[ it's such a strange dream. it's not just the content of it, though: it's the feeling of it, how it feels solid and grounded and distinct in a way dreams normally aren't. how he can see every single face in full detail even though he doesn't recognize any of them. that isn't how the human brain works.
it'd be a misnomer to say erwin's unsettled or uneasy over it: curious is better, confused is most accurate.
it's not anything that ever happened, but it feels so real. he can feel the blade in his hand, sinking into his skin, can hear his own voice speaking words he doesn't remember but feel right once they're ringing in his ears.
even with the unnatural clarity of the dream, none of it compares to the vividness of levi. like he's some vision, a light in the dark, a guide through a fog he didn't know was surrounding him.
levi agrees.
erwin wakes with a start, a sharp inhale.
he's where he's supposed to be. he's in his quarters on the mnemosyne, the pristine walls and sharp angles of the ship familiar and comforting in their own way.
still, when he sits up with a sigh and looks at his own hand, he expects to see scarring there despite all evidence to the contrary.
he sighs again, dragging his fingers through his hair as he tries to piece everything back together in his head. ]
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it'd be a misnomer to say erwin's unsettled or uneasy over it: curious is better, confused is most accurate.
it's not anything that ever happened, but it feels so real. he can feel the blade in his hand, sinking into his skin, can hear his own voice speaking words he doesn't remember but feel right once they're ringing in his ears.
even with the unnatural clarity of the dream, none of it compares to the vividness of levi. like he's some vision, a light in the dark, a guide through a fog he didn't know was surrounding him.
levi agrees.
erwin wakes with a start, a sharp inhale.
he's where he's supposed to be. he's in his quarters on the mnemosyne, the pristine walls and sharp angles of the ship familiar and comforting in their own way.
still, when he sits up with a sigh and looks at his own hand, he expects to see scarring there despite all evidence to the contrary.
he sighs again, dragging his fingers through his hair as he tries to piece everything back together in his head. ]
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