Have you and Erwin ever........ you know..............?
LETS PLAY THE 'YES' OR 'NO' GAME: Ask me questions and I'm only allowed to answer with 'Yes' or 'No'
☕—❝No.
You’ve got to find a better way to end your fucking life than asking me about this shit.
Not that I’m under obligation to explain further, but let me shed a little more light on how asinine it is to even suspect something like that. Erwin Smith's name is attached to the rank of Commander over the entire Survey Corps. Can you even fathom what sort of weight that is? An incomprehensible enemy blotting out the horizon, fatass merchant pigs, and greasy, corrupted politicians yammering in each ear, and a limited force of fragile human beings to counter all of that with - do you really think that Erwin had the luxury of time, health, or opportunity for himself?
That fool’s single-minded dedication began when he was a snot-nosed schoolboy. ...and it’s no secret that he would have wanted a quiet family life for himself, instead. But he gave it all up, to do what he believed only he could, for knowledge, humanity, for whatever the hell he saw. Erwin... that man never kept anything for himself. Never took anything for himself. A stupidly selfless man.
On that day, he even had the courage to let his dream go, too.
Right now, he’s an Admiral or some shit. Still living for anyone but himself. Someone like that, who gives himself away in so many directions - it’s unreasonable to expect that they would have anything left to share. And even if he did, by some ungodly stamina, have enough energy left for a close, intimate relationship, wouldn’t he prefer someone more like the woman he loved, before? Maybe he might find someone, again, if he’d ever pursue his own contentment. I doubt I’d ever know if he does fall in love, again, unless it finally pulls him out of the military... He really needs to retire, already. Shitty workaholic tyrant.
Erwin is someone I trust, implicitly. I’ve been through a lot with him. And I’ll continue to stay close to his vision. ...but he’s also a shifty bastard. I never know what he’s really thinking. Sometimes I don’t even know what to call our relationship. It’s nothing as simple or tangible as physical entanglement. Hell even knows if that’s a good thing or not; by now, with everything we’ve seen and been through, I can’t imagine that we wouldn’t be shitty lovers for anyone.
Tch, it’s not something I think about often.
And it’s not a question I’ll entertain twice. So get lost, already.❞