When your friend writes you a fic you love to pieces, and even allows you to be part of the creating process and roll around in her gorgeous words together, there’s no way I wouldn’t want to reciprocate.
@ittybittyteapot, it’s been a year since you wrote the first line of Winter Comes Quiet, and I still can’t believe you wrote me such a gorgeous story. I’ve read it so often now, and I can’t get enough of it, of how it makes me swoon and smile from deep within. I can’t write you a full story in return (not for this Christmas, at least ;) ), but I could ask the amazing @ra-ro81 to draw something for your story. I so adore what she made of the scene I sent her—their looks, Eren’s hair, Levi’s smile, and Von snuggling up to Eren’s hand—and I hope it gives you a warm smile back.
Thank you again for such a wonderful, wonderful story. And thanks so much again to @ra-ro81 for this brilliant cover art. <3
Levi’s head has never made much sense to him when his heart is involved. Especially when Eren is once again nurturing the shriveled black thing in his chest that passes for one. Making it flip and jump and swell and clench until he feels as though it will burst.
Levi wants to do something very dangerous. He wants to keep Eren. He wants to invite him to stay. To feed him. To scrub him in a good, warm bath then shave off that horrid beard and trim his split ends. He wants to climb into bed and offer Eren his chest and open arms like he used to then lie with his nose pressed to his neck and Eren’s hair tickling his cheek. Levi wants to feel Eren’s heart beating under his palm as they drift off to sleep. He wants to warm his cold feet on Eren’s shins, stroking the silky soft hair which covers them with his toes.
—Winter Comes Quiet, Chapter 2
