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[slaystitans]

@soliidtrust​​​ requested a one - liner using this generator !!

❛ ... What’s in that bag    and why are you    hiding    it here? ❜

[onyxium]

“  i never regretted that i followed you.  ” ———@soliidtrust.     (  FROM.  )

HOW  CAN  SHE  SAY  THAT?     the words stick to the back of his throat like honey,  like disease :    sickeningly sweet &  disgusting.     the fucking  SENTIMENT  of it all!

gunmetal irises flicker aside to avoid her gaze,  not because he thinks he shouldn’t comfort her or  doesn’t  deserve  to  see  her  loyalty  laid  bare,   but because he doesn’t trust his own eyes to safely contain the turmoil that’s roiling about within him.     she doesn’t need to see that now.

“  … tch.  ”

levi shifts in the chair beside her cot,  throwing an arm haphazardly around the back of the thing & raising a leg to sit,  cradled,  atop the armrest.     he’s never been one for  DECORUM,   after all,  not even with his squad ;    perhaps it is of  some  comfort  to them   (  to  HER,   he reminds himself bitterly  )   to see him as more than simply another link in the chain of command.     no indeed.     he’s not just  captain  levi,   HUMANITY’S  STRONGEST :    he’s also  HUMAN.

& it’s that humanity in him that draws his eyes back to her,  even if they still can’t meet her gaze.

“  … good,  ”     he offers after a moment of tense silence passes between them,  muddled by his own ineptitude at dealing with the emotions of others.     “  then don’t start to regret it now :    i’ll need you out there.  ”

[witcr]

" people like to think war means something. "      /        @soliidtrust​  :     richard siken    ( open )

❛     𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐘𝐄𝐓 ,   ❜    𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐓  𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒      his  gaze  up ,    shoulders      raising  with  the  shake  of  his  head .      ❛       it  never  does .     ❜         he  hadn’t  meant  to  drag  petra  into  the  topic .    he’s  sure  this  isn’t  her   first    choice ,   either   —    hearted    as  she  is .   but  he  doesn’t  mind  the  company .    it  likely  wasn’t   him  ,   up  so  late ,   that  she’d  imagined  to  be  lurking  the  kitchens ,   but  she  hadn’t   faltered    coming  in ,    either .

                                the  night  whistles ,    sinister ,    under  a  moonless  chill .    it  seems  fitting .    not  even  the  stars  wish  to  face  each  other .         ❛        it  failed  us  in  paradis .   it  failed  us  here .    and  here  we  are ,    giving  it    another  shot .      ❜         he  huffs ,   head  dropping  before  he  turns  to  petra  again ,          ❛        is  that  what  you  think ,    too ?      don’t  get  me  wrong .    i'm  not  telling  you  to   give  up    —   or  that  we  all  should .    but  don't  get  your  hopes  up ,     ❜         he  tells  her .          ❛       victory . . .   is   bittersweet .    a  temporary ,     fleeting    thing .       ❜          losing  a  war  is  one  thing .    winning    is  another .    winning    is  what  got  them  here .     overwatered  roots  sit  there  and   rot .   it’s  a  vicious  cycle ,    one  he  almost  wished  karl  fritz  had  just  done  his  fucking  job  for .    give  them  the  island  but  let  them  all  be  .    let  the  seclusion  settle .    let  everyone  keep  what  they  have ,   no  losses  needed .    

but  geralt  knows  better .    he  knows  how  that’s  just  it .    people  always   want    what  they  can’t  have .    old  fritz  believed  he’d  been  doing  right  by  hiding  them  of  the  truth .    trapping    them  of  it .     it  didn’t   matter    now .    geralt’s  downed  his  drink ,    and  decides  against  getting  another ,    standing  up  to  close  the  bottle  instead .          ❛      go  back  to  bed ,    petra .    we  have  an  early  morning .     ❜

[austerulous-a]

✦   @soliidtrust​ said:  ❛ "👀" if that is okay 😌 ,, ❜  //  send me a "👀"

Some people came alive when they smiled, their beauty bestowed by joy.  Annie suspected this scout – imbued with a girlish gaiety entirely at odds with the horror and sorrow of her calling – was just as comely in grief.

“In some places, red hair is said to be lucky,” Annie mused aloud.  Not that Petra’s hair was rich chestnut or bright ginger.  Instead, her colouring was something softer, rarer, more delicate – strawberry blonde, Annie was sure it was called.  It was only then that she caught herself, realising her words begged for elaboration, lest they hint at an outside world.  “In Wall Sina, or so I’ve heard.”

A pause, then, as Annie scuffed the sole of her boot absentmindedly into the dirt, pale hands buried in her pockets.  Swamped in an oversized hoodie the colour of a December sky, she hated everything about herself that she so admired in other members of her sex.

“She has a neat figure.  Wears it well.”  Slim, but being a scout she must be strong; athletic and unapologetically feminine.  Annie admired any woman who operated within a male-dominated team, who was able to stand their ground, to prove their worth.  Still, she wondered vaguely if Petra Ral has ever been choked into unconsciousness by any of her squadmates, or if that was a horror reserved for Warriors alone.  “Pretty face, too.  I bet she’s radiant whatever her expression.”