#desolxte

[gone-knightinsourarmor]

closed started with @desolxte || Levi & Kuchel

Kuchel Ackerman died many years ago, her rotting corpse found by her estranged brother and buried. None would ever search for a deceased whore. None could have ever imagined, on the verge of death, when her sickness had her paralyzed, prisoner to a withering body, slowly but steadily losing strength, and her sanity, she would have found the power to stand back on her feet. That losing her son, the last remaining light of her life ended in the hands of animals who didn't understand the first thing about his tender heart, would bring her back to the world of living, instead of being the finishing blow to a woman who had long lost any will to live.

She was alive, but was her heart still beating ? Any air filling up her lungs? Was her body still warm to touch, or as cold as her eyes? An empty vessel she had become, void of any human emotions, vessel of one single HOPE. The hope of seeing her son again. To think, even in the rotten soul of hers, hope could survive. Maybe, if she could still have a part of her human — her who desperately denied her humanity — maybe it was still possible to find Levi. Even when years had passed, even if he didn't any longer remember her, even if there were no clues if he was even alive— he was her blood after all, and tragedy seemed to be part of their nature.

She has found a note in the apartment she lived in those days, with an address and an hour written on it. A date? There was no mistaking it, the sloppy handwriting was Kenny’s. She could have him waiting, for the nerve he had to think he could decide when and where they'd meet. Yet, when had she managed to escape the shackles they were bound with? It was more than just blood, or family ties. No matter how many times she tried to stay away from him, she'd always find him before her, him unchanged, while she'd be even more broken, even less of a person, than she was last time their paths had crossed. She held respect for him, after years of resenting him. For his ability to survive, and pretend to care even if having long lost his heart as well.

She expected no less from him. An empty pub, a dark place where very few would dare to set foot if they were on their own. She had arrived first— no surprise, to have her waiting. There was no bartender, no waiter, nobody in sight, when she took seat in front of the counter, standing out in her white dress. She used to like those dresses, when she was younger. Now, she'd wear them on more rare occasions, when she wanted to make a point— dress like a virgin, as if she hadn't sold both her body and soul.

She heard a voice coming from behind her back. Little she cared for what they said. Probably to complain the store was still closed. If so, why had she found the door open and unlocked? ❝ I'm waiting for someb- ❞

[ausdauer]

@desolxte || x

Finally she had managed to wear Levi down, having him agree to taking her out on his latest heist. She was getting itchy in the house, there was only so many times she can mop the floor, and Levi was easier to break with her puppy eyes than Farlan. She grinned, skipping along, but following orders perfectly. Staying in the shadows, only moving when Levi told her. It wouldn't be her fault this went sour. He would never agree to letting her tag along again. But if it went well...

"Tch" she clicked her tongue, a habit learned from Levi, "He'll cheer up when he sees the prize" Isabel muttered back, a sly smirk on her lips as she followed Levi back into the shadows of the underground. Not before she gave the unsuspecting mob the middle finger. It took everything in her not to yell at them before darting away, and she might have done if it didn't mean she wouldn't be allowed to join him again. Isabel was set on proving herself. To showing Levi and Farlan that she was helpful, that they could count on her.

Isabel watched where Levi was headed, a hand going to his wrist before shaking her head, "I got a short cut they aint gonna know 'bout" she spoke, "D'ya trust me?". Isabel knew these parts well, maybe better than Farlan. She had spent too long wondering around them, following the stray cats around, seeing their trails and learning the connections others wouldn't know.

[soldiersscream]

[ URGE ]  for the taller muse to tilt the shorter one’s chin up so they can look at their face. 

@desolxte || Tol and smol

Erwin stretched an arm across the bed, hoping to find a Levi beside him to hold for a little while longer before they day started. His fingers found the sheets, still warm, but empty. He opened his eyes, finding Levi stood by the window, the soft morning light on his features. Erwin climbed out of the bed, silently walking across to him, reaching out with steady, deliberate hands.

With a tenderness rarely seen, Erwin's fingers lightly grasped Levi's chin. The touch was both firm and gentle, a silent request rather than a command. "Levi," Erwin's voice was a low murmur, filled with a warmth that contradicted his usually commanding presence. "Look at me."

