“If Levi tells anyone that his ankle flares under the vice-like grip of December’s chill, he will no longer be The Strongest. If he tells anyone that, perhaps there are little reflections of him in the turn of her nose, or the hard set ridge of her mouth, he will have to come to terms with the fact that she is an Ackerman, in name, and reason, and manner. And Ackermans, like old injuries, hinge to the back of his heel, falling like snowflakes that catch in her hair. If he tells anyone that he is no longer The Strongest, she will stitch his remaining responsibility and duty into the patchwork of her uniform; she will carry the echo of a million slain Titans with every footfall; she will champion humanity with blade and blood, and collect ghosts and loved ones like wounds that have yet come. So he exhales, stretches his foot, and tells her to fasten her fucking cloak already.”
rivamika: what we do when it’s cold outside prompt
November 11   59♥


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