☙ ''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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That night Erwin was plagued with dreams of blood. His nights were commonly filled with terrors but this night was something entirely new to him. Blood ran freely from his glassy eyes and his lips burned as the tears seeped through the thin barriers of his chapped, bleeding lips. He watched soldiers die, over and over but it failed to scare him anymore, it was just a reality. But, in the middle, were two men. No, boys. Back to back, their scar-torn faces painted red and their blades dug into the mud-stained ground. Their horses had fled and they were left alone in the wilderness of the Titans.
Neither of them looked afraid.
Bold and voracious, they stared up their attacks with nonchalance, a smugness to their smile, and they were eaten by greasy fingers and spit-filled grins. A flash of black and grey and a dash of green and brown, mangled together in a bone-smashing crunch.
Erwin knew he screamed. He never screamed.
He was awoken by a palm on his shoulder, the white room- four walls, a ceiling and a floor, all pristine white- unfamiliar and harsh. The effulgence burned through his thin eyelids as he blinked to regain formality. He tried to sit up but he was stuck, only his chest heaving as the fear of last nights dream came to reality.
'You're okay.' A voice whispered, bordering on bored, a cold palm freezing Erwin's immobile cheek.
'Levi?' He croaked, his blurry eyes cracking open to see the shadow of dark, this time free of any red but still enough for his heart to pound rapidly like the clock on the wall. Time ticked fast, the regular clicks palpitating at least three times the speed. Yet, Erwin felt languid. As movement returned to his body, he wriggled his fingers and then his toes before slowly heaving himself off the mattress, at a speed at least three times slower than usual. 'What happened?'
'Don't worry about it, Erwin. You'll understand soon.' He nodded blearily and pushed himself up against the headboard, the thick wood reverberating the thud of his heavy frame.
'Try not to move too much, it's best if you stay still.'
'Why-' He gasped as a sharp pain shot through his torso and through to his right arm, all the way to the tip of the fingers. Like poison in his veins, it raged until his nerves on fire, his muscles contracting violently until he felt the blood pound to the beat of his heart.
'That's why. Now, rest, it's for the best.' Erwin nodded hazily and drifted off, only to wake what felt like a second later and no better rested for it.
'You awake?' Levi asked, perched on a stool by his bed, flipping through a book with glasses perched on the end of his nose. Erwin nodded, staring at Levi with curious scrutiny. 'You don't usually wear glasses.'
'But you want me to.' He got no further explanation as Levi jumped from his chair and onto the beautifully perfected white tiles and only now did Erwin take in his outfit. 'What are you wearing?'
