write levi . it’s like i can hear him in your replies & it’s absolutely wonderful how you get his character study right , i’m stunned . you’re such a great friend to me , i love you . i cherish the very ground you walk on , you’re an utter angel & i appreciate your existence so much . you are truthfully one of a kind & one of my favorite people here . stay wonderful , amazing , lovely , magnificent . i truly am just — i love being your friend , i love talking to you ; i love everything about you !

[witswords]

the light in the infirmary is bright and warmthless, reflecting blindingly off the white sheets tucked into the mattress beneath where he sits, hands clutching wrinkles into the fabric.

he had insisted on being examined on return from shinganshina, convinced there was something wrong with him still. you can't get within a hair's width of death and come back fine, as if nothing had even happened. they'd looked him over top to bottom, listened to his heartbeat, made him take deep breaths to listen to his lungs and stick his tongue out to check his throat. n͟o͟t͟h͟i͟n͟g͟.

even so, he can't shake the feeling now that there is still something wrong with him. wrong with his s͟t͟o͟m͟a͟c͟h͟, he thinks. he hasn't eaten much since then, not when a crunch feels like bone and a tear like tendon. even so, hunger is not the name for what he's feeling.

he looks up as the captain appears in the doorway, a sea of emotions washing over him. he tries to pick them out as they pass by, give himself some sense of knowing, some sense of control over himself in all of this. relief, guilt, comfort all float by like buoys, islands he can name amongst the indiscernable waves of everything else that batter him breathless still.

@naitfall says: take some deep breaths. it's over.

as if on cue, he lets go of the air held tightly in his lungs reflexively, as if those simple words have lifted weight from his chest. everyone has either been treating him like a pariah or china, something to stare at and whisper about or something to coddle and tiptoe around. armin is simply relieved that levi manages to treat him like a human being when even he can't manage to give himself that grace ( as if he ever has ). he doesn't deserve it, and from levi least of all.

" i know. thank you, " he answers, feeling his expression try to form something resembling an understanding smile, proof that he's alright. it's probably transparent to the captain, who can cut to people's cores as easily as he can to a nape, and armin doesn't let it linger long enough to give him the chance to call him on it first. " i would understand, you know, " he says, much quieter now as his gaze averts, " if you were upset with me. "

[ourblued]

❝ You're late. ❞ He should have expected it, predicted their behavior before preparing dinner. The part of him who wished them to find a set table with all their favorite flavors in it, had taken over the practical side of him that was certain the food would get cold as he'd wait. ❝ And yes, that's yours, ❞ he gestured towards the wrapped box, before returning to the kitchen to warm up their dinner, while wearing his usual disinterest towards anything he found important. Inside the package was a new suit, handmade by Levi's trusted tailor. Lines and colors were picked to match Hange's tastes, but also make them look their best. The formal outfit to add to their closet. ft. @naitfall + hange.

frame stepped inside of the cottage , hange lets out a small huff -- eyes rolling as they're listening to his words , almost wanting to say something in retort , but hold themselves back from saying anything too . . what's the word ? demeaning . & they'd hate to ruin his good mood , it seems . eye glancing at the prepared table , instantly feeling bad as they're aiming on apologizing for their late arrival , hange lets out a small sigh . " not that late , " they're letting out , chewing down on their lower lip , studying the other before saying something else , head tilting . wondering what to fully say , although , letting out miniscule words wouldn't seem so nice , according to them . " . . you didn't have to get me anything , levi . " they're sighing softly , hands hovering over the gifted box before deciding to open it . he's too sweet , kindhearted , even if he doesn't think he is . yet , curious tones come out from their eyes , soon tearing the ribbon , then the top part of the box . eyes widening to the clothing that's been folded into the package , their heart beating against their chest . they're silent , hands taking the fabrics out of the box -- hovering against their body , fit to their size .

