years later, after the rumbling and war after war, the dried drops remain somehow unscathed. the bed is still sunken with the weight of the commander's body, as if it never quite left.
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forever thinking abt levi choosing armin so that erwin could rest. finding a standing home and bed to lay him on. laying his cape over him.
thinking about Levi shooing away anyone who tried to help him move erwin. his small frame lifting erwin's tall one into the bed. +
when Erwin's body is carried out, he snaps at anyone who dare let the shadow of their foot touch the blood.
"you'll step on the blood of the Commander who gave his life for the mission?" he snaps. the scouts quickly step away in shame.
Erwin Smith was a giant among titans.
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thinking about the trail of blood from the doorway to the bed. about Levi carefully stepping over each drop. he's cleaned up blood before. white cloth turning pink with the stain. he cant bring himself to this time.
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tucking his feet together, brushing the disheveled hair from his face, adjusting the ODM straps to sit properly across his arms, legs, and chest. a commander must uphold dress code, after all.
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