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[misayawriting]

“What is it?” he mumbled, squinting at Levi framed in the morning light. “Where’s the fire?” “In me,” Levi whispered, and smothered Erwin with kisses, needing, asking, receiving, lapping up love like a starving man.

Elysium: Aloe Vera, beta’ed by @twistedkit

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The Perfumist

The soft scent of dark roast coffee mixed with the lighter notes of French vanilla as Levi poured coffee into two porcelain cups and handed one to Erwin, who wrapped his hands around it, luxuriating in the warmth.

He took a few appreciative sips, letting the flavors mingle and mellow on his tongue before turning to Levi and asking, “Earlier, downstairs, you said you’d spent months trying to recreate something? And that I’d ruined it, somehow?”

Levi started, his cup rattling against the table. He hadn’t expected Erwin to remember, hadn’t expected Erwin to take it seriously. “Yeah, about that,” he muttered, not meeting Erwin’s eye. “The first time you came in, I thought you smelled nice.”

“Oh?” Erwin’s eyebrows arched, the first hint of a smile flitting around the corners of his mouth. “And you say you spent months trying to make something that smelled like me?”

Levi waved it away irritably. “Forget about it,” he mumbled, taking another sip of coffee. “It’s gone now, anyways.”

Erwin’s shoulders sagged, winded. “Right. Sorry about that.”

The silence stretched out between them, silver like the snowflakes spilling outside to coat the world in a blanket of white. It had been a bad idea to invite Erwin upstairs, Levi thought, but he had been curious, he had been sympathetic, and perhaps Erwin fit in here, the gloss of his hair luminescent in the fluorescent light overhead. He was beautiful, and this, in and of itself, was enough to make Levi sit up and pay attention.

“I should get going,” Erwin said finally, setting down his empty cup with a rattle. “Don’t want to get snowed in and impose on your hospitality for too long.”

“Alright,” Levi said, reluctantly, standing up to usher Erwin to the door. Erwin toed on his shoes, shrugged on his coat, and as he was slipping his arms through the sleeves, Levi caught a trace of it again, embedded in the lining of the fleece. “Wait.”

Erwin turned to look at him expectantly. “Yes?”

The words were on the tip of Levi’s tongue, eager to be leashed loose and out of his control, but his reserve won out, exactly like Petra would have nagged him about. “No. It’s nothing,” he said, finally. “Please come again soon.” He wanted to take back these words as quickly as he’d said them. It implied a future that surely Erwin didn’t intend to be a part of, but if anyone asked, he could say it was just his default goodbye for customers.

There was a distinct twinkle in Erwin’s eye as he replied, “I’ll be sure to,” and headed off.

>Read full work on AO3: The Perfumist

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Slowly, slowly, time rubbed at the edges of the painting Levi had slopped messy over the canvas of his heart, and the feelings yellowed, all awash in a muddle of colors as he threw oil over the tarps and struck a match.

The Phosphenes in Your Eyes, Darling

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Your thoughts are worth far more than pennies. Your thoughts are valuable beyond measure.

Elysium: Mobility

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Credits

Levi’s determined to get through the Lord of the Rings trilogy, and Erwin obliges him on every attempt, getting their couch set up with fluffy cushions and fuzzy blankets and bowls of popcorn at the ready. He looks over about an hour through The Fellowship of the Ring to find Levi already dozing off, and rearranges himself to cuddle Levi against his chest. 

Rinse, repeat. Levi’s determined. 

[misayawriting]

Please give me my penance, let me know how I can set things right.

De Dextella Dei: Kings

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Levi had retreated from them, turned a deaf ear to their sibilant whisperings about how odd he was, and slowly, bit by bit, had started to lose the language of the flowers.

Petrichor: Milkvetch

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Levi had held her up on a pedestal for so long that it was hard to see when the foundations were shaking, when the plaster base started to crack. But crack it did, time shows all, and Levi allowed Erwin to take his hand as Erwin walked him back to his apartment, and he tried to ignore the way his fingers were twitching uncontrollably with his malice.

The Phosphenes in Your Eyes, Darling on AO3