[frustror]

the woods are strangely quiet in the way they are just before a storm, when all the animals fall silent in anticipation. perhaps they can sense it, this evident animosity that permeates from the epicenter of the camp. what supplies the only sound is the crackling of the fire, the mirthful voices of the scouts in the trees, stretching languidly within their branches in their camraderie, quiet chatter buzzing like a hive of insects.

the only soldier who seems to never rest is levi, whose constant watchful eyes are always following. perhaps if zeke were someone else, someone who wasn't forged to turn his feelings off like gas in a lamp, switch on and off at his will, it might make him squirm. there is nothing but hatred in it, waiting for him to make one step in the direction of escape to justify putting his blade through his neck, but zeke is well-acquainted with this look. he sees it in the civilians of the countries he crushes in marley's name — sometimes from his own warriors, whom he bends into submission by words or by force, their eyes on him like betrayed, defiant children. they all roll like water from his back: there are no heartstrings to tug on, no feelings to forge into guilt.

this serves as something more like entertainment, in a kind of twisted way. in these woods, zeke almost enjoys getting beneath the captain's skin. it's far more interesting than the book in his lap. " shouldn't you send your scouts to do something more important? getting eaten by titans, perhaps? i'm sure you're capable of watching me all on your own [ ... ] " it's in that flippant way, where you might swear you can hear the smile in his voice before you look up and realize he isn't smiling at all, only looking back in a vacant, calculated kind of manner.

@naitfall says: this isn’t a stupid game. it’s their lives.

it seems to have the intended effect. the captain has little patience for playing this with him. " i didn't take you for such a philosopher, levi, " he answers, adjusting his glasses perched on his nose. " i only meant sitting around is a waste of their talents, wouldn’t you say so? "

[ourblued]

selfish, if that were the way to actually describe levi, then it was the way to describe hange, as well. their heart, something they kept away, out of the ways of someone, something that would hurt them so, hange has kept themselves covered by everything else that came with it, it seems. to be honest, they were both on the same coin, yet, rested on different sides -- it was something that hange liked, somewhat admired because it meant that they were special, contrasting, yet special in their own ways, of course. if there were another way to fully put it into words, hange & levi are exceptional people who know better, who are trying their best to be better -- at survival, at finding themselves. for some reason, levi is their little sense of being, their sense of self that they can't seem to find anymore, not between the mixtures of death & wanting to see the sunlight again. levi's been their sense of being since their first meeting -- something that hange doesn't take too lightly, however, hange remembers the time levi looked at them, acknowledged them. that was something they'll keep forever, in their memory. if it were to happen & their fate was sealed, hange would replay that one. to hange, levi is pure, he is good, even if he says he isn't, he is. he is everything to them & if they've had the chance to, they'd tell him. for now, they're keeping it to themselves, as if some lost confession, as if it were going to be something hange was going to take with them to the grave. hange's head is riddling with questions, wondering what to say that didn't make them sound like a complete idiot in front of him. god, they'd hate that, in fact. hange's letting out this short laugh, a snort coming along after, still, reeling after that. the kiss : it was interesting, it was nothing short of their actual feelings, mixed with his own. ❛ funny, yeah? think you're some sort of comedian, levi? ❜ hange's gone back to their normal behavior, another thing that's helped them cope with things, now this one. nose crinkling at his words, shaking their head. ❛ am i supposed to? you should know this by now, ❜ it's a joke that slips out of their mouth, keeping it all light, humorous, although, feeling their cheeks rise with some sort of warmth that they're coming to all terms with.

Selfish was the human nature, and Levi had tried many times before to defy his own. Dedicated his heart to fight for them, he had long decided he'd only be a TOOL for their purpose. He belonged to them, inside and outside of the battlefield. His mind and soul — his entire being, for them to use as they wished. He wasn't supposed to give in, for his emotions to control him, even if cornered, if desperate. They were soldiers, in a merciless world where such vulnerabilities — bonds of such deep affection, were impossible to survive.

It was a moment of clarity, while observing the way their eyes shone as they spoke at him, he realized both were beyond saving. They were already damned. What was left for him? To seal said curse, for them to share the same sins, the same madness — for him to take on his shoulders what they couldn't carry on their own. His intentions had originally been this pure. Yet now, unintentionally, he selfishly had trusted them with the last of his humanity. The last part of him that hadn't known darkness, and would die with them, if ever they were to depart before him.

