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Levi, Isabel and Farlan.

[koordiniert]

There is no semblance of time in the underground cities, shadows blurring hours and minutes and days together indiscriminately and inking them across their makeshift sky; it matters hardly to the citizens who live under an enclosed ceiling — though little could they be called citizens so much as they are the all the undesirable things of the world. They are discarded and spit upon, those of humble origins and higher still prancing blissfully unaware over each of them with the dirty soles of their shoes. Here a boy slants his eyes skyward, pallid and the color of treasure, like the kind one would hear about in storybooks.

He is a simple and surly child, youth clawing away at the final stretch of adolescence in a remorseful display of wanting to grow up too fast. Eyebrows furrowing down as he slings his pack over his shoulder and beats the familiar path home, he slips through decrepit alleyways like second nature. By now he’s nearly forgotten the exact color of the real sky — has found no reason to look back at the life he’d left behind nearly a year ago, and he turns his nose up at the idea of it. Here he finds himself accommodated to the murky morals and sharp edges of the underworld, and he doesn’t mind.

The door to the apartment creaks open and Eren flings himself upon the couch with a breath of relief. Meticulously neat, tastefully furnished. He settles into the person’s life in which he’s stolen bits and pieces for himself. Almost like a stray dog, as are the people here themselves — he integrates, and leans his head back against the cushions.

[unicorporels]

Levi's movements are noiseless — and fearless. When he finds a good ambush, he lurks from within the shadows of his shared apartment. Yes, this is his domain. He has allowed Eren to live here, he was alone and that meant he was on the menu for the supermarket. No, not the supermarket; the black market and it's varity of explorers and adventurers — the corrupt. Eren once the shells-shocked, feral and implacable — measly child with pipe dreams..

He now looms over him wearing unattractive rings of exhaustion around his eyes, silent and brooding in their private reverie. It was stupid how lazy his spite became with Eren. If it had been like before, it would mean he would spent the rest of the night responsible of some sort of chore. He straightens his silhouette before taking a seat next to Eren. Eventually, the mix of ember-orange coming from the window castes inside like the molten-gold sun he's been told about — the murmurs of voices down the alley. Mist-like almost murky as if he could be dreaming. For a brief moment, he sits within the darkness of his mind, lilting and with clear thoughts.

Levi is unsure how long he had been bobbing in out of sleep. He tries to surface once, maybe twice between reality and fantasy. Time does it's damage when he experiences warmth, but it isn't from a blanket. It's showings signs of life, his memory comes back to him — no warning, moving quick. His expression is cold and savage as he hurls Eren from the couch, bristling like a feline in it's overt sign of aggression. 

[seabois]

Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your own presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement.

Alice Koller 

[sassy-shark-boy]

Can we just appreciate how amazing Levi is?

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[humanityscuriosity-blog]

Hanji jumped, startled by Levi’s voice. She knew very well that he was there, but for some reason she didn’t expect him to answer her back. Was she getting a little worked up? No, definitely not. 

"Of course it’s filthy, it’s abandoned. If I remember correctly from the book I read, the house hasn’t been occupied in…" She tapped her chin. "Hmmm. I think fifteen years now? Since the last couple figured out how haunted it was, they just left." Her eyes searched the room for a place to put the duffle bag. She dropped it on the floor with a thud before kneeling and opening it.  "I’m excited."

[unicorporels]

Levi is appalled from the sight of the house's nastiness. It had also looked like a couple of grunge kids had made their way inside, tagging the place with their signature with little messages that had been scratched out. A couple..? Possible train hoppers, but that wouldn't be necessarily be 'occupying' more like using the house for shelter. 

"Whoever was here sure made themselves at home," he mumbled. Levi scrutinized the message on the wall, but it was scraped to the point where the words couldn't be made out. "Whatever it is," his voice carries down an empty hall, and inevitably he pulls back, taking lingering steps towards Hanji. "It certainly doesn't want us in this shithole." 

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[humanityscuriosity-blog]

            Hanji took her sweet time walking up to the house. It was abandoned. No threatening trespassing signs to ward her off, no asking permission to visit the property… The best kind of place to ghost hunt for an amateur. It was rumored to be one of the most active houses and areas in the county. All hers to investigate, too.  After turning her phone on silent Hanji shoved it in her back pocket. Gripping the duffle bag slightly, she made her way up the old wooden steps. Creak, creak, creak.

"Just the look of this place screams haunted.”

