It's the Little Things
There was a small scar just on the outside of his wrist. It was faint, barely noticeable except for when fingers ran over the divot in the tendon. Another was located on the inside of his left forearm, a clean diagonal line, a cat scratch he explained. Which was a lie, the scar was a little too crooked and jagged, and it was done with short strokes, with hesitation. Four round scars could be found on the outside of his left thigh, the muscle indented, from a dog bite. Fingers pressed into the indentations before moving on, stroking down toned legs, to the variety of scars and bruises that marred perfectly delicate ankles. A hazard of my job.
It wasn't just the marks on his body that were noticed. The grey slate of his eyes was intoxicating, especially when he levelled a particularly bored glance in his direction. The eyes that would sometimes take on a hint of baby blue when the sun shone on them at just the right angle. The goddamn softness of his inky black locks and the soft fuzz of his undercut, that caused a satisfying shiver to wrack his body when fingers were lazily stroked through it. Everything about Levi made him ache, I love him so fucking much.
It was the way that Levi would glance at him, the arch of his brow asking a silent question that no one else would even notice. It was the way that those delicate fingers would thread through his hair at the end of the day coaxing the younger male to sleep. It was the small smiles that would rarely grace his lips, covered quickly by a frown, but there nonetheless. Most importantly, it was the way that he loved so platonically, that every person he encountered actually mattered to him, despite his cold demeanor.
Levi would give his whole being to protect those he cared about. It irritated him to not be able to help everyone all the time, to not be able to cure the maladies that plagued his friends. It was endearing really, to see the cracks in Levi's mask, and to love him all the same, to love him more because of it. His life certainly hadn't been easy, but that was never a thought on his mind, he gave everything he had to those he held close, few as there may be.
This love was most suffocating when they were tangled together in the middle of the night, a heap of limbs and flesh, soft sighs and caresses shared between the two of them. When Levi would take Eren into his mouth, those thin lips stretching into a smirk somehow as Eren's head fell back against the headboard. When Eren slowly pressed his way into Levi, a strangled moan slipping past his lips, as legs hooked high around his waist. The love that was finally, finally, vocalized as they reach their peaks.
Love you, so fucking much, brat.
These were the little things that Eren held onto, as closely as he could, I can't live without him.