They were right, those feelings having taken shape a long time ago. Never once holding back, always speaking directly from their heart, they had their way of making the atmosphere lighter, for any tension between them to instantly vanish. ❝ I just told you, didn't I? ❞ Unfamiliar to intimacy he was, but he doubted their experience differed much. ❝ You never shut up. ❞ A petty excuse, lacking in usual bitterness, but Hange shouldn't be asking for more. Not when he had just exposed the parts of him even he hadn't known.

[worldhell]

[ death ] sender just died is considered dead, receiver finds out @naitfall / x.

IT'S THE FEELING OF THE WORLD FALLING SILENT AROUND HIM (...) the tumultuous aftermath of a single battle in the mountainous war all but stands still. A ringing in his ears that drowns out occupying noise, people untroubled by the news carry on in a blur, forgotten, unimportant - words the girl, Ackerman, speaks are no longer audible / can't tell if she still was, barely assess Kirschtein's subdued bearings as the boys own thoughts are clouded, he's somewhere else entirely. Her words are foreign in sound, as if such a term didn't exist. Because for Farlan they didn't.

'Commander Hange and Captain Levi ...' DEAD.

The ground falls from his feet but still he stands, unmovable. “ What did you ... just say? ” Did those words ever leave his lips? Did the girl, who's eyes remained voided and shattered, ever response? In this moment of their lives, perhaps they were the same. Both losing everything to them.

Levi. It's sickening the way his body reacts. Frozen in place as pieces within shattered all at once. Questions raced in the back of his mind, but none ever made it through. The why, how, who (...) the speculations ran wild, but he couldn't focus on that. Levi. Why was it that of all times, he thought back to the underground. Why was it that memories began to take over and spiral with his distress. Why did his mind go back to that first meeting, one that used to humiliate and embarrass him when he spoke of it. When they first made contact, when their eyes had first met - why was it that image that stuck in his mind.

The days he spent in the underground were vile, full of torment, he only wished to leave that hellhole and never look back. It was cruel, and ironic, how those years in that house of theirs together (...) became fond memories at the end. Before reality sets back in. The world continues. Now, he feels the pain. The grip it has on him is a familiar agony, and yet, so new. The way his expression trembles, tensing, jaw tightening as anger, grief, sadness, all come crashing ahead. He was never ready for this. He couldn't be. He knows what happened (...) he knows.

He shouldn't have entertained the idea / there's an obsession in that final promise (...) Farlan should of just killed the Beast Titan while he was sleeping. That's what his gut had told him, that's what his intuition advised. He knows Levi, that loyalty and anger, the need to be the one to kill Zeke himself, even to the detriment of himself, as if that was his only worth. That damn Commander. Even dead, he was still causing Farlan trouble.

╼╼╼ HE NEVER CARED ABOUT THE OUTSIDE. All he had wanted to do was get out of the underground. Live above the rundown city. Venturing outside the walls (...) he never imagined of it. Levi. He might have been the one to express those desires of leaving that horrible place, to give them a dream to live off, but it was Levi who took them further. Those wings on his back couldn't be caged. After that first expedition, Farlan came to understand that. He saw the sight for what it was. Honestly, he was mesmerised by it. That dream of his grew, changed, and he wanted to understand what that entailed for him. After all , together, they saw the sea. The world outside was vast. But, Farlan knew he never cared about the world. All he wanted to do, he realised, was be at his side. He wanted to make sure those wings of his were never cut or broken from the weight of it all.

Before they met, Farlan had given up on people. Didn't trust them as much as they could trust him. Relationships with people were there to be exploited - in the end, they'd all betray each other one way or another. He wonders if Levi ever knew that. How much of his life he changed.

Brows furrow, his eyes SHARP, as he turns on his heel. Where was he going? As the walls fell around them, as the internal struggle of allies and enemies erupted, of what was right and wrong plagued the minds of those who still wore the symbol of freedom (...) he had his own determination.

“ No, you're wrong. There's no chance (...) that stubborn idiot won't allow himself to die. ” FARLAN WON'T ENTERTAIN THE IDEA. He knew the cruelty that was this world well, understood that no one was safe from it's wicked clutches - he wasn't naïve enough to believe in miracles. But putting Levi next to those very ideals was impossible. There was one thing in this world he did believe in. He'd wager it all on that fact. If there was anyone that could survive what this shitty world would throw at them, over and over again, no matter the stakes, no matter how treacherous a climb; clenched fists shake at his side, nails digging so deep the cut into his skin. He's going to find him.

