Whether Erwin has more magical ability than they thought, or it has nothing to do with magic at all and just the depth of the bond they share, what he's doing does seem to work. Levi's pain is a gentle simmer rather than a roaring inferno, and it seems it will stay that way for now.
He knows Erwin loves him, and still something in his chest does a little flip when the man says he doesn't want him to be hurting. It shouldn't be surprising; he's willing to take on Erwin's pain so he doesn't have to suffer it any hour of the day. And yet, it's still so surreal to have something like this aimed at him instead.
"Easy to say," he mutters, and then he's quiet.
It will get lighter, he knows it will. His wound will heal along the edges. It will never stop hurting, but he will learn to live around it, like he has many times before. He will learn how to keep the sharp parts from poking him too hard and how to do his best to keep it from tearing again. But it will never go away completely.
He wouldn't want it to, anyway. It's the least of what he owes them; remembering.
He stays quiet a while, still, holding onto Erwin, alive, warm, present. He's not sure how much time passes; maybe five minutes, maybe half an hour, but eventually he feels he has to share his thoughts before they push him over the edge again.
"...We bought a house, you know."
It's grumbled into Erwin's chest in melancholy, both arms still around him.
"We were going to tell you this week. You've been saying how you want a bigger place, for all of us. It was supposed to be a surprise."
And then Hange left them.
"Now, I don't know."
Do they keep it as yet another token of their time together, or do they abandon the whole idea now that there's only two of them left? It will probably hurt either way.
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Whether Erwin has more magical ability than they thought, or it has nothing to do with magic at all and just the depth of the bond they share, what he's doing does seem to work. Levi's pain is a gentle simmer rather than a roaring inferno, and it seems it will stay that way for now.
He knows Erwin loves him, and still something in his chest does a little flip when the man says he doesn't want him to be hurting. It shouldn't be surprising; he's willing to take on Erwin's pain so he doesn't have to suffer it any hour of the day. And yet, it's still so surreal to have something like this aimed at him instead.
"Easy to say," he mutters, and then he's quiet.
It will get lighter, he knows it will. His wound will heal along the edges. It will never stop hurting, but he will learn to live around it, like he has many times before. He will learn how to keep the sharp parts from poking him too hard and how to do his best to keep it from tearing again. But it will never go away completely.
He wouldn't want it to, anyway. It's the least of what he owes them; remembering.
He stays quiet a while, still, holding onto Erwin, alive, warm, present. He's not sure how much time passes; maybe five minutes, maybe half an hour, but eventually he feels he has to share his thoughts before they push him over the edge again.
"...We bought a house, you know."
It's grumbled into Erwin's chest in melancholy, both arms still around him.
"We were going to tell you this week. You've been saying how you want a bigger place, for all of us. It was supposed to be a surprise."
And then Hange left them.
"Now, I don't know."
Do they keep it as yet another token of their time together, or do they abandon the whole idea now that there's only two of them left? It will probably hurt either way.