ue-to-osorenai:

_{“You wanna try it? It isn’t that hard once you get the hang of it.”}

“… No, I’d rather not.”

ue-to-osorenai:

_{ravezwart said: ….. ….. …}

_{[Belches quietly.]}

_{[ Quietly sighs through her nose. ]}

wholesoldier:

_{[ A quiet sigh escapes through her nose, eyes trailing over her friend’s sleeping form. He’d been at it again, wearing himself out to the point of exhaustion and sleeping in the most uncomfortable-looking positions. ]}

_{[ Cloak in hand, she noiselessly drapes her cape’s fabric over him, careful not to wake him. Dark eyes seemed to twinkle with the slightest hints of amusement as she gazed down at his sleeping face. A well-deserved rest… despite it not being the most comfortable. ]}

_{You have psychic power. You can carry on for others with joy. You have a receptive nature and may bear burdens for others. You are pragmatic, thorough, strong-willed, practical and stubborn at times. You are hard working, often martyr to duty. You like home and security above all. You are intuitive and might be interested in the arts, drama or science.}

_{You desire to inspire and lead, to control other’s affairs. You are giving, courageous and bold, action oriented,energetic and strong willed. You want to make a difference in the world, and this attitude often attracts you to cultural interests, politics, social issues, and the cultivation of your creative talents.}

bloodiedwingsx:

_{He had no solid excuse for being up right now.
And while he could bullshit to save his life, he couldn’t help but wonder what had called him out here, what had drove him from the warmth of his bed and into the frigid arms of the night. Once upon a time, he’d been something akin to a creature of the night, lurking in the shadows and using them to his advantage, but that had been a long time ago—and those were ways he had long since shed. Familiar green cloak tucked securely around his shoulders (in some ways it served as a quiet reassurance, though he’d never admit to that), a small ‘huff’ of a noise escaped the Captain as he slowly made his way along the grounds, attention briefly turning to the sky, effortlessly getting lost in his thoughts.}

_{It was going to rain—no, it was going to storm. Judging by the shape of the clouds and sharp bite of the wind, it was going to be a violent one. Any expeditions they had planned would probably be put on the back-burner, at least until the storm died. It was hard enough to fight the titans on dry ground; mud would make it nothing short of a suicide run. A brief memory stirred at the mention of a suicide run, but like so many others, it was pushed out of his conscious mind, instead lingering on the subconscious as something that would haunt him until he chose to acknowledge it.}

_{Lips pressing into a thinner line, the Captain dropped his attention from the sky, the soft thud of footsteps—the noise was soft, someone was either sneaking or incredibly light on their feet—wrenching him away from the crash-course his mind had been trying to take. There was a time and a place to remember, to regret, and it wasn’t when he was out in the open like this. Shoulders and back stiffening, the Captain gave a small ‘tsck’ when he caught sight of the supposed intruder; what a shame, he’d been looking forward to beating the hell out of the unfortunate soul attempting to spy.} 

_{—Though, her presence raised more questions than answers.} 

_{Ackerman, Mikasa: the soldier worth one hundred men, or so he’d been told. One of Jaeger’s friends, though that only made her more questionable to the Captain. Coming to a halt, Levi took a moment to simply regard the younger soldier, taking in the subtle cues from her body language, thoroughly unimpressed with the display.}

_{Simply put, he didn’t trust her.}

_{“Ackerman,” he acknowledged after another moment of silence, a slim brow raising in an (almost) unspoken question. “Why’re you out here? Isn’t exactly time to see the sunrise yet, and I doubt you’re the kind to star-gaze.”}  

_{And this man just did what she hoped he wouldn’t do. As if he’d read her mind. … As if he’d done that on purpose.}

_{She could feel the corners of her lips contort by the slightest, tugging themselves into the faintest of frowns. Certainly, it was but a mere inquiry a superior of hers had voiced out; and of course, superiors within the military had their rights to knowing about their private soldiers’ general activities. There was caution to take into consideration. She was well aware of that fact, and she knew it was a given. And yet, the irrational thought that still nagged at the back of her mind just wouldn’t die down.}

_{Lips remained pursed as his questioning voice lingered in the air. But an exhale then escapes through her nose; an inaudible yet lackadaisical sigh, and her chin tips down by the slightest, lowering her gaze to the grass beneath her feet. Fleeting seconds of silence ticked by as quick as the swift gust of wind that brushed past their figures and swayed their cloaks into dancing along with it. And, obliged to respond, slim lips soon parted to speak.}

_{“… I’m aware of that.” Words merely above a whisper drawled out like the sigh of the winds swept through the trees, and her voice was flat, unchanging.}

_{And yet, even as she racked for a more proper response past the disconcerted thoughts that still reeled in her mind, she found herself unable to give an answer, much to her inexpressible chagrin. Or, at least one that she deemed fitting to give the Captain. After all, he certainly didn’t seem to care for trifling, personal matters. Assuming that she was willing to share her own matters with him in the first place, that is.}

