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"Yes," he said in his usual deadpan voice, "now make yourself useful and follow me." (Levi chooses to hide behind his image of authority, and the gleam of the blades speak louder than he.) ~ "I. . .I don't know myself, (F/N). . .there's just something about you." (The moonlight coaxes the sentiment that's been dwelling inside of Levi, growing only, and the tips of his fingers and the beats of his heart all curl, praying this is something Levi doesn't come to regret.) ~ Levi laughs. "Right." (Expressing his sentiment has come as easy as breathing, as batting his eyelashes; he's glad he feels the warmth of something that isn't the impermanence of a Titan's shed blood, he's glad he's able to grasp something that isn't the suffocation of his turmoil. ) Love is strange, love is new, but Levi supposes many things are made in that fashion.
(1) Author's Note.
