LovelyBones98

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Arrow after arrow buries into the straw practice dummy, making it jerk with each blow. You mechanically reach over your shoulder into your quiver, nocking an arrow with movements so automatic you don't even register doing them. Your body is taut with outrage as you loose another arrow, hitting the crude man-shaped effigy straight in the center. Your fingers are aching, legs and back straining with the effort of standing in one place for so long, but you reach for another arrow, seething with indignation. How dare he? How dare he? The image of the stoic swordsman’s face flickers in your mind's eyes- his own eyes

Levi sat stiffly on the edge of an uncomfortable seat made of plastic, his hands clenched together in his lap as his grey eyes watched his five-year-old son run around multiple couples as music echoed around the large hall of his old highschool, his son’s eyes gleaming with happiness as he let out childish laughter. Levi watched from the safety of the dark corner as he admired his son’s emerald coloured eyes, the colour sometimes making him question if Eren was really his child. His Mother did not- had not had such an entrancing green in her eyes, and Eren sure as hell did not get his eye colour from his Father. No matter, Levi lo