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regemxexploratores started following you
oh shit.
Blood is itchy. But it's all counter - productive in the end when scratching is what caused the blood in the first place. So the remedy is not to keep clawing at his hands, his wrists, his arms -- but that's all he can really get in his mind to so. If he scratches enough, it'll stop. It has to, that's what it's supposed to do when you have an itch. Why should this be any different?
The brunet quickly snaps his head to the left, and he gives a low whistle -- in the back of his mind, he counts the thump of footfalls on the steps -- and tries to rouse the dog from her sleep. She doesn't budge. Cursing under his breath, he brings his hands up to try and lick the blood off. If Levi didn't adamantly check his pillow cases, sheets, blankets -- everything -- this would be a lot easier.
He's running his tongue up the inside of his left wrist when he hears a resounding noise of disapproval. Shit, shit, he'd entirely lost count on the steps when Töter had ignored him. Forest green eyes raise, half - lidded and guilt - ridden. He almost has to look away when Levi's narrow on him.
" ... I just ... " He sucks his bottom lip into mouth, worries it between his teeth. He's careful not to break skin. He has enough blood in his mouth, and he doesn't really feel like enjoying more. The eyes boring into him don't help at all. Ugh. He's obviously expecting him to finish that statement. " ... I don't know what happened. My hands were itchy, and then there was blood, and it was more itchy ---- I'm sorry. "
" Yeah. " The sigh is almost louder than everything else in the room when it comes. Levi moves to the bed, and his boots are dragging more than usual -- the click of his heels is a lot less frequent, Eren thinks, then wonders when he started noticing them -- and he sits down on the edge of the bed. Holds out his hands wordlessly.
" ... I didn't ... I didn't bite them this time, " he tries, but his voice is heavy with shame. His captain, his guardian, his hero, the man he loves -- though in what manner of the word, he's still a little confused -- is disappointed in him all the same. As if in defeat, he offers his hands out.
He's expecting the usual -- Levi taking out his handkerchief, wrapping it around his hands to stop the bleeding, then wipe off what was still wet before sending him out to wash them in the river, along with his coat since there was always something on the cuffs of them. But instead, he feels the soft brush of fingers on his, that travel to his wrists, and he picks his head up so quickly it actually hurts his neck.
" Levi -- ? "
Rather than giving him any actual response, Levi gently lifts bloodied fingers to his lips, and presses a few light kisses to the backs of Eren's knuckles. This sets a weird flutter not unlike the one he gets when they kiss in Eren's stomach, and he purses his lips, but his face is flushing anyway.
When the man withdraws, he looks up through his bangs, and fixes him with a look. " ... If you like that, stop doing this. I'm not kissing bloody fingers anymore. " Then, he releases Eren's hands, and pulls out the expected handkerchief. Licks it first this time, then takes one of the younger's hands, and starts scrubbing adamantly at his skin -- but the touch is gentle. Careful.
Without thinking, he finds himself blurting the first thing that comes to mind, right then and there, " Levi, have you ever danced? " He's not sure if he regrets it or not when he gets a weird look. Either way, his face is bright red now. Not that there's any taking it back.
The scrubbing at his hand continues again, and the anxious levels only rise. But then, he breaks the silence: " I used to. I don't now. " Their eyes meet, and there's something unreadable between both of them. " I haven't in a long time. "
A pause. " ... Why not? "
" ... Have you been happy enough to enjoy it lately, Eren? " He breaks eye contact, and a ghost of a sigh through his nostrils -- he takes Eren's other hand, and licks another part of the handkerchief, and continues scrubbing the blood off.
" Yeah. " He doesn't even hesitate to respond. " Things have been kind of embarrassing, and weird ... but. I think I've worked things out with you, enough that I'm happy with how things are. I kind of complicated some things with Armin, but in a way, it ... kind of made things better, too. He's been smiling more lately. ... So have you. I've slept better for the past ... week or so, and you look like you have been ... "
Levi seems to consider this, but he continues his task for the moment. Finally, he gives a faint hum. Knowing precisely what it means, Eren grins, and the captain has to shake his head to hide the faintest hint of a smile that follows suit. Then, he scoots himself off of the bed, taking the brunet with him by tugging his hand.
" ... Let's see what you're capable of, then. Step on my toes even once, and I'll have you scrubbing the whole castle floor. All of them. Understood? " Amusement twinkles in his eyes, almost challenging him.
" If I don't, I want a kiss. ... In front of Commander Irvin. "
Levi blanches at that, the look that he only adorns when Eren goes on making weird gurgling, babbly noises just to creep him out, and the teen has to bite his lip again not to laugh. It's easy to forget everything around the captain. Everything he didn't want to remember, and even the things he did -- getting tongue tied around him hadn't stopped since the first moment he saw him. One can dream.
" ... Fine, " he finally responds, voice as thin as the line his mouth is pressed into. " Put your hand on my shoulder, Eren. " He inspects it before releasing it, seemingly having deemed it clean enough for his liking.
Despite making a face -- he knows the positions, and this means he's going to be following rather than leading -- he lifts his hand to place it on the other's shoulder as instructed. Then, he holds out his other hand for Levi to take. It only registers in Eren's mind that Levi is probably leading due to his height when the other scoots in to rest his chin against his shoulder.
" ... Back or forward? " he asks, and gets a shrug in response. " Forward, then. Watch yourself. " And with that, Levi takes a small stride to the left with his right foot, waits for Eren to take the step, then brings in his right against the left. Steps back, back again, brings his feet together.
Despite their closeness, Eren is trying desperately to keep track of the spacing of Levi's feet, to match it properly ---- even if not for the kiss, to impress Levi. They scuff toes more than once, but it doesn't seem to count as stepping on them, Eren figures, since Levi says nothing and continues to slowly guide him in circles -- or, squares, would be a better word, wouldn't it? -- around the room.
It isn't until the dog awakens from her sleep and shakes herself out like she just came out of the river that they stop, but neither makes any move to separate. Instead, Eren just shakes his hand free -- it hurts, still, a little -- and moves to rest both arms around the other's shoulders, and Levi returns the favor at his waist.
Töter trots over, and leans her side against their legs, trying to get in on the action without being overtly intrusive -- she'd learned her lesson from that one -- and simply enjoys their existence as they reveled in each other's all the same.
" ... Keep your hands clean for the rest of the week, " Levi begins, pauses, then continues, " and I'll agree to your stupid kiss. And maybe another dance. "
The smirk, though he can't see it from where they stand, is evident in Levi's tone. Eren returns it, and turns his head just a bit to nuzzle against the shorter's ear, getting a rather pleasant little shiver out of it. " ... I'd say I'll do my best, but that won't be quite satisfying enough for you, huh? So ... I will, Levi. "
" ... Hn. We'll see. "
" ... You're an ass. "
And if not, just the chance to get away from the castle I suppose.
" Yeah. ... Or that ... date. " Okay, now is the time. It's literally now or never, and why would you never kiss someone you've already confessed to, whom has been proven to return the feelings --
" ... That would be nice. " Nailed it.
I'm sure the others have family or friends they'd like to visit --
" Yeah ... Petra says she wants to talk to her dad more often, at least. Everyone else seems to have someone to mention, until we all get upset and stop talking ... "
I think I will talk to the Commander about this.
" Sure ... "
Never mind that --
---- or not.
Hm.
He stopped talking, now is the time for that kiss ----
It's been a while since I've had some myself.
" ... I mean no offense, but it's kind of obvious. "