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inverno :: levi x reader
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The sun fell behind the white-capped mountains as it expanded its glow, then slowly guttered like a candle. The branches were bare, the snow crunched beneath your feet, and the grass was a white-yellowed gray. You feared winter—you know what it brought. It brought a cold upon the valley like an oncoming death, glacial wind breaking through the thin barrier on human bodies, and the lack of animals to hunt and feed on. But most of all, it was the darkness. It was a darkness that was so complete that even the pale-lit hours would be choked and succumbed.
The night clouds remained high and thin, and the wind ripped the dead sticking leaves off of the tips of branches. You thought of the terrible cold like Death's hands prickling at your neck and skin as you felt trapped in the wilderness outside the walls. Your breathing shallow. Cold puffs of breath nipping at your nose.
Your comrades strode underneath the naked trees. Numb. Shivering. Exhausted. Dehydrated. Cold. All chilled by the clarity of their mindless minds adrift. A hundred soldiers. A hundred out of millions of civilians that burrowed themselves in their cabins at night, red-hot flames licking the stone fireplace and flickering up in heated petals. A lovely, warm glow reflected on their faces. Just by the thought of warmth made your pulse rise in your throat. There was no doubt that one of these tarrying soldiers will collapse, their faces slicken with their own sweat and the dampness of the snow. Their shuddering would be audible, you predicted, then there would be silence. A chilling, yet expecting silence.
Levi strode beside you. Crow's feet spread at the corners of his down-turned eyes, and flakes of silver snow clung onto the strings of his wispy, feathered bangs. The tips of his ears were frostbitten, despite his hood concealing the peak of his head. His nose was red and relucent. Occasional sniffs were heard from the corporal's direction. The rest? Silence. Not a twitter of a bird. Not a whisper of wind. Not a stomp of a titan. Even then he looked as flawless.
"C-Corporal," you breathed, paying no heed to your shivers. He glanced at you with an expression that you somehow could not fathom. You nudged your head to the mountains, despite how long it took him to realize your motive. "Look at the mountains."
They towered and wrapped around the blanketed lands. A little above the base of the mountains was blue-black sky with tints and afterglows of amethyst. Stars like thousands of snowflakes littered the heavens above, and frothy clouds smeared like bubbles over the dark canvas. His slitted eyes split open at the sight that was offered to him. You could nearly see how it soaked inside of him as if he were a sponge.
"It's beautiful."
A handful of members trotted ahead, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of hooves against compacted snow, but you and Levi remained behind as your necks craned up at the sky. His hand twitched, and you lost all feeling of warmth on the tip of your nose.
"Your neck will be stiff, Y/N," he warned you. "We're behind."
"Isn't it wonderful, though?" you whispered. "This isn't something you see everyday. I'll be damned and sent to hell if the only thing I worry about is a crick in my neck."
His small grunt could have been easily mistaken for humor. "That you will."
Titans were dormant. Members were miles ahead. Snow began to flutter down like dust, and melted as soon as the flakes grazed against your skin. You prayed deep down inside to any invisible, imaginable god, that a titan won't flock about and consume you both. At least the sky will be my last sight, you thought. and Levi. Your knuckles brushed against his, and you dared not to look away from the sky. You could feel his steely eyes dig a hole in your head, you could hear the boil of his gaze like a mouthful of spittle. And you gathered the courage to take his freezing, blue-pale hands in yours. His fingernails were short, stained with blood, and littered with cuts. Yours were no different, but he wasn't wincing with distraught.
In contempt of his own numbness, he squeezed your hand in return.
The night clouds remained high and thin, and the wind ripped the dead sticking leaves off of the tips of branches. You thought of the terrible cold like Death's hands prickling at your neck and skin as you felt trapped in the wilderness outside the walls. Your breathing shallow. Cold puffs of breath nipping at your nose.
Your comrades strode underneath the naked trees. Numb. Shivering. Exhausted. Dehydrated. Cold. All chilled by the clarity of their mindless minds adrift. A hundred soldiers. A hundred out of millions of civilians that burrowed themselves in their cabins at night, red-hot flames licking the stone fireplace and flickering up in heated petals. A lovely, warm glow reflected on their faces. Just by the thought of warmth made your pulse rise in your throat. There was no doubt that one of these tarrying soldiers will collapse, their faces slicken with their own sweat and the dampness of the snow. Their shuddering would be audible, you predicted, then there would be silence. A chilling, yet expecting silence.
Levi strode beside you. Crow's feet spread at the corners of his down-turned eyes, and flakes of silver snow clung onto the strings of his wispy, feathered bangs. The tips of his ears were frostbitten, despite his hood concealing the peak of his head. His nose was red and relucent. Occasional sniffs were heard from the corporal's direction. The rest? Silence. Not a twitter of a bird. Not a whisper of wind. Not a stomp of a titan. Even then he looked as flawless.
"C-Corporal," you breathed, paying no heed to your shivers. He glanced at you with an expression that you somehow could not fathom. You nudged your head to the mountains, despite how long it took him to realize your motive. "Look at the mountains."
They towered and wrapped around the blanketed lands. A little above the base of the mountains was blue-black sky with tints and afterglows of amethyst. Stars like thousands of snowflakes littered the heavens above, and frothy clouds smeared like bubbles over the dark canvas. His slitted eyes split open at the sight that was offered to him. You could nearly see how it soaked inside of him as if he were a sponge.
"It's beautiful."
A handful of members trotted ahead, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of hooves against compacted snow, but you and Levi remained behind as your necks craned up at the sky. His hand twitched, and you lost all feeling of warmth on the tip of your nose.
"Your neck will be stiff, Y/N," he warned you. "We're behind."
"Isn't it wonderful, though?" you whispered. "This isn't something you see everyday. I'll be damned and sent to hell if the only thing I worry about is a crick in my neck."
His small grunt could have been easily mistaken for humor. "That you will."
Titans were dormant. Members were miles ahead. Snow began to flutter down like dust, and melted as soon as the flakes grazed against your skin. You prayed deep down inside to any invisible, imaginable god, that a titan won't flock about and consume you both. At least the sky will be my last sight, you thought. and Levi. Your knuckles brushed against his, and you dared not to look away from the sky. You could feel his steely eyes dig a hole in your head, you could hear the boil of his gaze like a mouthful of spittle. And you gathered the courage to take his freezing, blue-pale hands in yours. His fingernails were short, stained with blood, and littered with cuts. Yours were no different, but he wasn't wincing with distraught.
In contempt of his own numbness, he squeezed your hand in return.
It's late, I'm bored, and I had nothing else to do but to write. Let's just think of this as my starter as a rabid fangirl hobbyist writer. I hope you like this silly attempt of writing I did.
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Very beautiful writing style and the imagery was perfect.