#hanswritten

[the-adamant]

hanswritten replied to your post:Well, that was a delightful trip.

Oh - er… did YOU come back to an interesting conversation.

I've a gut feeling I want to know nothing of it, really.

[sterngazes-blog]

[the-adamant]

meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

send me your url and i’ll post 3-5 icons that sum up my muse’s feelings on yours

1) Exhaustion— over tracing her incredible emotional resiliency regardless the roller coaster ride of rising and dipping thoughts that run laps at mach speed within her brain. Levi finds it physically tiresome to keep up and prefers to leisurely follow what she implies, thus him habitually asking the scientist to ‘cut to the chase’ and condense whatever gist she intends to have understood. Her passion is something Levi empathizes easily with; they both hold considerable mental drive for what concerns their professions. Hange’s wish to jabber about it incessantly, however, leaves Levi wondering how her jaw has not yet unhinged from mandibular joints.

2) Admiration— for the fact that she nonetheless will do whatever duty is imposed upon her, and Levi knows well her insecurities and fears from many hours of dialogue exchanged with body language read. He believes she is honored with an exemplary ability to pick up on all sorts of knowledge, but not all knowledge that is acquired is in her favor. Levi oftentimes worries for Hange’s well-being and security, but is grateful she chooses to be extroverted enough to allow him the opportunity to support in whatever way he is capable of. 

3) Humor— if there is anyone who actively participates in bantering back and forth with his sense of humor, it is Hange. Levi greatly appreciates her input; she seems to pick up on the most appropriate times to humor him and his considerably odd vernacular. 

[hitchisms]

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Her world kept shifting, changing; Hitch couldn't keep up with it. Oh, physically she supposed she was more than capable, considering she'd clocked Jean without any real issue, but mentally...

Well, her head was still spinning from what Captain Levi had said about Annie. If she were being really honest with herself, though, she was still reeling from the attack on Stohess, and that had happened nearly a month ago.

She'd agreed to help the Survey Corps since they were actually innocent, since both she and Marlowe had been right all along about the Military Police being corrupt and unfair: she'd known it, but suddenly it was playing out right in front of them, and it was more than just corrupt--worse than she'd thought possible. Men weren't just lazy, people weren't just being used for the gain or personal enjoyment of others; people had died. Innocent people. Some from the Survey Corps, some from the Reeves Corporation...

It wasn't right, and for some reason, world still spinning wildly out of control, Hitch wanted to make it right. So here she was: confused and uncertain and willing to try.

The first task given to both she and Marlowe was to lead Squad Leader Hange to the location of Levi and the Southern 104th; Hitch had not known what to expect from Squad Leader Hange; she had known very little about her to begin with, and upon meeting her, felt that she knew even less in the reality she lived in.

They were on their way to where Levi and the others were hiding when she approached the older woman, pulling her horse alongside hers while Marlowe stayed at the front. She wasn't sure what it was she wanted to say, what she wanted to ask, but eventually she blurted out: "Is it true? About Annie?"

[sterngazes-blog]

Opens up the dictionary out of curiosity--

pig-headed --  adjective: one who is stupidly obstinate; "he was too pigheaded to listen." alt: obstinate, stubborn, headstrong, stiff-necked, etc.

". . ."

Stares at this definition for quite some time.

[the-adamant]

A tired Hange appears... and promptly falls asleep beside the wild Levi. And -- oops, flops over onto his shoulder, maybe drooling a bit.

He continues to flip through a clipped bundle of reports even as footsteps approach from the turn of the room entrance. What he perceives in his peripheral vision as light staggering and exhausted, drooping shoulders is enough for him to assume the identity of his guest; Levi does not bother to provide unnecessary acknowledgement of her already-welcomed company and does not move when the resident scientist slumps onto the couch to rest. Her subtle snoring and lax breathing accompany the rustle of papers within his hands; the raven is not even remotely surprised when Hange's side decides to rest against his, and instead he shifts in his seat to concentrate his weight to support it. 

"Watch after yourself, four-eyes," the man mutters.

Though in earnest, it's been a long week for everyone.