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Well that was obvious. 

He wasn’t going to be able to join the front line of the fight any time soon, and the thunder spears were obviously not going to be in his kit of weaponry for the rest of his life. Even if before she had told him time and time again that thunder spears were not a toy, that they should be used carefully, he did feel like he had the situation under control, he had never expected Zeke to kill himself off like that. 

The guilty weighted heavy on him, she saved him again, after something he stupidly did. How could he even apologize properly for what happen. “Yeah. I ain’t got enough fingers to fucking do one of these things again, ya shouldn’t worry.” 

He couldn’t even apologize properly, what an idiot. 

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Send “Whoops” to my ask box, and my muse will accidentally send your muse a text that wasn’t meant for them.

some pretty asks✨

joy; best feeling you’ve ever experienced? 

“There are two that are equally important to me. The first one would have to be, of course, the first time I went outside the walls. And the second one would be when Mike said my name the very first time.”

valentine; best gift you’ve ever received?

It was preferable if she didn’t talk while he was carefully cleaning up the caked blood from her face. Her true color showing off the more the rag scratched at the surface of her skin gently. They were both so caked in dirt and blood, that he didn’t even know where to begin. His arm was heavier than usual as he pushed the rag out of the tinted water up to her face, her shoulders, and carefully around her eye. 

The question echoed in the bathroom, he heard her loud and clear. Sure, there was blood, there was some sort of a scar and  it was swollen, he couldn’t quite see how the eye itself was, he knew it was there, but he was no expert on the matter to know how it was or if she was going to be able to use it anytime soon. 

Her frail body was reflected on the water, and he payed special attention to each scar in it. She always managed to nearly kill herself. To always mangle her body, to break bones and lose more gallons of blood. Leaving the sponge drifting in the water, he reached for her face, only now stained subtly, his fingers trailing against her, watching her eye. 

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He’d been lost, without a horse or anyone. The only things he had was a bleeding gap on his abdomen, and a treasure wrapped in a cloth. He didn’t know what it was anymore, he didn’t know where he came from or where he was going, he knew he had to protect that treasure, and he knew there was someone behind him. 

Finally and after a long run through the forest, he found a covenant. There was a nun, tending to the garden outside, he watched her, crippling and bleeding all over the floor, he tried to make his way in, trying to hide away from her. But the bleeding was destined to give him away, his weak senses and the feeling of faint, was gonna make him give in. It wasn’t too long until she found him, and he claimed for sanctuary. 

Not long after he was tended to, he was in a bed in a small room. It was a stone cold room, with a simple bed and a closet, over his bed, a painting of what he assumed was their God. The girl was there, next to him again, smiling at him, curiously tending to him. He didn’t mind. His name, he knew that at least.

“Levi... just Levi.”  

He started to glance around himself, searching for what he had with him. The treasure, he was supposed to save it, to keep it. He knew that much. Question after question, it just annoyed him more. He thought nuns were supposed to be quiet and calm.