requiem.

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He’s standing in front of the bathroom sink with his toothbrush in his mouth, eyes barely giving his reflection a fleeting glance.

Mentally, he’s going over his tasks for the day. The cleaning he needs to do, tea orders he needs to make to keep the popular blends in stock for the next week, that light in the display case needs changed.

He’s so absorbed going over his checklist that he doesn’t immediately clock your stare.

You’re standing next to him, toweling off your face after washing it in the sink. Your normal morning routine. Nothing out of the ordinary until he notices you’ve stopped. His gaze finds you in the mirror, your inverted expression full of surprise and a little bit of amusement.

After a full three seconds, he finally spits into the sink.

“What the hell are you looking at?”

Your smile grows, but you spring back into action like his voice has broken some sort of spell.

“You have a grey hair.”

“What?” His brow furrows immediately, and suddenly he’s meeting his own reflection in the mirror, much more interested than before. He turns from left to right. “Where?”

Two fingers reach and pull up one offending strand from the rest and sure enough, it’s grey.

You giggle at the scowl that forms on his face. “Should I pluck it out?”

He smacks your hand away. “No, go away.”

“It’s kind of sexy,” you say in a thoughtful tone. “You know, for an old man.”

notes,, i will never get over this man.

as levi entered the room, the aged wooden door emitted a haunting creak, letting in a gentle air flow. the flickering half-melted candle casted a dim glow, its wavering light painting shadows on the walls. piece of fabric adorned your form. in the limited space of the small chamber, every essential of levi's existence found its place. including you. he took off the garments on his body, exhaling a sigh of relief.

taking quiet steps towards the bed his gaze remained tethered to yours. settling upon its edge, he leaned in gently, tender kisses caressing your forehead. each soft touch informing his arrival. as your eyes stirred with gradual awareness, the back of your hand took on the duty of rubbing them.

"back?” you murmured, your tone in a hush."what time is it?" the softness of your words relaxed his tense body. he found comfort in your presence.

"few hours into the new day, sorry for waking you up" you tenderly shook your head, a silent assurance that it was okay. his form shifted until it found a comfort position beside you, eyelids surrendering to the bed's warmth. as you moved closer, one hand delicately enveloped his slender waist. "missed you." your ears focused on rhythmic melody of levi's breath. arm moved in synchrony with the rise and fall of his chest. "hmm, missed you too" he breathed out. in that intimate bubble, constellation of affection enveloped both of you, bodies feeling at ease. his hand slid down intertwining fingers in a connection. a tender kiss alighted upon your cheek, the last action levi's tired body could do. however it was enough for you. drawing you closer in a snug embrace, your eyes surrendered to the serenity of the moment.

he dared not to ask for more, how could he? his mind and body found completeness in rare moments like this. sure he would try and act formal in front of others, bu he cared. he knews he cared, you knew he cared and so did the others.

a 30-something chrollo

Me:

The words slipped your lips as if it were the most honest, natural thing to say. It was.

Levi blinked. The air had been swept from right under him, ground shifting beneath his feet. For him, this very well might have been a second rumbling. His sharp gaze faltered with a mix of surprise and disbelief—mostly disbelief.

There was a brief pause in which Levi's lips parted, perhaps ready to refute your words, but before he could respond, you reached out, firmly placing a hand on his chest. And before the depths of his self doubt could claw at him any more, your arms had now enveloped him in a surge of warmth that cascaded throughout his entire body. You held him so close, it was as if your hearts connected in a rhythm that echoed in the quiet space and harmonized with the subtle shifts in your breathing.

It was so natural. Though it felt so foreign even to you, even if your hearts beat in a syncopated rhythm that mirrored your hesitancies and vulnerabilities, it was just so natural.

Every time you go shopping with him and he sees a unique teacup set? Buy. straight away, it’s going in the shopping cart. Once he even came home with two sets of porcelain teacups, both with the same intricate, china blue floral design carved into the sides of the delicate pieces.

“levi, why’d you get two of the same thing?”

“they aren’t the same. This one is celadon,” he lifts the box with the set that had a slightly greenish tint. “and this one is soft paste porcelain.”

“alright mr teacup expert. The cupboard’s running outa space though,”

“then we’ll get a new one. Now help me out here, should I use the cream coloured one or the maroon one?”

He just got off his shift and couldn't wait to indulge himself in you, his lips kissing down your stomach to the hem of your panties. Just as he was about to take them off, there was a knock on his door. He chooses to ignore it but the knocks don't stop, annoying both of you. "For fucks sake....what!?"

"Erwin needs us in his office! He says it's urgent!" Hange yelled at the other side of the door. Levi sighs and gets off of you, he dresses up again and you almost laugh at his angry face. "Hey now, I'll wait for you." You tell him but that doesn't help. "You think my dick can wait?" He glares at you before joining Hange outside.

The words slipped your lips as if it were the most honest, natural thing to say. It was.

Levi blinked. The air had been swept from right under him, ground shifting beneath his feet. For him, this very well might have been a second rumbling. His sharp gaze faltered with a mix of surprise and disbelief—mostly disbelief.

There was a brief pause in which Levi's lips parted, perhaps ready to refute your words, but before he could respond, you reached out, firmly placing a hand on his chest. And before the depths of his self doubt could claw at him any more, your arms had now enveloped him in a surge of warmth that cascaded throughout his entire body. You held him so close, it was as if your hearts connected in a rhythm that echoed in the quiet space and harmonized with the subtle shifts in your breathing.

It was so natural. Though it felt so foreign even to you, even if your hearts beat in a syncopated rhythm that mirrored your hesitancies and vulnerabilities, it was just so natural.