#mxnyhexrts

               there’s a tension to his shoulders that he hasn’t borne in this lifetime.   to put it simply,  levi looks like  shit  where he sits at the bar,  nursing his fourth glass of bourbon.   he doesn’t know what he’s doing anymore,  but he knows that it  hurts.   everything hurts.   his arms,  his throat,  his chest,  his  heart.   he hadn’t had a screaming match like that in  years,  but it hadn’t been for something as petty as his arguments with kenny had been.

1. Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin

2. Daria

3. Courage the Cowardly Dog

4. BoJack Horseman

erwin held up a hand, ceasing her apologies should they turn into an endless tirade. his entire position consisted of being bothered; a soldier handing him sheets of paper that could be crucial was the least of his worries. he took the papers with a small smile and began flicking through the thin sheets. hange had a knack for sending random recruits to his office with documents that she was too busy to deliver herself. erwin had long gotten used to it. the reports were delivered either way and it gave him a chance to catalogue new names and faces. despite that, he could have guessed that they were from hange without having been told.

they made absolutely no sense. nonsensical scribbles, doodles and complicated mathematics lined the edges of the report and the commander found his mind slowly sputtering. 

There’s a smile on Krista’s face as she replies, and she lets her own gaze wonder over to the rainbow to admire it. A good sign for the future, huh? She’d like to believe so, too. With all of the horrors and sorrows in this world, finding small beauties like this in the world isn’t something to be taking lightly. It’s important to hold onto hope - so Krista doesn’t look down on Amelia at all for her seemingly naive statement.

Yes… she, too, prays that this is a sign. That there’s some kind of a happy ending for them, somehow... for all of the soldiers who have been fighting so hard and with no reward for so long. And of course, for the people they’re fighting to protect, too.

“I hope so as well.” she says. “It really makes you feel better just looking at it, doesn’t it?”

               he needs to track down more of them.   && hange always seems to have an idea of where to look.

               so far they’ve located moblit,  who knows mike  && nanaba,  who tip them off about a few others who may frequent a local bar.

               yet no one has seen erwin.   no one knows where he is ... or if he’s even alive.

               they go to the bar,  but levi’s mood is completely soured.   no one will be there,  he’s sure of it.   hange pats his  back  && tells him  not  to  give  up,  but his quick glare sends them laughing off into the throng of people who seem to be inside  dancing.

               too frustrated to go inside just yet,  levi stands out front  && smokes a cigarette.   his guts are churning at the prospect of further verification that all of his horrid thoughts are  memories.   that everyone he’s seen when he closes his eyes has somehow  died  a  horrible  death  during that life.   he can’t remember many by name,  but there are a few.   a few faces that he could place if he would ever be lucky enough to see them ...

               ... like the one that he sees across the bar when he glances up from his phone.

               the lit cigarette falls from ashen lips that part around a gasp.

               before he knows what he’s doing,  he’s striding into the bar  && catching her in a firm embrace.   this  isn’t  like  him.   he is decidedly  NOT  a physically affectionate person.   yet in the moment it feels distinctly like it’s the right thing to do.

               the beat from  the music  is loud,  thumping in time with his steady heartbeat as he feels her move in to hug him in return.   they don’t exchange words as they part,  even though he knows that she wants to say something to him.   instead they begin to move,  levi circling her in a protective manner as the music filters back into his consciousness.   && hers,  from the looks of things,  because she begins to dance.

               && levi dances with her.

               he stays close,  only spinning her away from him to watch the way her hair frames her face  && her eyes begin to sparkle with unshed tears when she realizes that  yes,   it  is  him.   he  is  alive.   he  is  here.   he draws her close again,  exhaling shakily against the side of her cheek as they move in tandem with one another.   it isn’t  sexual.   it isn’t  exotic.   levi feels connected to her in a way that he can’t explain,  almost in a way that rivals his deep connection with a man who may or may not have made it to this life.

               but he found her.   && for the time being,  as they dance together until the music dies down  && cheers erupt from the other attendees,  that is enough to bring warmth to levi’s cold heart.

       “  ... your charm kept me safe until the very end.  ”

mxnyhexrts said:   ‘  is  there  anything  else  you  want  to  say  to  me?  ’

╰ — ⋆  MEME.  ⋆ — ╮

        “  ... should there be?   i said  HI  already,  didn’t i?  ”

               yet  another  has stumbled upon their husk of a home.     levi does his best to keep it  clean,  despite barely having the energy to move objects for more than a few hours a day.     he watches as she fumbles her way around in the dark,  clearly blown in by the storm outside.

           “ light switch is ten paces forward  && two to your right, ”     he calls softly.     his voice is  ethereal;   it’s even,  smooth,  but also just  hollow  enough that it has a faint echo within itself.      && no matter what he does,  he always sounds somewhat  sad.     almost ... mournful.     ALMOST.     were he not  LEVI  ACKERMAN,  it would be like that  through  &&  through.