writing excerpts

some of my favourite things i've written. (most of this will probably be attack on titan fan fiction. lol.)

Another time never comes. Not really.
Levi shows up more consistently during the day once his two weeks are up, so theoretically, there have been plenty of times to set aside five, or ten, minutes to talk. But, when Levi really thought about it, what would there be to talk about? He felt no need to discuss the kiss and what it meant, nor where they stand and what they are. He appreciated that, as the days went by, the less likely that time seemed to happen. They worked out. Levi taught. Erwin worked with Mike and Shadis more. They’re working on kickboxing now. The most they’d say toward each other was the usual and casual hi and goodbye. After a while, the kiss became something he didn’t think about anymore.
Levi is not a romantic person. He’d believed this for the entirety of his life. In fact, he’d never given romance more acknowledgment outside of that it existed, and that it was wholly unattainable to him. He didn’t want it. He didn’t want people. He couldn’t imagine himself far into the future either, and even when he tried, it was always him, alone. He didn’t know what career he would have, where he’d live, if he’d have any pets, but he knew he’d be alone.
Levi is not a romantic person. On the train home one evening he watches a young couple near the doors, giggling about something incoherent, the spring sunset tinging their skin gold, pinging off her dainty gold jewelry and his green eyes. She laughs into his chest and he combs her hair back behind her ears, whispering something else that causes them both to bubble up again. They might’ve been drunk. Or maybe that’s what lust does. Maybe that’s what happens when you’re in love. Like everything’s gold and effervescent, and so you are, too.
Levi’s not a romantic person. He stays up that night tracing the heart line of his palm in the same way Pieck did, clutching it against his chest, wondering what Erwin’s lines looked like. If they’re broken. If they’re short. If they could tell you about other people and if his name’s etched right into it.

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