[dutyworn]

@naitfall said: Favourite trope? Are there any AU’s you’d like to explore but haven’t had the chance to yet? Are there certain characters that you gravitate towards?

Questions for the mun    /    ACCEPTING ↷

Favourite trope? :: Want a specific one? Kind restraints. I have a fascination for writing my muses restrained in general (both in a sexual context and a nonsexual context), but kind restraints is an oddly specific trope that I love. Basically for whatever reason, usually the character or their friend having reason to believe the character might be a danger to themselves or others, a character being restrained with kind intentions, for their own or other people's safety. I like hurt/comfort (and even hurt/no-comfort) in general, and the vulnerability of muses being restrained. Yes, I like writing bondage in a kinky sense as well, but there doesn't have to be anything sexual about it for me to be fascinated by it.

Are there any AU’s you’d like to explore but haven’t had the chance to yet? :: Shepard in Saren's role. Her being the one indoctrinated by the Reapers in early game era. First human spectre candidate kills another spectre (Saren or Nihlus) and wounds another (Saren or Nihlus) on Eden Prime. Her killing Jenkins, maybe even Kaidan, fucking off with Sovereign. Extra delicious when hero character is literally brainwashed/mindcontrolled into the villain.

Are there certain characters that you gravitate towards? :: 81 traumas in a trench coat.

[worldhell-a]

Dina, Karla, Kuchel || (they're all dead so don't feel bad for them Grisha)

Send my muse a fuck, marry, kill.

IT'S TOO CRUEL ... a sadistic testiment to the women in his life who all lost their lives, and he the deciding factor. A self-desparing complex to all his failures and mistakes. The guilt that he could of changed things if he weren't so naivie, so blind and arrogant.

“ Carla is my WIFE. I will not abandon her. ” It's a game, that's all. Yet the guilt is overwhelming. He had a wife before, a family ... did that not count for anything? Was he that deplorable? Grisha clears his throat, tries to remain composed.

“ To sleep with Kuchel ... would be doing a disservice to her as my paitent and to someone who I have nothing but respect for. I couldn't do it. I wouldn't want to take advantage of that, not ever. If ... I could have one last night with Dina, even if I am not deserving of it ... it feels wrong, but I would choose it still. ”

[lausticzt]

Wait, have you been drinking? @naitfall / x.

SHE DOESN'T QUITE EXPECT IT (...) takes her a moment too long to hear his words. Honestly, she doesn't really remember what she had been saying prior to his question. She feels her words aren't quite reaching, somewhere along the way she had rambled onto other matters / she might have snorted once or twice, her scoffs loud and obnoxious before cheek rests in the palm of her hand. She recalls tracing her fingers across the wooden table, eyes closing as she spoke, a low murmer in her throat that aquainted to a whine.

Her heartbeat is loud. It sounds loud. Levi manages to startle her with that. A part of her willing her to SOBER UP, however unsuccessful, it at least attempts to reclaim a semblance of self from her clouded head. Maybe, she had momentarily forgotten who she was speaking to / maybe it hadn't really mattered. Is she self-concious all of a sudden? Defensive? She isn't sure what he thinks (...) can't recognise the tone in his words. Accusatory? Curious? Surprised? Annoyed? Well, now she is annoyed.

“ Maybe I have. Why, got a problem with that? ” LIPS DON'T QUITE FROWN, can't quite keep her gaze focused enough to display her usual defense / a sulky expresssion that almost deflates into timid defeat, before thoughts take over, enacting a sudden outrage as eyes that had wandered down snap back. “ Oh I forgot - I guess people like me wouldn't dare to disgrace themselves by drinking so excessively. Is that it? It isn't your business anyway, but I CAN hold my liquor. ” Laura is quick to her feet with an adrupt rush of energy. Hands slam on the table as she rises, head tilting with a scowl - and so what if she did drink? Maybe she can get blindly entoxicated. That's her choice. Not that she was ( she doesn't drink ) but if she chose to, then so what.

