☙ ''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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The noise was head-splitting, rustling and chattering spilling through the open window. Erwin heard it all, his sensitive ears picking up on everything from Jean Kirstein's whining to the shuffling of the worms in the mud- the shuffling of someone just outside the door. And then him. Through all the noise, most prominent was him- his voice. Wishing for sleep he ignored the words, feigning ignorance but Levi was far too clever for that.
'Wake the fuck up, blondie.' Erwin groaned, burying his head deeper into his pillow. Why was Levi in his room anyway? Levi hadn't come to his room last night, not after...that. What had happened afterwards?
'Come on, shit-head.' Oh. That.
So, this wasn't Erwin's room. This was Levi's. With that dawning realisation burdening his shoulders, he slunk up, the movement causing his head to fracture and body to fall back down. 'Ow.'
'Yeah, that much drink is going to do that to you.' Levi sulked and as Erwin came back to reality, saw the almost violent facade on his face.
'Shit.' Erwin muttered, hiding his face from its onlooker.
'Yeah, that might be an understatement.' Levi hissed venomously, his thin lips curling like snakes, the smile that usually took over when in Erwin's presence, no matter how small, lost in time. Erwin turned, finally ready for the onslaught, and perused Levi's face. The distaste was tangible but it wasn't Levi's usual impassiveness that set Erwin on edge but the murderous glint in his grey eyes- something that had become so familiar to Erwin on the battlefield. Never towards him.
Through the splitting headache, Erwin focused on it, belittled himself as he continued to stare. His thoughts spiralled, darker and darker until the only thing he could whisper was a mere 'sorry'. But the focus was enough to distract him, not from the thoughts but the physical pain of a torturous night. It brought him hope, no matter how silly that was, and cleared the clouds in his brain.
Maybe it was because he knew what he had done wrong this time; he could fix it.
Levi eased away, taking place on the other side of the room, lighting the gas lamp on his way. Erwin winced, the light invading his vision with dances of white and black until he could see nothing at all. Shutting his eyes before blinking rapidly, he finally saw Levi's outline but the light alone was enough for him to suffer his headache again.
He focused back on Levi, blinking again and again until all he could see was his shape- the anchor to the world around him, refraining him from being stuck in a world of white. He panted, his chest hurting more than it should have at the look of spite and suddenly Erwin realised that all goodwill from last night had been a spur of the moment occurrence.
Erwin felt lost at sea, stranded, surrounded by the gushing white of the waves. Lost staring at the sun, his vision so impaired that he didn't see the grey clouds staring down at him in worry. Grey, a familiar colour. Worry, not so much. 'Ugh.' He groaned, turning again, his eyes shut but the white never fading. The grey clouds were lost and replaced with the black night sky and suddenly the ocean around him grew larger, the sea and sky joining at the invisible horizon, black meeting black, the waves replaced by still ink.
