Erihisu - Still With You - Mafia AU
His eyes met hers, and her heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. Up close, the dazzling cerulean was even more piercing than from afar, drawing her in when he smiled politely at her.
He declined another drink, though, and Historia knew better than to linger.
His trained eyes saw her restraint and if he wasn’t concealing his own features, an eyebrow would have been raised in response. When she left, he tried to ease his excitement. It wasn’t like in the movies – moments flew by in the blink of an eye before he was able to process what to do. He tried to bring his charcoal back to the paper but his mind was in such a frenzy that all he could really focus on was the stammering in his chest. But such was in vain – his mind replayed the scene in his head over and over. Erwin’s perceptive nature was a curse. He kept focusing on the most trivial details – her body language, her expression. He knew she wanted to say something but bit back. He couldn’t help the ravenous wonder that formed. For a moment he took a quick glance at his sketchbook, a sudden burst of anxiety flourished at the mere thought that she saw what he drew – the portrait of her.
‘Ha…” He snickered, cursing himself in disbelief, trying to compose his nerves. But all was lost when he heard the commotion around him. Suddenly, all of his thoughts were thrown out and he averted his eyes in its direction. Sharpened eyes tensed on her and the two men she was attending too. He was able to read the situation in an instant from her body language and the disgusting gaze from the louder of the two males.
He shunned the sight away by trying to focus back on his drawing. He knew better than to get involved. For if anyone tried anything with him they would be a dead man – and not by his hand either. Surely, eyes were all around this place, watching out for him for boys back home. Even a plain looking gentleman was possibly a messenger bird for the crime family. Erwin did not know the faces of every single one.
He did not want to cause unnecessary bloodshed – he’s seen enough in his lifetime.
His knuckles curled as he brought his piece of charcoal back to the paper. He was drawing extremely slow, his eyes trying to dig hard into the paper even though his ears was still focusing on her situation. She carried herself well – but the vermin trash wouldn’t let up. He mouthed off obscenities at her – declaring boldly of the things he wanted to do to her.
Erwin felt a burning itch course through his body, starting at his arms, making his hands quiver. He grew uncomfortable with the sensation, feeling as though he wouldn’t be able to quell it away.
‘Don’t get involved.’ - He repeated to himself mentally.
But instinctively his eyes rose from his paper when the guy grabbed at her wrist. Holding his breath, Erwin dropped his pencil and rose from his chair – moving silently and with calm strides towards the table - without thought or resolution. Not a soul noticed his approach before he grabbed the piece of shit’s arm and pulled back with just enough force to get him off of her. He squeezed, imagining breaking his arm into two and having him groaning in pain on the floor. But the last thing he wanted to be was like his father.
So, he relaxed his fury and eased his grasp on the man who stared at in him horror. Erwin relaxed his eyebrows and tried to display a generous expression on his lips…but his lightning-like eyes said differently.
One look from them was enough to paralyze the man in his tracks.
“Something tells me the alcohol isn’t the only reason you’re behaving so distastefully towards her this evening.” His tone was deep and strong. Suddenly, the room was silent and all eyes were on them. He knew there were men in the shadows ready to jump in for him if needed.
“No…You’ve tried to take advantage of the fact that most of the patrons are already intoxicated and out of it to step up to you – isn’t that right?” Erwin unfolded the man’s thoughts and intention within minutes – further possessing the man with fear. The blond could tell he wasn’t truly drunk unlike his friend. No, the clown tried to remain sober in his endeavors. He was so easy for Erwin to read. He yanked the drunk’s arm forward, forcing him off the chair, knocking it over to the ground. He waited a few short moments before taunting,
“…You spoke so audaciously to this young woman earlier – where’s your voice now?”
He smirked a bit wider – trying harder to hide the grave expression that wanted to come out. He didn’t care that he was taking it a bit too far to make the man feel like the insect he was – he didn’t care that he took slight enjoyment out of it.
Shaming a shameless man was everything.
His friend stepped in and stuttered in his defense, “L-listen, he’s sorry, we’re sorry. We-we’ll be on our way sir.”
They both seemed to know exactly who he was.
Erwin let the man’s arm go and watched as they stumbled about towards the front door. When they left, he felt his nerves release knowing they would probably never return after running into the devil himself.
