☙ ''Do you have no regard for human life?''
''In this position, I can't.''
The world is crumbling and with it, is their relationship. War is coming and with it comes another tale of lost love- and found. ☙
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Erwin didn't have any awareness of where he was going. He tilted left and right and both at the same time until he was barely aware of his feet moving across the cold, stone floor. The door was familiar, he knew as much, and he was sure it was his own. At least, his inebriated mind told him that. All the doors looked the same would be the observation of any other Survey Corps member. There was no defining quality about any of them. So Erwin was correct when assuming that the door was, in fact, that same as his. But the room, most definitely, was not.
He didn't stop when he entered, noticing the furniture was ordered differently to usual. Shutting the door behind him with a slam, he fell onto the bed- which was now on the left side rather than the right. He didn't have the energy to think who could have rearranged it until a thought struck him.
Who was it that had the room next to him, exactly the same but the furniture arranged in the opposite way? Whose room was it that he had spent so many nights in, enough for it to feel as familiar as his own? Levi.
Suddenly trembling, Erwin opened the wardrobe to reveal what was inside. Small clothes, smaller than anything that could ever fit on him. Levi's clothes. He swore under his breath, taking a few steps to the door before stopping.
Maybe he should stay. Of course, that was illogical but what state of mind was he in to think that? Yes, he agreed, he would stay. Perching himself on the bed, he waited, not even conscious enough to be curious as to where Levi was.
Twenty minutes later, the voice still echoing with Erwin's slightly humming- he had to do something to pass the time- the door finally opened. 'Levi!' Erwin smiled, grinning enough to show his teeth. He really has lost control, hadn't he? But he didn't care. Levi would take care of him. Levi was the one he could trust. The one he could trust when he had no one else to turn to.
'Erwin?' Levi's eyes closed as if to prove that this was real. Blinking, he looked back at Erwin, who was still humming quietly from his bed. Levi would have laughed if the situation had been different: a fully grown, six-foot man humming on his bed was not a sight he could say he saw often. Turning around, he threw his head back around the door, muttering to someone on the other side.
'Levi!' Erwin complained, his suspicions raising as Levi continued to talk to the mystery guest behind the door. If he had been in control of his own body, he would have stood up to see who it was. For the moment, he barely trusted himself to move his legs nevermind stand on them. They had grown numb of the minutes of mind-numbing torture that his drunk-muddled brain refused to think of.
'Erwin, I need you to go.' Levi said, his face set resolutely- his eyebrows pinched together and his mouth set in a cold, stone line. It was like deja vu. Erwin remembered the days when Levi looked at him like that. Like he wasn't even willing to look him in the eye. From a time when Levi hated him. But, surely, Levi didn't hate him? You couldn't fall from love to hate, was that not impossible? It was too far a fall, it would damage you. Unless Levi was damaged. And then- and then it was all Erwin's fault.
