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[★] Ruby’s nose crinkled at the question. He hated confrontation when it came to romanticism. He wasn’t very well-versed on the topic, and to make matters worse, he suffered a mild anxiety towards anyone who dare make that first move. Nevertheless, he wore a relatively relaxed front, sliding his hands into his pockets as he answered. “Who’s asking? Since when was stuff like that open for public consumption anyway?” 

"B-but if you have to know… yeah, I think so." He wasn’t entirely sure yet himself, as all the thinking and mental sorting he needed to do had been put off until he felt comfortable with approaching the subject ― which wasn’t in his foreseeable future. It’s not like they’d return the sentiment. "I’m not naming any names."

Fireflies: starry nights, and fireflies; our muses are laying in the grass, either around the pitch black midnight, or somewhere after, with lidded eyes watching the stars, and playing with fireflies.

It was the middle of the night, Levi lay restless in his bed, tossing and turning to get himself comfortable. Alas, he couldn’t find himself drifting off. Sighing to himself he manoeuvred himself out of his bed. Sliding on his boots he quietly exited his room and decided to see if a certain brunet was awake. Not bothering to knock, he walked in on a naked Eren also unable to sleep. Levi smirked at his naked boyfriend, quickly walking over to give Eren a soft kiss and a few strokes to his length. “Get changed brat” he stated simply as he waited for Eren to change. Leading him by his hand, he strolled outside of the camp, to a small hill a mere ten minutes walk away.