continued ask || Eren ( @centuricnis ) & Levi
eren hadn't really come over to talk. afterall, the last thing he associated levi with was long drawn conversations. still, his presence was a comfort to him and the brunet found himself gravitating to wherever his captain was when he needed a moment to just gather himself. sometimes eren had wished they'd never found what his father had hidden in that cellar. it seemed to make everything so much more complicated in his mind. what was the point of it all?
he grimaced and sighed softly in defeat. just trying to figure it all out made his head hurt. instead, teal eyes flicker over to the shorter man, taking in his familiar frame with the almost ever present furrow in his brows. sometimes he wants to just reach up to smooth it out and his fingers twitch with the sudden compulsion to. he curls them into a fist to avoid doing something idiotic.
"that's okay... we don't have to talk," he finally replies after what's probably been a minute of silence. "i came over here for the quiet, anyway."
Unusually bright was the starry night sky. One could not directly stare at the moon for long, as if meaning to challenge the sun. On nights like this, he was reminded of them. On the spot Eren had taken seat, used to be Isabel. She'd laugh and excitedly swing her legs, her desire for life radiating even long after she was gone, even to this day, where she kept on living in his memories. On nights like this, his silence carried an air of melancholy that kept most at distance. But not him, as if intending to defy any and all boundaries he had set, and most hadn’t yet dared to cross.
He wouldn’t submit to orders, wouldn’t back away in the face of danger. He didn’t know when to retreat, charging into a battle he was certain to lose. And yet, for once Levi didn’t wish to fight back. For once, he didn’t mind losing to a persistent brat who hadn’t heard of personal space before, and indiscreetly kept staring as if he could see right through him. As if he claimed to understand, to accept, the parts Levi kept for himself, for long nights where he could look at the stars and recall the dreams he once had, dreams that had long died with the last of his family.
❝ You should get some sleep. ❞ To anyone else, it’d seem like he wanted him to leave. He didn’t. ❝ It's late. ❞