Erwin tilted Levi's chin upward, his thumb brushing against Levi's skin. The slight tilt allowed Erwin to fully see Levi's face, illuminated by the morning light. For a heartbeat, the world outside seemed to fade, leaving only the quiet connection between them.

Erwin's eyes searched Levi's, finding depth and resilience, but also traces of weariness and unspoken emotion. It was a silent conversation, conveyed through the subtle shifts in their expressions.

"What's going on in your head?" he questioned, curious on what had him awake so early.

[thecommanderzoe]

@desolxte x

Hanji laughed, unphased by the theft, taking another for herself, a hum of pride at his confusion. "You know, Erwin's game," she said with a mischievous glint in her eye, lifting her legs up to rest on his thigh. "He loves the attention, the little dance of politics and charm. And you," she threw a grape to his mouth, "could give him a taste of his own medicine. Make him see how it feels when someone's flirting with you."

[astutior]

"you look like you've got something to say."

@desolxte

Commander.

A title that comes with the weight of the world. With each passing moment, it presses down on him and threatens to break him into a million, jagged pieces, like shattered porcelain. Crush those pieces into dust. If it were up to him, he might be better off as dust. Tiny particles in the wind don't have such heavy responsibilities, or hold the lives of everyone they've come to care for and then some in the palm of their hands.

If only he could be so lucky.

Instead he's here giving orders, not knowing what will happen as a result of the calls he's made, with those nine letters looming over him like vultures, casting shadows in his vision. He can't imagine Erwin ever felt like this. He always seemed so mighty. Untouchable, even. Surely a simple thing like a title never caused him so much anxiety.

But Armin is nothing like Erwin, nor will he ever be. Even Hange had said as much that day in Shiganshina. He wonders what made her decide to pass the title on to him in the first place. Had he done something to change her mind? He'll never know for sure.

A voice interrupts his downward spiral.

"Hm?" Levi's gaze pierces through him, still intimidating even though the man is no longer his commanding officer. There's no escaping now. Somehow, Levi always knows. "Sorry, I'm just not used to hearing the title..."

Especially when it comes from you.

[cfsteel-blog]

“i don’t see why you hate him.” levi said, entering the small burger house where they were meeting eren.

@desolxte

[the-bark-is-worse]

DARK CRAVINGS

Send “Dark Cravings” For My Muse’s reaction to Your’s Dragging them into a Dark Room, pinning them against a wall, and kissing them along their Neck.. || @desolxte

She thinks perhaps she is dreaming. 

After all, she would be lying to herself if such a dream has never invaded her mind. 

She isn’t sure what exactly lead up to this; they had been arguing, yelling, one of the very few and far between fights they ever did have with one another through the course of their friendship. 

It was heated, and she swore she could feel the flames of the fire within his eyes as stood before her, their proximity spaced merely inches. 

But he takes pause, she notes, and before he can continue or she can open her own mouth to tell him he’s wrong, he’s taken hold of her, forcefully pushing her back and pinning her against the wall.

Her eyes are wide, she swallows and breathes out “What are you-” before he leans in and causes her to fall silent.

She feels the softness of his lips against the skin of her neck, hungrily kissing, biting, sucking her sensitive skin, and all that manages to escape her now is her gasping 

“Levi,” 

and realizes this is reality.

[pxtrxral-blog]

@desolxte

With her clothes covered in her own blood, she was getting weird looks off of the locals. Petra didn't know where she was, or who these people were, but their stares were making her extremely uncomfortable. Petra's clothes were stuck to her skin, and her back would have waves of pain that would make her yelp loudly. With her head lowered so much so that her hair covered her eyes, Petra couldn't see the figure that was slowly becoming closer and closer. It was only when Petra smacked her forehead against the person's figure did she realize her mistake.           ( 'Ouch!' )           ( 'Oh, I'm so sorry!' ) Petra's eyes shot up to meet the stranger's. At least, she had first thought they were a complete stranger, but when she looked at the man - she had this strange feeling fall over her. She knew him, but she didn't know how or why. She only knew her name, after all, so getting this nostalgic feeling while looking at the man in front of her was somewhat uncomfortable for her.           ( 'Um, could you tell me where I am?' )