[ She’s been getting complacent. She knows this because she doesn’t notice Levi sneaking up behind her until he’s right there and talking to her. It doesn’t help that the last time she’d really seen him — for her, at least — had been during the disastrous 57th Expedition, when he’d cut Eren from her mouth and destroyed any real hope of returning to her father that she’d had left.
Levi has never been anything but a threat, and even though they’re on a street corner in a different world surrounded by civilians, she can’t help but clench her fists tightly enough that her nails cut into her palms. ]
Clearly.
[ Levi is by no means tall, but he has a few centimeters on her, and they’re close enough that she has to tilt her head up to meet his eyes. He’s a far cry from the blur of swords and wires and threats that she’d met beyond Wall Rose. It’s disorienting, even more so since he’s wearing his uniform, but is so clearly not the same Levi that she’d fought that it makes her head spin. Almost unconsciously, she shifts her weight into a fighting stance, all thoughts of doughnuts mostly forgotten.
Last time she’d seen him, she’d killed all of his team members. Doesn’t he remember that? Why isn’t he doing anything? Her eyes dart from Levi’s face to the street, as if there’s an escape route magically waiting for her. She needs to escape. She needs to stall ]
What’s with that? [ She nods at the brace on Levi’s leg, the first thing she can think of that might draw this conversation out enough for her to flee. ]
no subject
Levi has never been anything but a threat, and even though they’re on a street corner in a different world surrounded by civilians, she can’t help but clench her fists tightly enough that her nails cut into her palms. ]
Clearly.
[ Levi is by no means tall, but he has a few centimeters on her, and they’re close enough that she has to tilt her head up to meet his eyes. He’s a far cry from the blur of swords and wires and threats that she’d met beyond Wall Rose. It’s disorienting, even more so since he’s wearing his uniform, but is so clearly not the same Levi that she’d fought that it makes her head spin. Almost unconsciously, she shifts her weight into a fighting stance, all thoughts of doughnuts
mostlyforgotten.Last time she’d seen him, she’d killed all of his team members. Doesn’t he remember that? Why isn’t he doing anything? Her eyes dart from Levi’s face to the street, as if there’s an escape route magically waiting for her. She needs to escape. She needs to stall ]
What’s with that? [ She nods at the brace on Levi’s leg, the first thing she can think of that might draw this conversation out enough for her to flee. ]