"I never said you wouldn't be going home." he grinned leaning forward in front of the bars. "I also never said you'd be going home uninjured." He unlocked the door and levi punched him straight in the face. "you should be thankful I didn't do anything else." he walked off and rode off. but something dropped off the carriage before he left. it was my bento. i was already voiceless so what's the difference. I grabbed the chopsticks and inclined my self to eat."are you sure about that?" I nodded my snarky remarks would be no more.
I went to my room ashamed of what I used to call myself. I'm ashamed of what I used to be. I'm ashamed to be me. I'm not brave but I do have the courage to choose my destiny. so let's make it happen.
3rd pov.
Various clanks and crashes could be heard from her room. some transpired she was making a bomb. but she wasn't she making a formula. Hanji decided to take a look inside to make sure she had her sanity left. but no avail. she scribbled on the walls. parametric vector equations, simple toncular equations on the voice boxes' build up atoms. everything just to help her talk again. she turned to hanji, well not even hanji. she turned and walked out labcoat still available on her shoulders. she went to the kitchen and grabbed a beaker of water. and a shit ton of baking soda and other supplies. hanji was discarded as a distraction and put aside. in turn hanji wanted to know what crazed her to do this. she sat on the bed, watching a genius at work. numbers everywhere, chemicals exploding every second. none could be controlled. but there was a point when she was visually frustrated, she broke the chalk on the wall from writing so hard. she put it down and calmed herself. she walked to the closet and picked a most valuable possession of which she obtained. a violin. it helped her think. she aimed her fingers and played beautifully calculating perplexing things at the same time. it was amazing, hanji in the middle of her beautiful performance asked others in. she payed no attention to them just as she did hanji. only the moon's face she stared upon. as almost daring it or maybe even asking it for a another chance. but no avail. as the others sat around she suddenly stopped and got an idea. she placed the violin I the table and wrote on the walls again. Even worse symptoms came to mind. overly scared and mad all pointed to anxiety. as she stopped playing they rushed themselves out quietly. making sure they wouldn't bother her. levi only stayed behind.
He watched as she took samples of the water over examining them multiple times. but over time...
She gave up.
She collapsed yesterday while writing on the wall. fatigue was too much for her and her body gave in. levi was awoken form his light sleep by a clatter of broken Petrie dishes and broken chalk. he placed her in the bed and swept the broken pieces. she was so overwhelmed by the thought of no voice that she wouldn't let her self rest for the same reason. a vicious cycle would have been repeated if levi didn't bring tea when she woke up. "I'll only ask yes or no questions to make it easier."
She nodded. "you know violin?"
Nod
"You fatigued yourself to the pint of breaking just for the cure of your voice." nod again. hehanded her a pad of paper and pen. "why?"
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Fanfictionyou've been mute you always have been but a certain captain will change that. hi listen I wrote this when I was twelve so, like, be nice. but at the same time I don't blame for making fun of it. okay bye read at your own risk.
