#warriorinarmor

///I was wondering that too…..

Reiner sighed, “There was…” He stood there trying to remember why did he come to Erwin’s office.

"….Permission to speak freely sir…"

shi you know we need to rp together with your levi sometimes :<

amg COME AT ME RURUUUU *holds arms wide*

warriorinarmor replied to your post “AHHH YEAHHH TIME TO REPLY—-Levi muse pls don’t be a jerk I need to do...”

///I know how you feel...all my other muses besides Bertl are a butt

"….You’re going to get off that box then, sir?"

"N-no.. I d-don’t want you to see me like this-.."

Bertholdt hid in the shadow of one of ‘the big ass tree’s’, clutching his arm and panting heavily. He couldn’t allow Reiner, his friend, his partner, his comrade see him in such a state. It would worry him too much, and he wouldn’t bare to see his face. 

How did it get this bad?

Leaning his back against the base of the tree, Bertholdt’s breathing was becoming more harsh and irregular. Everything hurt, everything. Blood trickled down his arm and dripped off his fingertips. He had bruises covering his body, cuts everywhere, and probably some head trauma. 

This wasn’t right.

Bertholdt, wasn’t healing.

There was no steam, no healing process.

Nothing.

He could see him, Reiner, staring into the dark, trying to see what it was that was hidden. By the looks of it, he was serious. It wasn’t that rare of a sight, but he seemed dead serious on Bertholdt’s situation.

Slowly, and painfully, Bertholdt pushed himself off of his support. Stumbling, he just barely caught himself. He couldn’t make him worry, but even by trying not to, he was. There was no getting out of this one. Reiner needed to see.

Finally, Bertholdt limped rather weakly into the blonde’s view, flinching even at the light baring down at him. He looked horrible, even worse then he’d like to imagine. Bertholdt couldn’t see himself, of course. But he knew it was bad. Lifting his head gently, he looked over at Reiner and smiled slightly.