Sea, Sand, Salt, and More Sand
So, this was the ocean, huh.
Levi turned his gaze upward, toward the clear blue sky high above him, a warm breeze tousled his hair, and he let out a long breath. Sand, salt and more sand. He hadn't been here long, but he already knew he didn't like all that sand. It would get everywhere. And he didn't entertain the idea of having to mop his floor because it got into his boots.
The kids didn't seem to care. Splashing around, crying, laughing, in water that could contain who the fuck knew what. Levi shuddered. He was just perfectly fine standing here, a few good meters away, safe from all that salty liquid. Though, he couldn't help but feel a spark in his chest. A warmth. A melancholy.
He shifted his stance and swallowed.
Somewhere, far away, a bird let out a high-pitched shriek.
He let his gaze wander again.
The kids dashing around in the water was one thing, though, because then there was Hange. She was running around, carelessly and starry-eyed, informing him loudly about each new thing she encountered, and he was honestly beginning to worry that—
"Levi! Look! Look what I found!" He sighed. The following instant she was next to him, face gleaming with excitement and strands of hair standing up in every direction. She pushed something into his hands. He drew back a step. "What the hell—" And he looked down and got a good look at what that 'something' actually was.
It was dark green and, slimy.
"FUCK." And he threw it away, as hard and as far as he could. It soared through the air before landing into the blue sea water with a splash.
"NOO... why did you do that?"
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He quickly began searching for a napkin.
"Important research! There are so many interesting things here and—"
He threw her a deadly glare, wiping off his hands before crossing his arms.
She sighed exasperatedly, sweeping some loose hairs out of her face.
"On a scale from one to ten, how bad do you want to kill me right now?"
He stared at her, face blank. And she did her best not to let a smile turn up the corners of her mouth.
"I'm hovering somewhere in the high thirties."
The smirk which he was greeted with made him instantaneously reconsider that number.
Damn shitty-glasses.
I wrote this small story using the following sentences from a prompt:
"On a scale from one to ten, how bad do you want to kill me right now?"
"I'm hovering somewhere in the high thirties."
I finally managed to write something happier! Although I already have a few more ideas for angsty fics.
Hope you enjoyed this short fic!
All the mistakes are mine.