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{ indie & semi-private petra ral. }

Tracking: corauro

soteriax:

_{twilight governs battered anatomy,
sanguine pigment rampant within mercury labyrinths —— ;} 

                           _{( weary symphony,
                            dissonance dotting unspoken lament. )}

 _{it’s a firmament of choices made,
 repercussions suffered ;}

                             _{( sodden wasteland,
                               oh irony.)}

_{and he stands behind her ( a man, still a man ), 
gentle breath ( hummingbird wings )  —— ;
buries the tip of his nose in her hair ( she’s fire, she’s remedy,
                                                          and he finds comfort in her scent. )}

      _{’ the tea is cold. ‘} 

_{attaches no particular emotion to his voice,
gutted.
does not step closer,
does not touch her with brimming fingertips.
there are borders he won’t cross,
and it’s selfish, it’s not.
he is a man who gives everything,
to the best of his ability ———- ;}

             _{sometimes, however, it feels a lot more like nothing.}

<sub>fair skin glows with the moonlight
golden eyes a lost look to them– almost as if they are somewhere else. 

                                         [loneliness has become a friend,
                                                          a friend that creates a void within]

she’s unsure of how long she’s sat there
though perhaps no longer than when she’d received news of his arrival
mere hours ago.

                                                      [why didn’t she go with him?
                                                       what if he didn’t come back?]

she doesn’t hear him come in
a sign that she is lost deep within the abyss of darkness 
when she feels his warmth
tip of his nose within ginger tresses
soft sigh of content released through rose lips
a man
whom she cares for with her soul
back into safe arms again.

                                             "i know. “

lack of emotion is noted
but she knows him all too well
urges to touch him
bring him close
almost overwhelms her
he is a man of duty
responsibility
she vows to protect
but how can she protect him from herself?

                                                      "you made it back.”

this time
emotion isn’t lost in spoken word
a relief
a reminder that either one could possibly

not
             come
                                back.</sub> 

soteriax:

         _{” — it’s a shame.”
Words tangled upon his lips, ringing hollow. Cup his chin, regards her pensively; elaborates not, however, merley observes.}

                      _{“A shame?”}

              _{Words are lost on the ginger as he speaks; he doesn’t elaborate, which puzzles her even more.}

                     _{"What is a shame, heichou?“}

soteriax:

wintersired:

_{Features nourishing naught, vacant canvas painted underneath layers and layers of vacuous regard. A silhouette melting into the ebony of night, translucent to scrutiny. Present, and yet distant, confined in notions weaved by recent —— happenings. Tragedy swarmed his thoughts, an onslaught of sentiment and he blinked, ankle pressed more viciously against his knee. Nobody to see, to discern, yet no tell-tale mouth to grate upon shapes birthed within his marrow. He dwelled soberly, a secure position, his mind a valley of ashes but no scent to disclose its barren state. They were all the same, all too eccentric to fit and too scarred by what they had seen to forget. Levi was, first and foremost, in control of himself, aware of who he was and what he was supposed to do. Responsibility upon his shoulders, resoluteness bright and scorching, no sovereign existence. He operated on orders — which, however, was not to say that he did not believe. He did. He dreamed. Firm, a stone to rely upon, willing to dip his hands into spheres no soul could return from unscathed.}

_{Yet, a pale manifestation in the dark, mercury basins trailed to the unconscious form of Petra Ral, and his thoughts, flecked with portraits of destruction and lives forlorn, froze, iron poured upon his limbs. Sat still, no hunch of migration to be detected, silvery illumination poor. Required no light to see, hands clenching for a sparse moment. Atrophied expression indeed, vague indication: filtered impression trailing after impression, circumstance intimate and alien. The stool underneath was deserving of no praise, but it served a purpose, as did he, and he remained rooted, unbothered by its teeth. Regret mumbled in his ear, sharp and stale, certainly no meal of choice. It was to remain, this whispering creature, but not to dictate.}