She may have been moody prior to the STUBBORN WILL that made her down the first drink. Rebellion, a moments lapse, maybe a comment on a bad day, one warning her that she shouldn't touch the stuff. A friendly jest turned sour.

“ But oh my apologies. I wouldn't want to embarrass myself. I suppose I best curtsy and bow at your feet then. ” Evidently, he hasn't done anything worthy of her irritation. She's not even mad at him, but oh she does indeed curtsy on cue. A fumbled performance, one that stumbles her from balance (...) the table's edge a quick safeguard from completely falling over herself. Ignore the rising heat, she wasn't so far gone. She was acting fine.

A sharp mutter under her breath, hair falling in front of her face / but not so entirely out of view, as she glares from under loose strands. He didn't make her tumble, but he might have well of. Standing up hadn't been the best idea. Her legs didn't quite feel like hers. She couldn't tell if she felt ridiculously light or if her body would be too heavy to move around without tripping her over.

“ I'm fine I'm not drunk stop looking at me like that with your annoying pretty eyes. I can stand just fine but you're distracting me again and I need to get another cup. ” Isn't quite sure where her last one went and for that her frown deepens. If someone took her drink she's really going to - oh. It's still on the table. How did she miss that? Embarrassment and anger stare down the mug. Disgusting mug. She will not be humilated for a second time.

[massensterben-a]

You start to get really fucking grateful around here. It starts with clean water, with gristle and kitchen scraps. You thank them on your knees for a chance to chew. Then sleep. The first time he got to sleep through the night, he woke and wept with gratitude. Voices, light, the sky. Things like that are luxuries he no longer has any right to. They are granted in exchange for his cooperation, for his willingness to crawl. And god, he is willing. They have made him willing.

Bertholdt is told he has been in Paradisian custody for ten months. Emaciated and haggard, he bears the signs of his redemption on his body. There are scars on his skin, for the first time. There are holes in his mind that have been punched in by Commander Hange. Ten months of suffering is nothing, of course, compared to the pain he brought to these people. Ten months of rot and screaming, what does that amount to? No, if Bertholdt wants to live at all, then he must offer more. —He has offered. After months in darkness, starved and beaten and pissed on, Bertholdt finally began to talk. And he didn’t stop talking, did he? He quickly learned that the more he said, the more time Commander Hange would spend with him, which meant that the guards could not have free rein over their own brand of vengeance.

Perhaps he should have preferred to die a patriot’s death. But he was only sixteen years old.

But Bertholdt talked. Bertholdt talked himself out of the confines, out of the torture cell, out of the naked frightened animal state. He talked himself out of the dungeons. He begged and promised and wept for everything that was ever demanded of him. He talked himself in front of Captain Levi.

@naitfall says: ❛ When does a reason become the blame? ❜

The question slips into his ear like poison. It is cold and impersonal. It burns him through like acid, some chemical compound. He’s been asked the question before, though differently. How did you justify, how did you justify, how did you justify? He didn’t. He couldn’t.

“We just wanted to get back home. We had to… We didn’t know. I swear we didn’t know.” His voice is some hacked off limb, crawling out of his mouth. He chokes on it. Bertholdt’s eyes are nailed to the captain’s boots. He’s waiting for one to come sailing into his face. He can already taste the blood, the skull-shattering pain. He sees his teeth scattering.

“We were told to retrieve the Founder, by any means necessary. It was never meant to be like this.”

[lausticzt-a]

┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭-𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓮 ◞ 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊 . ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ @naitfall ⤸ “ tell  me  what  you  want. “ ( I can't resist sending you a meme . . . only if / when laura feels like it! )

How can he say that so calmly, while she struggles to hold his gaze ... a stillness in their serene that captures Laura's breath, any response she could have given hitching in her throat. Suffocating all of it / he's close enough she can feel his warmth, the feeling that she's being towered over by someone shorter then her by proximity alone, his scent completely overpowering her senses ... his eyes.

She's seen them soften, apparent even in his sharp expression, because she watches (...) more then she should. Her gaze always finding their way over to him in most scenarios. In those rare, often gruelling times of the life they lead, the brief glimpses before they revert again because it's easier to pretend ... everyone is out for themselves / all con men, with no true remorse. A witness to it, time and time again, and yet, she never believed it with them. Not him.

