♋ What drew you to this muse?

His overall personality, I suppose. When I made this blog I had only seen the anime— and only what was available of it. It was still airing so I think only up to episode 18 or so had been released? So I didn’t have a whole lot to go off of but even with what little I’d seen of him, something about his attitude really caught my attention.

☤ What do you have in common with your muse?

We’re both fairly introverted and quiet. We enjoy the company of those we’re close to but we also value our alone time, and having to socialize for long periods of time is exhausting. We’re also (and this is just my interpretation of him) on the quieter side, in the sense that neither of us are overly chatty. We speak up when we have something to say but are otherwise more likely to be seen sitting back and listening.

☑ What are the biggest differences between you and your muse?

Levi’s a lot more… aggressive, and driven. He has a lot more motivation, more goals, he’s more hardworking and does what he needs to do without complaint. I have a bad habit of procrastinating and “well maybe tomorrow” unless it’s something I absolutely need to get done.

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[text:] Gorgeous

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It had been sometime now, since he met Petra, a very decent human, who never, ever judged him for anything. Sweet and charming, she was a rather nice company, and sometimes he would prefer to let her know who he truly was. But he didn't. 

X : my muse doesn’t remember anything from the night before. They have blood on their hands, and your muse is beaten at their feet.

×✖× → No, no, he couldn’t have. No matter what manner of demon had overtaken him, Erwin could not have done such a thing to one of his elite. Wracking his brain for answers that did not exist took its toll on the drowsy man. A usually sharp mind was laden down with a fog he had yet to shake. Forcing his eyes to shut away from the scene laid out in front of him, Erwin breathed slowly, deliberately, until all uncertainty had been taken from his previously shaky inhales. 

      Although the details and chain of events were hazy, the blond knew that conclusions could not be jumped to. His pale hands were stained red — yes.  Petra, who seemed out of sorts was on the floor in a crumpled heap — yes. However, this did by no means mean that he had been the one to harm her. Erwin rubbed his damp crimson hands on the fabric that hung from his hips as he crouched to the woman.