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Sunset
Rivamika Summer Weekend prompt: Sunset Rivamika | WC 247 | Canonverse | Broken | ao3
His eyes followed the silhouette in the ship and every minute he felt her eyes on him. With the sunset the girl shined—no, it was her the one giving the sun its shine. The silly thought made him smile; the silly thought brought heaviness to his eyes.
The memory of her hand reaching at him with the oranges and yellows in the background would accompany him the rest of his life. Her reassuring and yet broken smile one day would soothe the pain.
She extended her hand, a common gesture, the thing she did in their missions when he arrived. Even if her captain didn’t need her help. It was a mission; they were a team.
His favorite soldier said nothing when his hand stayed still but her eyes… her eyes pierced his soul, trying to understand his decision. A simple nod of understanding didn’t change the weight of it. For so long one glance spoke volumes while training, in the middle of combat, and on those lonely nights, they spent talking. The oppression inside his chest grew tighter, bigger, unbearable. His hand ached, missing her touch.
“Be safe.”
The unison amused them and her fingers traced his face. His hand and lips taking and kissing her hand was his only goodbye.
She was meant to be his future. But they were soldiers. They had a mission and for the first time, it took them in a different path.
He stood there until the boat wasn’t.
lovelytheband - broken
Ask Alexa play Cold, Levi/Mikasa
2.5
Ask Siri music prompt: Cold | Alexa chose “Cold Stone” by Demi Lovato Rivamika | wc 289 | au | Broken | ao3
She knew the man in front of her and he knew her, for him the sudden encounter was awkward and for her, frigid cold water thrown on her face. The water turned to ice and ignoring the throbbing adhesions inside her chest, the girl resumed her reading. Her book deserved her attention not him. In her book, the heroine pursued a career leaving love behind, and the irony didn’t go unnoticed.
They broke up on a sunny day because they didn’t want the same things. The man stealing glances on her way couldn’t settle; wiping her tears, he said goodbye. It was her fault, not even once he talked about kids and marriage; she wanted all the things he didn’t. She wanted a ring, a white dress, the mortgage that came with the two stories house, a garden, one dog and a baby, his baby. He said no, so the girl buried the memories, her love, the pain, the void. It was easier that way.
She wanted a family and love, and there she was, a Sunday in the afternoon, drinking coffee and reading a book. Still single. Still alone. A modern woman dedicated to her work people would say. And there he was, feeding a baby while the bubbly woman wearing a matching ring ordered tea. Doing the math hurt her.
The things he wanted, he didn’t want them with her.
The girl didn’t run but didn’t stay as long as planned. Nothing in her life went as planned. The man called her name, and she recognized the apologetic tone voice. She didn’t look back, she didn’t need his pity, let alone another “I’m sorry”. Good thing her eyes were as empty as her womb and her heart.
Cold
Rivamika Winter Moon W1 | prompt: cold Rivamika | WC 152 | Post-canonverse | Broken | ao3
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His snow queen dedicated an empty smile to the people around her. Polite and distant. Fulfilling a duty heavier than the three walls that used to keep the titans away.
Her eyes wandered and found him, offering him a simple nod. The empty and compelling courtesy victors must show. A trained act.
What happened that day? Armin and the kid never spoke about it and he, he arrived too late. Bathed in blood, she cried in his arms and took shelter in his bed. He asked nothing and she said the same.
Always distant.
The captain followed her and leaning in the door frame, the man drank in the icy beauty of his fellow soldier. What could have been? With age stupid questions kept on spinning in his mind.
She stood quiet, looking at the past with the same longing he could have felt in his heart—if he still had one.
Not that kind of fairy tale
Rivamika | T | WC 161 | AU | Broken | ao3
His finger moved fast and soon the right word completed the message; blaming the auto corrector seemed easier than controlling the quivering finger.
And the quivering heart.
The grip of her hand anchored him to a lie but he stayed there, watching those infinite eyes and wondering. The arch of her eyebrow questioned the phone on his hands but she said nothing. Instead, his heart jumped at the shy smile and the oxygen saturation in his blood ran high.
On her lips, he tasted the sweetness of the freedom and the bitterness of a lie. Only a pathetic creature would have believed he played prince charming for her.
White suited her and the trail emanating from her enchanted the audience. With him on the front row. How little the envious crowd knew as his possessive hands hold her and his feet marked the steps.
The lie of his evil queen would kill him… but not having her would destroy him anyway.
Without recipient
Rivamika | T | WC 157 | Post-canonverse | Broken | ao3
The heaviness of the quill paused the capital letter she tried to draw. Her hands were not hers, just like the life she lived. The fogged memories danced in the corner of her eyes, falling and furrowing the lines of a story that no one would hear. Not about heroes and legends, but a mundane and pristine love. Too simple for chants. Too pure to be told. Naught but a reminiscence.
The past and the present.
The lie he told to save her.
His absence.
After piling up the letter next to the hundreds she had written over the years of solitude, the woman dared to look in the mirror. Long gone was the terse skin he caressed. Long gone the hope. Long gone the warm he provided. With one word, the world stopped rotating on its axis and her strength couldn’t avoid it.
One word.
He never knew his sacrifice wasn’t her freedom but her curse.
Next Time
Rivamika | T | WC 196 | au | Broken
“Captain, I found you,” she muttered a broken statement. The red and wet sensation clouded her eyes and her hand struggled to grab his vest, wanting to caress his face. With nothing else to do, the man gently took her hand and removed a rebel lock from her forehead. A beautiful young woman.
I’m sorry my love, it took me too long to find you.
He didn’t remember and the woman smiled, too weak to speak. How many times had he comforted her? How many lives had she searched for him?
Always late.
She could touch his increasing frustration as her eyelids refused to stay open. If she closed her eyes, they’d remain close. The girl had missed the kindness in his eyes, his voice and deep care but life slipped between her fingers, just like the promise of a future; still, her heart found peace with his hand holding hers. Hanji told him that she was confusing him with someone else and the paramedic squeezed harder the grip, comforting the dying woman as they trained him.
Tears fell and little by little the world vanished.
Maybe in the next life it wouldn’t be too late.
