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(Manga spoilers, swearing - it's also insanely long. Sorry!) The wooden slats of the carriage can't block out the cool evening air, and you shiver a little as you huddle under your cloak. Well, try to huddle. The torture device — sorry, 'corset' — you've been strapped into doesn't really let you bend. Linus, seated opposite, glances away from the window and smiles at you warmly. "I'm sure you're chilly now, Captain, but you'll soon be grateful. The ballroom of Mitras Castle gets awfully stuffy." You look back, despairing that Captain Doctor is so distinctly unbothered about this ordeal. Of course, there's no reason he shouldn't

“You said they could come with us?!” Levi snapped. When the next morning came and Levi awoke from his two-hour-long sleep, the first thing you hit him with was the news of extra companions. To say he was displeased would be an understatement. “Yeah, is that a problem?” “What makes you think you can just decide this shit, [First]? Product of Project HE or not I’m the leader of this group; I decide what happens with it – not you.” “But you’re half-blind and we need the help!” you defended. “And you think you can just decide that, huh? You treat me – your superior

You had never been afraid of much. You were tough, and that was why you had come here in the first place. To this ruined swathe of shattered glass and broken homes. Towers lay on their sides like tilted dominoes. The air was still and devoid of any sound or smell. It felt haunted. And no wonder. So many had died here that just walking among the rubble gave you chills. But you had come here for a reason, and you would see that your duty was fulfilled. Your duty to your family who you had been forced to abandon, and who had no doubt been killed by his hand. A shard of scorched fibre cracked under the sole of your heavy boot. You had come in y

(Manga spoilers, swearing.) Monday You're in the office, filling out requisition forms for new uniforms, when Hange stops by. "I was supposed to give a morning lecture on Corps history to the recruits tomorrow, but Nile just granted permission for me to visit the lab on his base." She thunks an almighty stack of documents on your desk. "Oh-eight-hundred, please. This time, try not to talk about how they'll all die." The longer you gape at it, the bigger the stack gets. "Wha—" "Break a leg!" The slam of the door follows her cheery goodbye. Setting down your pencil, you lift the topmost page, rising slightly from your seat to reach

(No spoilers; swearing. Second part of Book of Days, dedicated to the wonderful ErwinSmithIsMyMan, who has shown endless patience in waiting for her man.) Book of Days Enrolment Day “But that’s fucking ridiculous. I didn’t come all the way here to let you fucking arrest me.” Your “joining the army” plan has not, thus far, been a success. The team of Scouting Corps soldiers faces you with swords drawn. It’s making your best knife look harmless by comparison. A complete overreaction, this. All you did was escape the pigs and land in the middle of the Corps Headquarters asking to talk to whoever is

(No spoilers; swearing. Book of Days is *yet another* Nightfall companion, specifically for showing the important – i.e. dramatic verging on angsty – days that the main series alludes to sometimes.) Book of Days Leaving Day You re-read the letter, the stolen pen’s ink patchy in the kitchen’s candlelight. We always talk about going to the surface. How we’ll bribe our way up somehow, create new identities somehow, and find somewhere to live... somehow. There’s an easier way, but we never talk about it. We could enlist. That’s what I’ve gone to do. It might be hard to convince them to take me

Previous Chapter: http://fav.me/dbeddvb WINDS CALL II. Experience Meeting up with his old ghosts was hard. He had never been a real smoker; the smell (even not so much the taste) always sickened him in spite of any predisposition to tobacco he might or might not had. The first time was with Ester, when he was eight. Some of his (stupid) classmates thought crumbling some plane leaves and wrapping them in a sheet of white paper would be fun to smoke behind the school building after lunch right on (of course) Levi’s spot—which used to allow him a bit of rest after the usual rumpus of the canteen, and that he just refused to leav

You were right. Oh, you were so right about not bothering Levi in the morning, and Erwin was certainly not helping anybody’s case. “Get the fuck out of my sight,” Levi snarls, his grip on your horse’s reins tight despite the three steeds running side by side. You were worried about your equine friend, watching its head tilted at an uncomfortable angle the way Levi forced it – and you by extension – to keep close. “Will you really let your friends die because of something as stupid as pride?” Erwin doesn’t seem fazed by the rolls of anger emanating from Levi. You’re not sure what yo