delusionhals

You walked through the HQ. You graduated a few years ago but no one even thought of suggesting you for Squad Leader or anything close to that. It wasn't a lack of skills. No, you were actually quite skilled and useful. The problem was your attitude. You always let your (h/c) hair fall into your face, not bothering to brush it away. It covered half of your face and people wondered how you were able to see. You were the nessecary evil in the Corps. You were the person people looked at and hated, you were the person who they wished never to become. People needed that kind of reminder so you took over that role gladly. Was there anyone who kne

Chapter One: A Morning to Seal Your Fate "Levi, just get me off right now!" Petra said with her arms crossed. "I am not leaving you out here at night. It's too far to walk home." Levi responded irratibaly, casting a glance to his friends Isabel and Farlan. The two sat in the back of the car, listening to Levi and Petra argue. "Then I'll take the bus just pull over." "Petra, stop being stupid." Levi said turning to glare at the auburn haired woman. "Now I'm stupid?! Levi why can't you just admit that-" "Why can't you just drop-" Isabel and Farlan shook their heads at the two overlapping voices. With a sigh Farlan turned to look at the

   “…Levi, what are you doing?”   It was probably a stupid question to ask.   No.   It was definitely a stupid question to ask.   You couldn’t actually believe what you were doing. It was not how you imagined you would spend the first day off of spring you managed to get that miraculously matched your boyfriend’s. When he told you he could get a day off at the same time as you, you were overjoyed with excitement. You thought maybe you could go on a date somewhere, maybe catch a movie in town or have dinner in a nice restaurant. You were even fine with staying at home all day doing nothing, spend the day i

You sat on your usual wooden uncomfortable chair in the meeting room, one oil lamp on the table of the same material illuminating the papers and books in front of you. It was another autumn night you spent on planning expeditions and dealing with the small budget you had for it. Reports and papers about the last area you explored sprawled before your eyes as you tried to draw a map of the known outside the walls area. Your job was simple in words. Put together all the information the Scouting Legion gathered on the area outside the walls and draw maps of it. The first draft of the maps was usually done while on the field, as you drew some de