He'll kill me if I get near to him so I just stay out of his way. Everyone looked at you, expect of a man with ebony black hair. Every soldier, and I mean ever soldier: that includes humanities strongest, will return with a dark, horrified expression. Right now, your silence was beginning to push his buttons, infuriating him inside his systems. The killings didn't start a few years before you joined the Survey Corps either.
Putting on a big smile, you thanked them for their support as each of them congratulated you for a job well done. Then when I've finished with that, I'm breaking the shit out of that iron shield. Hanji's mouth twisted into a frown for a brief second, before turning into a feral grin. You broke into a wide grin as he walked towards you and wrapped his arms around you. Every time we return from an expedition, that look right there is always dancing around your face like nothing has happened! But with you, your heart and your feelings were iron metal.
But anyway there is a certain little human I really like but sadly I can't say that to him because well. If you want, I can redo your commission. You were always the one who survives, and you didn't know why. I'm going to break those shields, because seriously all of. But then you held a dumbfounded look.
But the furrowing glare you gave him was one of confusion. His chest heaved as he contemplated what meaning he had left in this life. You knew just what you had to do. Levi listens carefully, the last sentence you spoke reminded him of himself, remembering the man who raised him as his own leave him right in front of his own very eyes. It surprised him so much, that he loosened his tight grip on your collar.
Putting down the makeup brush after a couple more seconds, you sighed and closed your tired eyes. Having that kind of confidence and casualty takes a lot of strength to pull off a face like that. The stare itself was rather unsettling; purplely-brown eyes that seemed to peer into your very soul. Unfortunately, he would never leave the dressing room with you. He approached the director who was still fiddling with some equipment on stage and extended his hand in greeting.
You felt like a little child, telling someone about the presents it got or about something that happened. The sound of the shower tap turning off interrupted your thoughts and you hurriedly shut your eyes before he came back. They wanted to be able to be strong like you. Your heart hammered in your chest, the thought of what you were about to do sending tingles down your spine. Levi furrows his brows at the amount of paperwork you were holding, the height was from your stomach to your chest. From where he knew that anyway? With the brisk motion of an expert, you applied touchups to your face.
Summary: Some members of the garrison found you laying on Wall Rose at night. But after the years went by, you have grown to it. Other than respect, Hanji seemed to accumulate a high amount of weird looks from passersby. And without a job, he was nowhere near that. The two were alone in the mess hall, after the rest of the squad had escaped long beforehand, realizing that Hanji had gone into one of his 'crazy' modes. There were six people, a woman with shoulderlong hair, four men and a guy, probably 16 years old.
Your eyesight began to blur, and as that happened, one of the chains locking your heart snapped. The most effective solution was to remain silent so that he would not unwittingly hurl out offensive words. Given the similarity in character between the two of you, what drastic action would each of you take to learn the truth? You entered a dark room, only a single candle brought some light in it. He gently lifted you up and cradled you in his arms. It was the last scene for the day and the weary troupe of actors retired to their respective dressing rooms. 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.
The demons of your past in the form of severe anxiety disorder had come to revisit you in full force. She knocked on a big door, that got opened after you waited some minutes. The nail filer that jutted out from your stomach dug into his ribs as he pulled you closer, a cruel reminder of how your life had ended. No matter what or who it was that had your attention, he would gain it 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 nuzzled his face between your shoulder and neck and you hummed in response. His hand cupped your cheek, his fingers rubbing circles into your soft skin. If you could not possess him, then there was no point to life. As the chains fell down, so did your tears. His fingers brushed against your face, tracing every contour and edge until he reached your lips.