Levi is more human then most in every way maybe in the only way she knows. It's why she'd grown to trust him, completely. She strays from time to time, because trust was all so vulnerable. But, she never second guesses his words, doesn't have to watch out for masked lies and deceit, the way her world often disgusted her / the inner walls was a hell, where most idolised the stage play of wealth and professed perfection.

In a way, he embodied what she'd loved about the world beyond that. Raw in it's form, nothing to hide from ... in flaws, and the hardship of it's harrowing truth, was undoubtedly real. Normal in it's abnormality, to find true understanding and kinship within their world. Nothing to hold back on, nothing left to conceal. That was freeing.

Suffocating and not once did she feel she was drowning. Awkward as eyes shift, attempting to keep a steady gaze while her body runs hot. There's no silencing the pounding in her heart, she feels the growing warmth in her cheeks, burning at her ears, the lightest twitch in her eye.

It's humiliating how flustered she could still get when she's been in more intimate positions before. Laura is overbearingly commanding. It should be the other way around, she wishes to tell herself. But she can't think of anything else right now, aside from him.

And, god, does she need a moment. A hand covers half her face, finally shifting away from him, can't even mutter a curse under her breath at her own ridiculousness it's his fault, she decided. He gave her control. What she wanted.

❝ ... don't say anything. ❞ Until she gathered what dignity she had left to look at him again, to reveal the insanity of indescribable fluster that currently embodied her. A weak threat. She doesn't want him to go anywhere / don't move.

[pinksopaque]

@naitfall asked : ❛  believe it or not, i do enjoy spending time with you.  ❜

deep  down  ,  hange  doesn't  know  what  to  say  to  his  words  .  or  was  it  an  admission  ?  either  way  ,  hange  was  speechless  .  nothing  but  a  chuckle  out  of  nervousness  leaves  their  lips  ,  eye  looking  at  him  –  swallowing  that  dry  lump  in  their  throat  ,  wondering  what  to  say  .  yet  it  takes  them  a  real  moment  to  process  things  ,  it  really  does  .  for  a  second  ,  hange's  stuttering  over  words  ,  chewing  down  on  their  lower  lip  ,  glancing  at  levi  for  a  moment  –  contemplating  on  what  to  say  ,  that  didn't  already  sound  like  they  were  embarrassed  or  something  .  they  weren't  ,  but  god  ,  the  way  levi  looks  at  them  ,  they're  hesitant  ,  truly  wondering  what  to  say  that  didn't  sound  .  .  bad  or  anything  .  "  you  do  ?  "  they're  asking  ,  widened  eye  &  all  ,  another  hesitant  sound  coming  from  their  mouth  ,  truly  studying  the  other  before  saying  anything  more  .  "  levi  .  .  don't  pull  on  my  strings  ,  "  they're  musing  ,  a  small  laugh  leaving  their  lips  ,  humming  light  . 

[centuricnis]

" i don't feel like talking . " || (@ Eren!!)

THE SOUNDS OF NIGHTMARES SENTENCE STARTERS .

THE SOUNDS OF NIGHTMARES SENTENCE STARTERS .

eren hadn't really come over to talk. afterall, the last thing he associated levi with was long drawn conversations. still, his presence was a comfort to him and the brunet found himself gravitating to wherever his captain was when he needed a moment to just gather himself. sometimes eren had wished they'd never found what his father had hidden in that cellar. it seemed to make everything so much more complicated in his mind. what was the point of it all?

he grimaced and sighed softly in defeat. just trying to figure it all out made his head hurt. instead, teal eyes flicker over to the shorter man, taking in his familiar frame with the almost ever present furrow in his brows. sometimes he wants to just reach up to smooth it out and his fingers twitch with the sudden compulsion to. he curls them into a fist to avoid doing something idiotic.

"that's okay... we don't have to talk," he finally replies after what's probably been a minute of silence. "i came over here for the quiet, anyway."