[unicorporels]

Levi followed behind Hanji, greeted by the weightlessness of it's age-old atmosphere. Veils of cobwebs was the first thing he noticed, then dust... Nothing was spared. It was disgusting inside with filth and spots of grime from corner to corner. It would take more than an ordinary cleaning service to restore it back to it's livable condition. He heard the floors echo from underneath their feet, noisy and fractured. They would have to watch their step, he gave Hanji a blank stare as he stepped with care. 

"It's filthy.." 

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[kuroimagi]

An endless moment passes between them, drawn out until it whittles her patience down to the very quick; Mikasa can feel the atmosphere suffocating, falling thick and syrupy on their shoulders like a palpable thing. Her mouth trembles; she bites her lip to prevent it. Rarely is she forced into a the type of succumbing frustration she experiences now, yet with every time family had always been the driving force behind it and this time it was no different. His eyes held an interest, a hunger, though he told her she was unworthy of him. Her family — finally in front of her and now she was being locked out. It wouldn’t happen. Teeth sinking against the thin skin of her inner lip, Mikasa forbade it.

"I won’t do it for you," she grits out, stare locked in place, releasing her bite. Her lip wells with color, a deep and bruised red; her lids feel heavy. Hurt pools inside her chest though she wants nothing to do with hating him. He is now something that is hers, and both she and Eren owe him a debt. Mikasa wants to swallow the bitterness, to treat him like her precious family, and so she takes the venom an ounce at a time. She forces the tension to roll out of her shoulders; her chin lowers demurely, yet the fight is not so easily drained from her eyes. "But you are the only one who will judge me as worthy. I will learn, and fight by your side, and protect those around me…" Her voice growing soft, body language telling as she sways just the slightest bit closer. Subconsciously, she craves his presence — one strong heart drawn to another.

"… And if you choose so that you’ll never accept me, then I will have many more to love in your place."

[unicorporels]

Poisonous she is; scheming, she had spun him into her pity little webbing. He can feel her impatience curdle in his stomach. Same blood, but this term is darker, riddled with condemnation. Levi doesn't speak at her expense, knowing anything could or would suddenly harden her. Scrutinizing her lukewarm expression in it's glory. He never thought her vulnerability looked appetizing, until her voice swoon him. His ego rotated off it's axis momentarily, taking a shallow breath. She is filthy in his eyes, but it satisfied him somehow. He respected her. However, he is instinctively dwelling in disapproval; he was back trudging down a faint path between an oath to the Scouting Legion and a sweltering lineage once forgotten.  

Focused on her, a wet amount of sheer between his lips. ""Tch," Levi snapped with sharpness; confirming her threat was not only futile, but ignorant. He clenched her scarf, squeezing it before propelling her to his level. He could feel his eyes droop, deliberately, and he bumps his knuckles with her neck — insistent, merciless, before abandoning it altogether. "I will be here. You will be here," he murmurs, his voice he struggles to conceal, determined to stand his ground. Shame.. like an open wound that won't heal with an unrelenting fever worsened from infection.  

"You leave me without doubt." 

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[kuroimagi]

"Trust you," Mikasa says blandly, the combination words flavoring her words with the most foreign sensation; she shuts down systematically at the thought, first heart and then mind. Her scarf floats down to settle just under her chin, her mouth drawn tightly, frown stretched over her face. You need me. He is a man capable of protecting what’s left of the human race with only his own means; by default those privileges extend to her. She is not entitled to anything more, and yet the thought that the prized soldier of humankind — this man she’d tried so long to continue to find fault in — is in any aspect hers makes her stomach flip in a way she refuses to admit is familiar.

His voice lulls her, fabric of her uniform rustling as she shuffles closer, her hand returning to rest at her side. “I don’t want to… I will protect him.” Mikasa feels the strength like an undercurrent in her voice, carrying each syllable that falls from her mouth. When she reaches him, standing before him in a display of usual proud recklessness, her dark eyes lock with his own impassive gaze. “I am strong. Even if I’m not strong enough to be worthy of you, I am strong enough to protect the family I have made.” Quiet resolve, running rampant through her. 

"I will show you."

[unicorporels]

She attributed their blood as if she possessed none of it - the entire situation enlightened. As if she drove herself forward on purpose, however, he is unable to feel as if she's being honest, and disregarded her statements. There she was - fighting him with all her strength in ethereal. Mikasa's voice sounds dulcet, though her words are supposed to sizzle him. Levi is curious at her piercing clarity and all the sounds coming from her mouth formed with sharpness he recognized. It all seemed reflective and the swell of a churning stomach magnified.

