Erwin wears his weaknesses as a rusted ancient armour on his body. It hugs his chest and waist, crawls up his calves and curls around his shins and feet. The armour is shielding his neck and head from attacks, and only his face shows some emotions that nobody can pinpoint exactly.
Levi’s finger are sharp and thin into to bore into the gaps between his fireproof silver and push stinging pain into his body. Until this day, Levi has only ever slipped his hands through the cracks gently and pressed them into warm skin, and breathed in, and let their hearts beat as one for a small eternity.
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Eruri. Tarantism. ;333
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{ Tarantism – The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing. }
sfw.
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The candle’s flame shuddered as Erwin moved past it. His feet swirled and whirled on the ground, spun around himself. Levi’s warm scent held him safe, the soft fabric of his jacket crinkling in Erwin’s fingers. The wooden floor creaked oh so quietly, music from the stereo engulfing them in twinkling notes of a piano tune. The tunes flew and purred, bass of the darker ones vibrating through Erwin’s fingers. He hummed the melody for a few seconds while Levi’s head rested into his shoulder.
“I miss you so much, my love.”
Erwin didn’t hold the tears back. He let them be, pearl down his cheeks silently. The mirror opposite of his bed reflected his wrinkled face, the laughter still caught around his old eyes. They were still blue, Levi would love them with kisses to his temples and a hand clenching over Erwin’s heart. He’d whisper, never scream, and it would smell like mint and black tea again.
Erwin’s feet stopped. He stood in his bedroom, Levi’s shirt pressed to his chest. The air was empty, and the picture of silver eyes and a pale face on his nightstand smiled when Erwin broke down, crumbled on the floor with a ragged sob. The piano’s music died away softly, a last high note echoing in the dirty bedroom. The floor was dusty, piles of clothes pressed into corners. Erwin’s feet had left the first steps in weeks.
His tears smeared the dirt on his face, fell down on the last thing Levi had worn, his white pristine shirt. Erwin fell to the ground, curled into himself and the music made way for an overwhelming silence, once and for all.
“Levi. Levi. My love, why won’t you come back to me…” The shirt caught tears, tiny whimpers at first; and then, at last, the dark sob of a broken man.
Maybe, In A Thousand Years. || sfw
The grey stench of extinct cigarettes is the only dirtiness he allows. Levi wakes up for himself in the morning, not for someone else, and blinks the sun away with mildly hollow eyes when he turns his back to the windows. Thirty steps to the bathroom, shower on, washing himself for an exact amount of five minutes. There can never be enough water. Bar soap is unhygienic, he uses a medical dispenser with white letters on it. The words promise purification. It works for him exactly 90 percent of the time. By noon, he will drown his arms in a sink full of water again, to cover the raw skin in a coat of crystal oblivion.
Levi leaves the house with a jacket neatly closed over his chest. He walks the middle of the pavement, it is his regiment over the chaos roaring in a mind that’s never been his own.
The world isn’t his. Death comes too slowly here, tenaciously sticking to the past and glueing him to an existence he’s never asked for. It’s the famous fucking puzzle where a piece is missing. Levi’s edges are tattered and bitten.
He bumps into someone. Levi looks up and chokes on lukewarm autumn air, he’s always hated breathing so calmly. The man is tall and looms, towers with a wariness lingering between his motions and his hair is too fucking bright, and Levi drowns willingly in his roaring wide-eyed glance. Levi’s fingers slip from his pockets, his mind hits surface with a high-pitched ringing.
Erwin stares. They don’t exchange names, they just know them like an old, long-forgotten lullaby. Levi touches his shoulder, the right one, where an arm feels too thin and flesh gnawed away under the trenchcoat’s wet fabric. Erwin’s hand finds his cheek and brushes up his jaw, finds a calm nest to lie in behind his ear. The old scars they carry burn for the first time in years.
“’s been too long.” Levi licks the salt off his lips, and seconds and centuries later Erwin kisses him. Levi wraps himself around Erwin, dives under his coat and lets him take all the cigarette smoke and strange world away.
“Sure took your time,” Levi whispers. Erwin chuckles somewhere between their mouths claiming each other and his arms pulling Levi away from the street, breath mingling in a symphony of pants and Levi sighing with melting eyes. “I’m sorry,” Erwin says, his voice cracks. Levi believes him.
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