Azalea POV
After the little talk I had with the new recruits, I went back to take over for oulo. He seems hella tired so I let him sit for a few moments.
On patrol isn't that bad at all. Not as bad as going on expeditions of course. Normally we lose atleast 25-40+ soldiers. It's not fun.
Most especially when you get home and seeing all the families looking so pale.
I once had to return a belonging to a family of a Fallen comrade, it was a ripped white shirt. I was hesitant to knock, who wouldn't? When I gave the mother her sons ripped shirt, she cried. Down on her knees she goes, hugging the blood covered white shirt. Yelling:
"YOU MADE US PROUD! IM SO PROUD OF YOU!" yelling those words over and over again to the shirt.
She was smiling, frowning and crying at the same time. Hard to imagine, I know. But all I'm sure is that her eyes was only saying certain words:
Pain Fear Misery
4 years of doing the same shit over and over again, that was the only time I agreed to deliver something for a Fallen soldier. I could not stand watching them mourn.
Oulo snapped me out of my thoughts.
"azalea you can go back and take some rest now. You're one of them trainors tomorrow right?" oulo says while polishing his blade.
"yeah, you won't fall asleep when I go then?" I sarcastically asked.
"You really think I'd be that dumb?" he answers, raising one eyebrow and stopped polishing his blade.
I was ready to say something, had thought of a comeback but he beat me to it.
"don't answer that or I I'll dump a bucket of water on you tomorrow" he replies to his own question, 2 seconds after he asked.
"wasn't planning to" and I left.
I opened the door to the room where me and petra are staying in, petra all tucked in already. She'd be on her duty the day after tomorrow I'm pretty sure.
But instead of going to bed, I sat on the chair first. Yes I do this every night. I get a book and start writing squiggles on it. For some reason this became a comfort habit for me.
It helped me calm my mind and think clearly.
Time passed and it's day already. This time I'm on my bed. Petra might have woke me up in the middle of the night again to get me lay on the bed. She does this a ton. She's like a little sister but also a dotting mother.
Went down to feed my horse and have breakfast I see flagon with a stressed face.
"what's with the face?" I sit next to him on a bench next to a stable of 4.
"these new recruits are making my brain itch" he replies scratching his head.
"what'd they do?" I asked.
"Nothing" he replies plainly
"and that's stressful because?"
"BECAUSE THEY DO ABSOLUTELY NOTHING" he shouts. I've heard this guy complain so many times but never shouts.
"valid." guys are terrifying when they get mad. So I just said that.
"I told them to get up and start with doing some work." he says
"interesting..." I'm dying here. I have no idea what to say.
"I told them that 30 minutes Ago. 30 MINUTES!" ok I'm out.
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A Mistake I Dont Regret
Fanfiction"Survive. That's an order." Falling inlove with him was the biggest mistake Y/N could have done. THIS IS BASED OF THE SHOW "ATTACK ON TITAN" BY ISAYAMA!!!!!!!!
