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xadenydd replied to your post:₪ show me the booty, son

you were the one who said you wanted me to be your mum. come to my bosom child i’ll (s)mother you with love.

my love got me down...... face down........ unable to breathe. why you smother me i thought you loved me

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      The blood running down his fingers was still warm, the knife dripping with precious life onto the green grass below, the scent of iron so thick it was like breathing soup. Levi’s eyes were cold, grey like hard steel, emotionless like the glistening blade he held. There was nothing in his eyes but a blank sheet and the proof that he was not acquainted with remorse        Throwing the knife aside, he crouched down and searched the dead man’s  heavy coat, sliding his hand into every pocket and willing his fingers to search, to find, to take. If not for the sound of crunching gravel under the weight of someone that had certainly not been invited Levi would have stripped the body and searched further, but instead he stopped, turned his head and stared right back at the pair of green pinned on him.       “What?” Crisp, cold and showing in his voice every ounce of annoyance that he felt in his core. “Either you help, or you turn the fuck away and forget what you saw. Standing there doing nothing is not an option.”

     Gravel grinds beneath his feet loudly, the rough feeling traveling up his body in harsh vibrations. A walk. It was just a walk. He needed to reassess some things. One of them being why on God’s green earth his adopted sister still babied him eight years after the death of his mother and the disappearance of his father. He isn’t a child anymore, and sometimes he wonders if he ought to say something about that... but he knows it comforts her to... whatever it is she does when it comes to him.

     The way his breath fogs the air bears testament to the freezing weather’s failure to retreat like the weather man had predicted. Eren finds himself thankful for that. The cold makes it easier to think. But.. thought falls away to nothing when a scent, horrible and rotten, offends his nose. He gags, and before he realizes it, he’s laying eyes on something terrifying.

     His heart seizes in his chest as green eyes fall on the scene before him. There’s a man, soaked in his own blood and no longer drawing breath, crumpled like a broken doll on the ground, a pool of putrid sanguine spreading slowly under him. He’s dead, there’s no doubt about that, and the culprit whose eyes raise to meet his look just as dead and devoid of humanity. There’s a cold gloss to them that has him shivering and frozen on the spot in the cold winter evening. That’s a murderer. This man is a killer. Why isn’t he running away?

     Move. Move. Move. His body won’t obey no matter how much he begs it to, and instead his hands curl into hard fists at his sides. Monsters like this are the reason his mother is dead. Breathing hard through his nose, his voice rasped past his lips before he even had a chance to think about his words.

     “Monster...” He breathed weakly, lungs constricted as if the man’s gaze had reached into his chest and started squeezing them mercilessly. “Monster!”