_{But, there was another thing to consider. If she won’t give him a satisfactory answer soon… To be fair, she wasn’t quite sure what he would do. But she foresaw nothing pleasant coming out of it. And though she truthfully wasn’t afraid of him per se, testing his patience seemed like a rather suicidal thing to do, from what she’d observed of him so far. And frankly, she just wasn’t feeling up to going through more disturbances than necessary.}

_{“It seemed like a fair night… The interior felt stifling to me.” It wasn’t too far from the truth; but, well, if one considered some chilly gusts of wind any indication to ‘fair’ weather, then so be it. Her gaze soon shifted to the Captain’s direction, casting a sideways glance at him. “… And I assume you’re here for the same reason.”}

_{Words intended to be a question, yet passed through her lips like a mere statement. Perhaps that was a bold thing to say. And to imply that he might have done the same as she did, if asked about his presence in turn; that he might have tried to evade her question had she asked him, was as risky as treading over thin ice.}

_{Though despite the impassive look she wore to counter the disinterest she assumed the man to express, to say she wasn’t even the least bit curious about his approach would have been a lie as well.}

ue-to-osorenai:

_{With a deep breath, she looked up at Mikasa. One hand gripped her companion’s sleeve like a vice as she shakily drew the courage to recount her experience. Ymir had once again pulled the wool over her eyes.} 

_{“She told me a story about how the girl’s barracks are haunted. Every year at least one girl goes missing without a trace because of it. No one’s gone missing yet this year so she said it’ll happen soon.” She shook her head rapidly as if to dispel the notion, “She said the ghost comes and snatches you away! Just like that!”}

_{Well, at least Sasha was listening and did as she told her to. That was a good sign. Patting the back of the hand that clutched at her sleeve, she listened in turn. Whether or not that was some sort of vague attempt to soothe her, however, was left up in the air.}

_{And in all honesty, she found the story to be rather… overused. Was that really all Ymir had to pull out to frighten the girl? A voiceless sigh escaped her lips.}

_{”… And? Do you believe it?“}

_{♔ : //cracks knuckles. Let’s get down to business to defeat the drafts.}

wholesoldier:

     _{A smile brighter than the sun spread across Armin’s lips, face lighting up to match. Why Mikasa’s words made him so happy, he wasn’t sure, but they did. He could think about all of that later, he supposed, but for now he would assume the happiness he felt was due to nothing more than that strange sort of family bond the three of them shared. It made enough sense to him.} 

     _{”Do you know when he’s going to be done with his chores?” He asked, head lolling to the side curiously. Their superiors liked to keep Eren busy, which was understandable enough, even if Armin did feel a little upset about it form time to time. His and Mikasa’s time with him had been cut into very short intervals during meals and right before curfew. It was sad. “I wanted to show him this thing I read in one of my books earlier..”}

     _{It was hard not to smile back upon seeing such an animated expression on his face; Armin’s smile was infectious indeed. A corner of her mouth tugged itself upwards, and a faint half-smile surfaced from her features. It seemed that her words had lifted his spirits somehow, and for that she felt glad. After all, what with all the things they’ve been through together, he deserved to feel free to smile as genuinely as he wanted to.}

     _{"Ah… He still has cleaning duties left to take care of, if I recall right.“ Though she would not let that fact dampen his mood. And besides, though she tried not to let it show, she was just as eager to see her adoptive brother as Armin was, if not more. Their time together felt far too short to be appeasing, in her opinion. "But by now, he might be at the stables. We could stop by to check on him if you’d like.” So long as none of their superiors caught any of them in the act.}

wholesoldier:

     _{”See? Nothing to worry about.” He assured once again, nodding as if to solidify his own belief in the statement. He was worried too, but he was slowly learning how to hide that concern better than Mikasa. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing that she worried, but.. she sure was a firecracker when Eren was in danger. No one, not even Armin himself, could ever tell what she would do if something bad happened. It was understandable  She and Eren had been through a lot together. “Would you like to go get some dinner to take your mind off things, or are you busy?”}

     _{Her lips were pursed as a low, quiet hum rose from her throat; a sound that acknowledged Armin’s reassurance. She knew better than to rely too much on her instincts and let it hinder her rational thinking. Impulsiveness will lead her to nothing but trouble. She’s already experienced that lesson first-hand… and yet…}

     _{"No, it’s fine…. I don’t really feel hungry.“ There was no need to dwell upon those thoughts now. And she saw no need to show anymore concern towards it in front of Armin… lest she makes him more worried than the concern he’d initially expressed. Oh. Speaking of concern–}

     _{”… Ah. Unless you’re going to have dinner now. I’ll come with.“}