Of Teacups and a Quill. [Levi Ackerman]

Fate's choice

You drown within each other's familiar warmth.

Genre: Reincarnation AU, fluff. 

Gowns, elegance, and champagne. Sophistication and the trace of enticing simplicity emitted from you, the silk, ivory gown hugging your body better than your skin does. It accentuated the lovely color of your skin, and made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the room. Well, you are. At least in the Lieutenant's eyes.

Eyes that reflected the universe's beauty, and lips begging to be kissed, along with every piece of diamond plaited against your neck, ears, and even your ring finger.

Damn, is she engaged? The lieutenant thought. He had his eyes all over you ever since the warm chandeliers lit up and the orchestral band started to play. The way you move, how you subtly laugh and lightly cover your mouth with your fragile-looking hands. You are an obra maestra, the star of his night.

"What is wrong with you?" Erwin mutters as he notices his comrade, subordinate, and friend constantly trying to look at a certain direction, although he tried his very best to keep unnoticed, too bad, his Major General noticed. Lieutenant Colonel Levi Ackerman is known for always being calm and collected. The man's mere presence scatters intimidation among everyone who feels him.

But tonight, he felt like he lost himself in you.

After the war had ended, dinners like this are annually arranged by the nobles, and they never bothered to spread their invitations accentuated with gold sparkles to those who weren't born with a golden spoon fed in their mouth. Levi was not fond with the dinners, especially as it seems to give importance only to the privileged and completely disregard the poor. But the army has always been invited and being one of Erwin's officers never gave him the chance to ditch.

"Ask her for a dance," He heard his friend's whisper, as everyone around their table had their own conversations and chit-chats. He clicked his tongue, finally surrendering to his feelings and heading towards your table.

The diamonds laced on your neck and the ones which are dangling below your ears are starting to irritate you. When will this end? You thought.

Historia Reiss, one of your closest friends, dragged you along and made you a third wheel. She, and her lover Ymir are indulging in each other's presence, and never in your life had you felt so out of place. The gown is not even yours, and the stilettos are killing your feet, you didn't even have to wear them because your gown is long enough, but your friend insisted.

Your thoughts stopped when a hand blocked your view of the goddamn floor. Looking up, your eyes slightly widened at the sight of a soldier, offering you his palm. His uniform making him look more professional than he already is. . . the man in front of you is just gorgeous. 

"May I?" He asks, the effect of his harsh yet soothing voice felt like someone you knew.

Gladly accepting the man's offer, your dainty fingers wrapped around his calloused hand, and they fit so perfectly. His delicate touch sends shiver down your spine, as he positioned his hand at the lower part of your back, touching your cold and exposed skin. The scent that you radiate made him feel as if heaven fell into him, and directly in his arms.

"Have we met before?" You stare into his eyes, admiring the grey that was too tantalizing for you. He has a pointy nose, thin lips, sharp jaw, and the undercut that seemed to make your knees a little bit weaker.

"I don't think so," He replies, slowly leading the dance and swaying you slowly, "But you look like someone I knew. . . but never met." He clears his throat, looking away because one more second of staring into your eyes will daze his mind, like a mirror being filled with clouds of steam. You'll eradicate every thought and composure that had stayed within him all through the night and make him stupefied.

The music indulged the both of you, while your waltzing figures are underneath the sophisticated chandelier of glass and diamonds. Swaying along the ballade of perfectly harmonized melodies.

I am under your spell, the both of you thought while giving into the comfort the dwells within your core the moment your skins have touched.

"Are you sure that you don't know me?" You gave him a subtle smile, a lovely one that almost made his heart stop.

Erwin and Mike, Levi's comrades are perplexed upon seeing their friend dance with a person every so perfectly. It was perfect. And they both ponder whether the two of you had already met before, and might as well consider that you are the Lieutenant's secret lover. He held you like a fragile glass, and the way your eyes sparkle as if you are making love. . . you are two lost souls who had longed for each other a long time ago.

Fireflies flew over your head, and birds hummed along the crestfallen voice of the wind when you witnessed how the corner of his lips rose.

"Do you want me to know you?"

Tonight was lucid, just enough for the both of you to remember, but surely not to memorize. Every celestial body sighed as you took a step closer, obliterating the gap that had your body aching for more of his warmth. And you swear, you fell in between the spiral of reality and dreams.

You bit your lip, trying not to grin too widely, "Of course."

Perhaps, the both of you were always bound to dance at this very moment. You are destined to hold each other's hand and feel the embraced that you had longed for, to piece each other's conundrums of fragments from the smithereens of space.

"Good," He said, inching a bit more, placing his lip next to your ear as his slightly raspy voice provided euphoria into your ears, "Because I do, too."

Maybe when Boreas had blown the mightiest wind, it sang upon the skies full of celestial bodies and hues of the darkest blue. Clashing against the trees, and sweeping two lost stars who had wandered for thousands of years alone, only to find their way back into each other's light.

It's been a long, long time.