Separated Bloodlines (Armin X OC Sister)

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January 20th 835

Silence, for once it was silent. No crying, baby, thank God. The only sound that was heard was the rain pitter pattering on the window pane.

I climbed up on the couch, staring through the window, watching all the people in Shiganshina hustling and bustling outside to get inside from being completely drenched.

I didn't mind the rain, I actually thought it was quite relaxing, especially when I was wrapped up in my blankie looking through a good book.

I sighed and looked away from the window, and my eyes landed on Mother. She was sitting in a rocking chair beside the wood stove, knitting a little onesie for Armin, a cup of tea sitting on the end table beside her.

She looked rather chipper beside the fact that the exhaustion on her face was evident. I walked over to where she was and sat on the floor cross-legged.

Mother noticed my presence, and she stopped knitting. "You know, you shouldn't sit on the floor." I looked up at her, confused. "Huh, why's that?"

Mother lifted up her hand to place on her mouth to stifle a giggle before replying "Because, if you sit down there, the Spiders may eat you" She replied.

I looked up at her, horrified, and leaped off the floor, nearly twisting my ankle. "Oh dang it, why did you have to say that. You know I hate Spiders. They're so dang yucky"

Mother giggled again while I plopped down on one of the kitchen chairs and pouted. "Oh, come on, don't be like that. I'm just joking, partly" I huffed and crossed my arms, looking away from her while she started to knit again.

I sat there in silence while fidgeting with my hands. A million thoughts going through my Head. I've been thinking alot, about what I want to do when I'm older.

I was still adamant about joining the Military. I just wasn't sure which one. It was a mix between The Survey Corps, or The Garrison. I  wanted nothing to do with The Military Police.

From what I heard about them from other people around here is how corrupt they are. Whatever that means. It also seems there at odds with other Military branches for some reason.

Parts of me wanted to talk to my family about my interest in the Military, but other parts told me not to. I mean they have their hands full with Armin already.

The last thing I wanted to do was upset them when they're stressed out already.

Plus, they'll probably think i'm still too young to think about stuff like that, and maybe they'd be right. I should wait until Armin a little older until I talk to them. I mean, I still have plenty of time to have that conversation with them, right?

"You know Mariele, instead of just sitting there doing nothing, why don't you do something productive?" I looked up.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked.

"Grandpa's going through some of his old books he doesn't want anymore. It would go a lot faster if he had an extra pair of hands, and he'd appreciate the help."

I sighed, I didn't really want to help, but Mother was right. Plus, it'd give me the opportunity to see some of Grandfather's other books I've never seen before. So, I decided to lend a helping hand.