The Devil is Watching You

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Your eyes take a minute to adjust since you're surrounded by darkness, but you know you're being carried somewhere.

Whoever is holding you is warm and you just want to get closer so you can feel comforted. Your face snuggles up against the soft shirt and you close your eyes again, relaxing into their arms.

A door creaks open and you feel your feet push the door open and the person walks into a room. Your body is set down on a soft surface, positive that it's a bed.

Your shoes are taken off slowly and then your socks. The person tucks your feet under the covers and then pulls the blanket over your chest and up to your neck.

"Goodnight," the voice whispers, soft and close to your ear. "Sweet dreams."

And just like that... you're back in dream land.

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You wake up, a headache pressing against your eyes as you prop yourself up on an elbow. Your eyes scan over to Armins bed and find it empty.

You must've been in a deep sleep to have been unconscious this long. You realize you hadn't had dinner and were supposed to cook for Armin.

"Morning," the blonde steps into the bedroom with a mug in his hand, steam spewing out the top indicating its fresh. "I brought you tea."

"Oh... sorry I didn't make dinner," you scratch your head.

"No it's okay," he sets the mug down on the beside table. "I'm glad you got a good nights sleep. You were really out of it."

Your memory of last night comes back to you in pieces, only remembering the warm body and soft voice.

"Did you carry me to bed?" You ask, your colored eyes searching Armins expression.

"I did. You didn't want to get up from the couch," he laughs nervously. "I hope that was okay."

"Yeah..." you nod and pull your knees up to your chest, the blanket still on. "I'll make dinner tonight this time."

"Oh actually, Historia requested your attendance at the Royal palace. I think it's best if you go," he sits down on your bed.

"I'm not sure that's good idea," you shake your head.

"Sure it is. Wouldn't you like to see inside the walls?" Armin cocks his head to the side as he awaits your response.

"Isn't that dangerous for you guys?" You question. "And why give me access to your Queen? That doesn't seem too smart either."

"I don't think you'd do something stupid like get yourself in trouble and I don't think you'd hurt Historia," he smiles down at the floor. "Plus I'll be your tour guide, so you won't have to get stuck with some random soldier."

"You'd come too?" You ask, curiosity in your voice.

"Of course. I'm not supposed to let you out of my sight," he rubs his knee with his palm.

"Didn't you leave me to go see Annie?" You look off to the side, awaiting his response.

"You—"

"Jean told me," you shrug. "How is she?"

"In a crystal," he sighs. "Been there for over four years."

"Does she know about Bertholdt?" Your face falls in sadness and the idea of her not being able to say goodbye either.

"I don't think so..." he frowns. "I'm not sure."

"How often do you visit her?" you wonder aloud.