fuck i thinki accidentally reblogged something before typing up a reply whoops
Restless afternoons would be spent like this. After failed missions, they had a deserved rest, and a little chat. Sometimes they would dream about distant places together, about freedom and the world outside. Sometimes Levi wouldn’t know what to tell her. “I know… I fucking know. Bird are so fucking lucky, aren’t they?”
Meaningless words and dreams that would never be were often exchanged between the two on days like this. “They are.” Having little to do often gave the mind an opportunity to wander— too much for one’s own good at that.
"Levi, why can’t we be birds?"
Sure, they soared through the skies like birds all the time, blades in their hands and freedom’s wings on their backs, but for once, it would be nice to just… Fly. To fly with no purpose, to fly for no reason other than ‘I just felt like it.’ To not have to worry about what’s coming behind you, only focusing on the view around you.
But of course, such thoughts were nothing but silly and unrealistic.
Oh, I know there’s things in there. Like those high heels. Those are certainly in there.
You have no proof. Also what the hell would I be doing with women’s footwear? Sniffing them? I’m not gross like Mike.
Pulling the proof card on me now, are you? Wow. And I dunno, maybe you enjoy wearing women’s footwear? Or maybe Erwin enjoys you wearing them. [A snicker.]