#slaystitans

      “some people call me maurice    --    cause i speak of the pompatus of love.”

      fingers pinch the skin together, as she digs in the needle.  eyes glance from the wound against his shoulder to his face.    (  it’s like he makes himself numb.  )    eyes return to their task, as she continues her work.      “admitting you got injured doesn’t destroy your pride, levi.  dying of infection because you kept it to yourself will, though.”

      fingers twist against the twine, as she ties the stems into place.  even as the world crumbles    ;    she finds herself pulling dying flowers from their roots    --    replanting and bringing growth.      (  imagine a world without growth.  )      she spotted him sneak in, and she nearly spoke up.  instead, she watched him turn his back towards her    --    his way of sneaking around her kitchen.      (  she wonders if he’s returning or stealing something.  )      she watches from under her lashes as he tucks something into his pocket and turns towards her.  she finishes her bow and lets her eyes look up towards him.      (  he always looks so tired.  )      she opens her mouth to speak, but stop as he leans forward and presses a kiss her her cheek.  lips curl into a small smile, as she lets her hand find his.  she offers a gentle squeeze to his fingers, her eyes finding his.      “do you need something to help your sleeping ?”

      She’s just finished tying the knot on Eren’s hand when she hears Levi’s voice.    Her eyes glance up, as she lowers the younger’s arm softly towards his lap.      “Nice try, Ackerman.”      She pats gently against Eren’s knee, as she stands, offering him a soft,      “You’re good,”      before turning to face Levi.      “You think I didn’t see the gash on your arm earlier?    Jacket, off    --    I’ll make it short and sweet, I promise.”

      Forest eyes stay focus on the task at hand.    She's nearly done with this batch of ointment.    She barely offers him a glance over her shoulder, her hands moving to pick up an empty jar.      ❝    Well, someone has to help you idiots.    ❞      Her lips quirk into a small smile, as she spoons the concoction into the jar.      ❝    It it wasn't for me, there'd be a lot more infections around here.    ❞