A/N: a quick ficlet.
"A Storm Brews"
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Levi hated storms. They were dangerous. Rain impeded movement. Lightening was dangerous and made use of 3DMG almost impossible. The sound, the bright flash of light–all of it was terrifying to him. Most of all, he hated the way it turned the soft dirt into a gross muck that stuck to everything anything, making it easy to track into the building. The mud reminded him of the underground, the foul smell of the mud and sewage that had once been the ground he had once walked on.
He had never been exposed to it as a child, restricted to the underground, unaware of the way weather passed above ground. First, he had heard the rain. He had clung to his pillow tightly, burying his face in it as the soft pitter-patter seemed to echo again and again until it became something like that of a chatter. He heard the sounds of the cadets running around outside in the rain, somehow enjoying the downpour, much to his own distaste.
And then lightening came. His grip on his pillow tightened. He knew the sound was coming. He couldn't be weak. Calm thoughts, he encouraged himself, calm thoughts. He could only grip his pillow tighter when the sound echoed in the barracks yet again.
He shut his eyes, as a storm brewed inside him. He inhaled again, sharply this time, his heart pounding inside his chest, the soft, robbing ache sending him straight back into his internal hell.
Rather than an immediate thunder sound filling his ears, their was a knock at the door, he sat up, trying to get himself together enough to answer before thunder filled his ears, sending him into a frenzied panic as the door opened, revealing the taller blonde male.
He sighed in relief, before laying on the bed, squeezing his pillow tightly again. Erwin didn't question or say anything, and simply walked to his bed and sat down next to him,
"I'm right here."