[ourblued]

Send 🍳 for our muses to cook a meal together. / @naitfall.

this is her first time cooking with someone, her first time cooking with levi. however, she likes this. with them standing around each other, cutting up vegetables -- smiling widely over at the other before she's placing in the bell peppers in the pan, watching it sizzle. she feels at home with him, how perfect this was for them to cook dinner together. " look, levi -- !! " she goes, excitedly, beaming over at the other before she's stirring around the vegetables, adding in whatever else they've got prepped. " do you think it'll be good? " she asks, finding herself getting distracted by asking him questions, by wanting to impress the other.

petra's swaying her hips to the music ( in her head ), humming along as she's stirring, though, if she could, she'd keep her eyes on levi, for a long time. " . . have we set up the dinner table -- ? " asking, eyes still on the other, curious as ever, soon turning down the heat a bit, not wanting to burn their food, rather, wanting to keep the other happy with her cuisine.

[viitlumi]

" nothing good can come from this . " || (at Hilda, for starters! or someone else, if you wanna!)

THE STANLEY PARABLE SENTENCE STARTERS .

In the mellow gleam of daybreak, Solveig stood at the edge of a forest, brandishing her battleaxe with precise and deliberate strokes. Each strike against the sturdy trunks was a synergy of vigor and decisiveness, and her dexterity was evident in every calculated arc. Although she was a maverick by temperament, she was not gregarious — she simply favored the quiet companionship of the trees and the rhythm of her own breathing. Exercising in the wild provided her with the clean breeze she craved. Solveig felt her lungs inflate, and her heart pounded all the harder. In those moments when she pushed herself to her limits, Solveig was present and correct in a way that became crucial to her. The forest resounded with the strikes of her axe as it cleaved a path through wood and thought. Solveig's mind, a source of strategic insight, often mimicked the keen intellect of her idolized brother. Yet, her heart remained tied to her sister Hilda, who consistently encouraged her and believed in her abilities regardless of the obstacles they confronted. Solveig's practicality and directness made her a pillar of support for everyone who knew her, even if she kept most people at a distance.

She could tell that Captain Levi, an imposing and strong personage, was monitoring her from a respectful distance. His presence was as domineering as the dawn breaking over the horizon. As he stepped forward, his boots whispered on the forest floor, interrupting the rhythm of Solveig's work. His voice, usually as cutting as his blade, quieted as he spoke. “Nothing good can come of this,” Solveig heard him say, his words lingering in the air like a shade. The reprimand was clear, but Solveig's resolve remained unshaken. Solveig halted, the handle of the axe firmly in her hand, and turned to face him. Her clear and resolute eyes met his with calm certainty. "I don't quite grasp your concern, Captain. The trees won't uproot themselves and seek their revenge on me." Solveig remarked flat in jest, her manner of speaking witty, but not lacking in decorum. She found herself speculative as to why the Captain had chosen to seek her whereabouts, since she hadn't sent word to anyone of her location - admittedly, it wasn't far from the heart of the city.

The forest seemed to hold its breath, the tension palpable in the air. Levi’s word of advice sprang from a place unknown involvement, and Solveig surely desired to cognize why he arrived to detect her.

The blonde woman strode with ponderous steps over to the tree trunk where a second massive cast axe was embedded firmly beneath the brown bark, braced her foot against it and drew the polished steel out with a tug, seemingly with consummate ease. Her hand's back swept away the pearlescent sweat on her forehead, making it generally seem as if she had put hours into her practice already.

“What can I do for you, Captain Levi?” Solveig asked in an egalitarian voice as she headed back to her throwing spot and targeted another toss with the axe, intended towards the tree trunk. @naitfall

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“  shut the fuck up and sit down. you’re bleeding.  ”

injury/hurt prompts bc reasons

@naitfall || prompts

Immediately, Porco clips his mouth shut and drops into the nearest chair available. Even if he is already healing—steam spilling out from between his fingers, his bloody bicep clutched tight to his side—there's no way he's going to argue with the Captain. An order is still an order and Porco didn't get this far by disobeying them and defying his superiors. He's not an idiot.

"Sir." It is the only thing he says; his respect shown, authority acknowledged. An effort he hopes that will steer him out from the center of the Captain's ire. And at least the blood on the floor won't stay there for long. . .