#levidurant

Tristan let out a small groan, an overwhelming sense of dread consuming him. Although, most times he quite enjoyed sharing a tent with Oriana he was currently glad for the solitude. The letter he received had left him all but drowning in his thoughts, and he wasn’t entirely sure how he was meant to handle this news. Of course, there was the option that he keep it to himself, pretend he was ignorant of such a thing -- but he couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t be right. If there’s anything this war had taught him, it’s that you don’t lie to family; and family was nearly all he had left. The letter from Michaela was folded neatly under his pillow, and he was glad he’d managed to work up the nerve to ask his cousin to stop by earlier in the day.

Truth be told, if he had to do it again he wasn’t entirely sure if he could. He knew what this meant to Levi, but he wasn’t sure what it would do the man. He tried so desperately to act as if he didn’t care at all, some failed form of stoicism, but Levi cared so very much. He cared so much it hurt, and maybe that’s why he tried so hard not to. Everything had been taken away from him anyway, so why care and be hurt if it was never going to get better? If getting better wasn’t an option.

Michaela was getting married, and technically they were all invited. That was meant to be a cause for celebration, but how could she send that letter in good conscience? She knew how Levi was. They’d been together for years, and she had to know what she meant to him, didn’t she? Even if he’d stopped writing? It wasn’t wrong of her to move on, no one could fault her for that, but why would she want Levi to know about it? Invite, not only him, but his cousins to the wedding? A wedding they could never attend? Closure Levi could never receive? That was just... it was wrong.