Hi there! I really enjoy your writing and there's this one prompt I can't stop thinking about. You don't have to write it, I'm just a silly little ask ( 'v') Mainly thinking of eruri, the prompt is: "I don't trust myself going down stairs anymore".
Sorry if this is not the type of fill you were looking for! [actually i’m willing to bet that this is not the type of fill you came into my inbox asking for]
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He doesn’t trust himself going down stairs anymore.
It happens on a Sunday, after Erwin has already come back from church. See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. Do no evil. And he doesn’t. Not really.
He prepares a veritable feast, lays it all out on the silver tea tray. Chicken salad sandwiches with the crusts cut off, just like Levi likes them, a pot of Darjeeling tea accompanied by a tiny pitcher of cream and a little bowl of sugar cubes. A square of tiramisu for dessert. It is a special day, after all.
Levi’s birthday, Christmas, the 25th of December, and frost spirals trace icy fingers over the panes of glass in the windows. He hopes Levi is keeping warm. It can get cold easily, and the clouds dusted overhead already have swollen grey underbellies, a promise of snow.
Balancing the tray expertly in one hand, he makes his way to Levi’s door. He knocks, polite as always, but Levi’s always been curt, just this side of rude, even, and Erwin chuckles and shakes his head as he opens the door. It creaks loudly on its hinges, and even though Erwin has yet to step foot inside, he can already feel the chill, can already see his breath steaming from his mouth like silver smoke.
“Levi!” he calls gaily. “It’s time for lunch!” There’s no response, and Erwin hums cheerily to himself anyway as he takes careful steps down, down, down. The shadows of furniture coalesce darker than the grey.
He reaches over for the light switch on the wall, hand fumbling. It snaps, sparks to life with a fluorescent buzz, throwing everything into sharp relief.
“Oh…” Erwin breathes, disbelieving at the beauty and the abject violence of it all. The tray slips from his hands, pieces of finely cut white bread and splatters of chicken salad scattering on the floor, the teapot shattering to puddle dark at his feet.
I’M NOT LEVI, written over and over again in letters that seem a mile high. He hangs from the rafters, the bedsheets wrapped around his neck, a stool kicked out from under him, rolling on its side by the stripped mattress. The milky light from outside paints him ethereal, like an angel. No, no, but this won’t do, Erwin thinks to himself as he hurries over, though he knows that Levi is long gone.
He tugs Levi’s body down from the rafters, dead weight in his hands, and feathers kisses through brown hair. Oh? Brown? The body solidifies in his clutches, and he examines it closely, horrified laughter paired with sighs of relief. Oh, no, praise God, the young man looks nothing like Levi, it’s just a horrific accident, a horrible misunderstanding, and Erwin closes the man’s turquoise eyes, already filming over, with a flick of his wrist.
Well, this is certainly inconvenient, he thinks to himself as he heads back upstairs, ignoring the splatters of food and shattered crockery he’s left behind him. He closes Levi’s door behind him, neatly, and bypasses Levi’s funeral announcement sitting pretty on the mantelpiece without a second glance.
No, he doesn’t trust himself to go down stairs anymore. The large span of the basement affords too much autonomy.
Luckily, the weather hasn’t gotten too cold to dig a hole.
"If we were dating..." I'd probably be nervous most of the time cuz I'd be blown away by ur awesome personality + voice (i heard ur audio once & it was so cute). I'd also like to try to make most of ur modern au's come to life & help u with whatever ur going through, whether i can help or just lend u a shoulder. I will also most likely never hate u if u ever think u hurt me or something. Blow me off? It's okay. Ignore my text cuz it wasn't what u wanted to hear atm? We can talk about it. :D
Awwwe, hey falkenchansan, you managed to make my blush so hard from your message, I just got speechless …HAHAH..*hides face*
I’d be shy, most of the time, we both would be awkward. I appreciate your support to help me through the AUs I’d work on, I would offer you a shoulder just the same. BUT never say you would never hate or dislike me for hurting you. Hurting someone is wrong. You have every right to if you would be treated wrongly. Never say that to anyone, bend to their wills or be okay that someone you love hurts you, okay? You are a wonderful person and I just had to say that out, hahaha.
As far as I see on your sidebar you have the best boyfriend. So I hope you guys are happy <3
Favorite character: Koujaku, Trip, VirusSecond favorite character: MinkLeast favorite character: Clear and Noiz, probably.The character I’m most like: uhhh none of them thank godFavorite pairing: Koujaku/Aoba, Trip/VirusLeast favorite pairing: Noiz/Koujaku, Aoba/Clear, Aoba/Trip or VirusFavorite moment: koujaku’s nosebleed lmaoRating out of 10: 7 maybe? give or take some depending on what exactly i’m rating
1. What is your name and does it mean anything? I don’t really want to post my name on the internet... I don’t know if it means anything but it was inspired(?) by the name of some arab queen I think? I don’t even know ask my parents :P
18. A random memory: I tried to save my kindergarten friend’s stuffed bunny from her dog and the dog chased me and I cried cuz I felt like I was risking my life for saving her bunny and it was very dramatic and my mum hugged me afterwards
50. 5 random facts about yourself: I fence/ I am good at opening knots that are to tight/ I love beanies/ I want pets/ I’m lazy :P
First name: zuenna //Nickname: zuenna //Age: 18 //Gender: zuenna //Sexual Orientation: Baseball Boys //Nationality: Anime //Relationship Status: Baseball Boy(s) //Likes: Anime, baseball boys //Dislikes: rude people //Random Fact: Ur real name is Astrid?? :0
