#orphy-convallaria

2. What’s next on your ‘to-read’ list? (Fan fiction or otherwise)

Oh, I’m genuinely awful at reading and keeping up with fic. There’s also an (embarrassing) number of “classic” Eruri fics I haven’t read. But, my current ‘to-read’ is the ongoing Gallirei multi-chapter fic, Jaws.

18. Do you have a fic reading/writing routine?

I do. I like to write in the evening or night. I close internet windows, sit on my couch or at my kitchen table, and listen to Sigur Rós. Then I re-read the last page or so of what I’m working on and continue from there. I might outline things briefly, I might not. I tend to chip away at writing a little bit at a time, and I’d rather write some each day than write all night, so writing 500-1,000 words in a sitting is my usual goal.   

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Look what a beautiful garden you’ve been growing! I’m going to pick some for you, too, Orphy.

Your wish is my command.

Slipping

They had grown comfortable together.

It was obvious: Levi would seek him out, stopping by theoffice after a long day (no matter how long). It was clear: tea appeared,steaming and dark, at the edge of Erwin’s reach, when his brows were busiestpinching creases into his forehead. It was evident: how easily they gravitatedto one another, during evenings spent on the couch, thighs edging unconsciouslycloser where they rested.

And there was always so much to read, forms to be filled.And a great deal of paperwork that needed checking or signing or sorting orfiling. And it all really should have been done yesterday.

So there were many nights like this.

Where they found themselves inching closer. Where hoursdragged and the wicks burned. Where light faded and Erwin hardly noticed. Untilhe felt a new weight. Not a mental one (that one had become a part of him), buta physical one.

The warm heaviness of Levi’s head. It had made its way intoErwin’s lap, the rest of his body curled on what remained of the couch. It wasa comfortable fit, and Erwin stared absently at the fall of dark hair poolingon his thighs. And turned back to his papers. A smile threatened the edges ofErwin’s lips as he read, encouraged by thoughts lingering on the gentleness ofLevi’s slumber despite his waking demeanor.

They relaxed; frequencies vibrating into harmonics.

Levi shifted, a quiet sleeper, but a restless one (unsurprisinggiven his upbringing). Nose pressing into the inside of Erwin’s thigh as hishead gave a nod and a grunt came from his chest. Stealing Erwin’s attention fromwork. The sudden motions spreading the burden of his weight and the heat of hissleepy breath around Erwin’s legs and hips. Spreading a tingle of excitementshivering through his thighs.

Struggling to continue reading his documents, the room grewwarm, then stifling. It became hard to concentrate on work, reading the sameline five times in as many minutes. Distracted by Levi’s tucked up legs, lightuniform pants crisscrossed with leather (had they always been soform-fitting?). Distracted by the weak sleep-grip of a hand resting on histhigh (was it possible for a frictionless touch to spark fire?). Distracted bya sharp nose burying itself in his groin amid gentle huffs of air (a punishmentor a gift?).

While Levi dozed, Erwin fought a different kind of wakefulness.Hoping his obvious excitement, the shifting terrain between his legs, wouldn’tdisturb his companion. Or maybe that it would.