Prompt: So whenever Levi gets cramp in his leg from breaking it, Erwin will drop everything he's doing and massage it for him :3
Levi’s leg heals quickly enough, but Erwin takes advantage of the period of convalescence nonetheless. He insists on carrying Levi around in the privacy behind closed doors, and never misses an opportunity to fetch things for Levi, cups of tea and expense reports and fresh fluffy towels that smell like the sun and wind from the outside laundry lines.
“Darling, you mustn’t strain yourself,” Erwin reminds Levi fretfully, thick fingers gently massaging Levi’s ankle, rubbing out the cramps Levi is prone to getting long after the limb has already healed. Levi sighs, sinking back into the cushions of the couch in Erwin’s office, relief spilling through his body as Erwin kneads at his calf with tender fingers. “You know that.”
“Hmm,” Levi mumbles absentmindedly, drifting off into a nap even though it’s the middle of the day and there are expense reports to fill out. Erwin has piles of them all over his office desk, waiting for his signature, but he had pushed them aside the moment Levi had winced and reached down to rub at his leg through the thick leather of his boot. Erwin had darted over in an instant, despite Levi’s grumbling, and had scooped Levi up and carried him over to the cushions.
Sunlight streams milky through the opaque windowpanes, painting Levi’s face with lovely shades of rose and gold, and Erwin rubs away the hurt with abject adoration in the face of Levi’s beauty. We don’t love beautiful things because they last forever; we love them because they don’t, and Erwin knows this only all too well.