Levi admires her courage; she stepped closer without his special permission. Even his own team wouldn't come so much as an inch close to him. It wasn't a rule, but had heard his share of offensive whispers - a serial killer - quite literally, he could be the definition. He had known gossip had made it's effective motive. Not that it bothered him, until it wove together his subordinates into small nets between paranoia and trust. He could act as if he acknowledged Mikasa, but completely refused to. Levi resumes reluctant to act expressive, awaiting her impatience and restlessness behavior instead; he knew it would come.

"Show me... You won't regret the choice you've made." 

[talkshitgetangry]

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    This sucked. He didn’t need reason or barking a load of bullocks to the other to explain much of anything, knowing whether he did initiate any sort of trouble or not, the blame was automatically pinned on him. Most of the time, that no good feculent shithole Jean was behind it — yet Eren wasn’t clever enough with his tactics to slam justice anywhere when it came to himself.

      On the other mock hand, he was too loyal. Whether it be something he liked or not, he would do it anyways if instructed to — well, most of the time, if it didn’t involve making rapid decisions that might or might not decide the fate of humanity for a day.

             ”I’ve cleaned this spot about four times by now, sir.               Does it still not look clean enough…”

[unicorporels]

Levi pressed his tongue over the roof his mouth in irritation; the sight of a shredded curtain, snagged when he pulled, and shredded free from the drapery rod with another sharp tug. Fat dust particles swished as he shook the fabric. His mouth twisted ruefully, turning to look at Eren - he would like to imagine that he'd have some sort of telepathic communication with some understanding. A curt gesture with his chin in the direction the dust, he walked to examine his work.

Around him, it grew quiet as he inspected the tables, their legs, the chairs, checking everything from every corner to the floor they connected. It was particularly good. Levi felt almost proud, rearranging the chairs back into their arranged position. He picked a rag from a bucket with a quick twist, wringing water clean from it, and placing it over his shoulder. Now he was going to observe Eren; he wondered how he cleaned and if he did it correctly - this wasn't something to make mockery of.

[unicorporels]

Chest: What item or person does your muse treasure most?

I can't think of an item or person he might treasure as much as I feel like time would be something he treasures. I'm going to break the rules (because that's in character of me) and say - time. He treasures time and doesn't want to waste it on shitty situations and people. 

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Eyes: How does your muse handle intense emotions?

Levi handles emotions the best way he can. (Ignoring intense emotions.) In a world where he can’t spare time on a moment shock or sadness. It would slow him down, he has to completely shut himself off. When the time comes where he can spend a moment. I’d assume it would be sometime before or after sleeping, he would think over replay situations in his head. I guess that would be a way of handling intense emotions. I don’t think he has time like that or is given many opportunities he would want to spend on emotions. (This doesn’t include the time he was able to immobilize Annie along with ‘intense emotion.’)  Literally, he’s the military dog. 

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[kuroimagi]

"You’ve already made your reputation known to me," Mikasa fires back, acid spat from her tongue and searing holes through him, all the venom of a snake tipping the barbs of her words. "Please… let us skip the part where you try once again to intimidate me." Her back straightens, spine a paragon of exemplary poise. "It will just be futile." She tips her chin up, unwavering; from this stance she looks down her nose at him — while it would normally give her the satisfaction she’d prayed for in the past, this does nothing for her save make her feel guilty. She wants to build this bridge, be it out of obligation or not.

"How long have you known?" She asks him again, some of the bite back in her quiet tenor. "My family… here all along, but refusing to be a part of me." Her eyes darken, sullen demeanor stripping the natural gleam from them; her fingers fiddling nervously with her scarf. "I don’t need you after all Eren has done for me," Mikasa threatens, hip bumping against the corner of the wooden table clumsily, each emotion tumbling out of her in sloppy and inarticulate waves. Her face flushes slightly, mouth tickled by the fabric near her lips, and she finally looks away from him. 

[unicorporels]

Levi is a silent phantom, his fingers trace the cracks on the table she rattles. Running the tips on aged crevices as observed her cheeks radiate in flushed embarrassment. All the while, his eyes narrow glazed with hunger. In between, the sound of sprinkling water trickling from the sink and muffled voices behind doors; she stood before him. In her implacable hatred of him, acting absolutely simplistic. As if he would try to establish a bond, that took time in a suffocating world with lurking danger just beyond a wall. "You need me," his voice like velvet, droning.

Her words from before drumming in his mind, her words so vivid it seared him. Mouth once dripping with acid, voiceless. She was looking away from him, hiding under silk eyelashes. A vortex of emotions flood him, seen through beady, glinting eyes. "You want to protect Eren?" he persisted in a gentle hush, shared between the two, dull-faced. "Trust me," Levi assured. The room makes him feel claustrophobic, he could seethe in blasphemy - a reunion worthy of a toast with a plague of a repetitive speeches.