Levi Ackerman One-Shots

Drabble ~ Yearning

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Kinda stalker vibes but like Idk how to describe it because I wrote this while drunk last week so it's a lil out there :)
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SWF; stalking/pining themes
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No matter the angle in which he observed, nor the matter of the situation at hand...Some situations were dire, some were domestic. Calm and relaxing, soothing and tranquil, even.
Ever some instances remained innocent in nature; a simple dish prepared at her hand, or a demanding lecture given from her plump lips to a rowdy bunch. Yet other times left a spark of imagination leading into nothing less than a seductive ideal from the right perspective; perhaps a bend at the waist, or the sway of her hips as she maneuvered her way through training field after battlefield.
Nevertheless, he watched her silently.

Endlessly and in a trance he evermore remained, always awed by her mere presence alone from a distance, nearly unnoticed by all. Though who chanced to take note, few as they were, were quick to never speak a word of what they witnessed, should he chance to be careless.

He remained nameless and thoughtless in her life, at least to his own eyes. Always he was there. Daydreaming. Imagining. Praying. Lusting. Waiting. Wishing...Oh how he wished she would notice his invisible advances.

But how could she notice, when she would turn over her shoulder from a mere feeling alone to see his absence? And how should he react, in any case? How would he go about addressing her confrontation, should she catch his eye one of the many times he aimed his gaze her way? How then should he confront his own beating heart and racing mind against her attention aimed his way?

As such he remained anonymous; a shadow of a thought even to himself. How could someone so scarred and marred by time approach such a nymph? One still so innocent to the cruelties life provided to many a wrong fellow in foul places?

It wasn't until he was caught blatantly staring across a sea of soldier to pick her face out of the crown did he realize what a predicament he had placed himself into. But really, was it even himself in his right mind who chose to seek her out?

"You're staring again," Hange commented dryly as they picked at the food placed upon their tray.

Levi scoffed, softened eyes hardening into a flat as they swept across the room to meet his companion's gaze.

"At what?" He asked in fake dismissal, though his expression always gave him away.

"At her." Hange supplied with a grin, now invested in his discomfort. He merely rolled his eyes once more, unable and unwilling to partake in their prying.

"You knowing what, or whom, I'm staring at would indicate you're staring at me. So knock it off, four-eyes." He grumbled, once more returning to his tea.

But silently, ever a small voice in the back of his mind brought forward in times such as these, couldn't help but wish she knew.
Wishing she knew how he longed to know her, in whichever setting she would allow. Whichever setting she so chose to pursue.

He would gladly follow along to any plot given to him, remain in the position she placed him in her life should she choose to allow him in at all. An acquaintance, a friend, a fling, a lover, a plaything; or perhaps something much more intense. He'd beg to be anything to her but a distant thought.

But for now...For now, he remained as he always had; watching from afar and wishing for far more than he knew his worth to be.