_{Levi waited quietly, silence deafening, remembering afternoons of pleasant chatter (no matter how one-sided it may have been, it posed dear memory). Melancholy that stung, a throbbing rivalling the ache permeating his ankle as she resided in alabaster position, covered and battered. Dissonance, a feeling of out of place, a splutter of paint missing its target. Only that, this time around, it was not in his power to wipe it away. She’d either wake or not, a coin still hanging in mid-air. Time running, an endless river, and he watched, watched and watched some more, not patient but —— helpess to alter, to inflict change upon steel.}

_{It was to be, or not, and whichever grasped victory, he was bound to accept.}

             _{Tragedy was not a stranger to Petra.}

       _{Five years was enough to experience death. By now, she was a seasoned veteran, trained to be one of the strongest and toughest soldiers to ever face off against the titans. However, five years was enough to where she’d seen many of those she held close to her die right in front of her. Before she joined Levi’s Squad, it was hard for her to adjust to this lifestyle; it was almost enough for her to want to never want to fight again after her first battle. To be confronted with a titan… it was a horror that was almost unspeakable.}

               _{But, she kept on fighting.}

       _{Delicate hands laid rested on the bed, golden eyes closed as her body remained unresponsive save for the soft, shallow breathing as her chest moved up and down.  Injuries were severe, and many sworn that she had died with the rest of the squad, but she was lucky. Bones broken, a once smooth visage covered with bruises and scratches, and her torso and arms bandaged heavily. She doesn’t know that everyone else from her squad is dead, save for Erd, and it’s unclear on how she’ll take the news.}

      _{She doesn’t know how long she’s been out for but, slowly, she slips away from the dark abyss that is her subconsciousness. Fingers would twitch not unlike a heartbeat, a faint stirring as her head moves. All she knows is that everything hurts, which gets a whimper from her when she accidentally moves her torso a bit too sharply. Golden eyes finally open, and she notices that it’s dark in the room. Where exactly was she? All she remembered was hitting the tree hard, before she blacked out.}

         _{Then, she sees him.}

      _{Petra is faintly surprised when she spots Levi, though it was hard to tell that it was him at first. A sobered expression on his face, she wonders just how long he’s there for. Minutes? Hours? Days? Maybe even weeks? Time is not a concept she’s grasping at the moment, but she supposes that it’s been awhile. Maybe she could ask him.}

                 _{"Hei.. chou..“}

       _{It’s soft, almost too soft for her taste, but it’s incredibly hard for her to talk right now, which surprises her. Just what exactly had happened to her?}

                         _{And, is she going to live?}

desert-rose-book:

http://saiten.under.jp/attackontitan/201307rvpt.html

soteriax:

_{—— hues of cinereous tint fluttering blearily, motion snapping back into lithe limbs. Loss of time, urgent remembrance blanketing thoughts set alight. Meant to move but grew aware of warmth spread across his body, cocooning his shape. Blinked, brows creasing as he glanced to find the component responsible; careful, suddenly, not to stir her awake, slipping upright fluently. No indication etched across his ivory shell, water - continuous, feather and vortex. Gazed upon documents, a gentle mumble expelled, and touched a fingertip to amber silk, tasting its texture. Quietly, naught more than a ghost as he stood, tugging at the blanket to encompass her wholesomely.}

                              _{[ a spark of regret ;; bound, but in another life —}

                                          _{n o}

           _{—- no if, the soldier remembered ]} 

              _{It was only a matter of time before Levi would wake up, this much she knew. However, she didn’t feel him shift, nor was she conscious enough to know that he had covered her with the blanket she’d covered him with just prior. However, when fingers caressed a strand of hair, she leans into it, if only slightly. Dreamland is where Petra is currently, petite frame wrapped warmly as if in a warm embrace that she’d wished for. It’d be a few moments when he’s up and walking, but rose lips are parted. A sleep talker every once in a while, the corporal’s in her dreams. Protecting him, making sure that he’s safe from harm, it’s her duty as his subordinate to keep him safe.}

                        _{However, it’s not going as planned, and it’s then that a murmur spills from her lips.}

                                     _{"Heichou..“}