Dusk


"It's strange, isn't it?"

"Mmh, what is?"

"Sometimes I watch the sun turn everything to gold, and it takes my breath away."

"What?"

"The sun, the moon, the stars and freedom, and death; they are entangled—entwined into an inseparable knot. Our struggle is drawn out above us; it's the sky we look up at every day."

The man beside him was silent for a moment before opening his mouth.

"Have you lost your mind?"

Erwin turned toward Levi and gave him a small smile. Levi didn't like that smile. It was like a mask; stretched out too far, as if one day, it would snap. He felt a chill run down his spine.

Erwin shrugged, "maybe I already have. To join the Survey Corps, you have to be at least a little crazy, don't you agree?" And he laughed. It sounded a little off.

Not that there was anything okay right now.

Levi stared at the commander standing next to him.

Erwin lifted his eyes upward again and let out a breath. Pink and purple clouds decorated the evening sky, the last golden rays of the sun illuminating their surroundings. Soon the sky would be painted deep red.

Blood-red.

He tore his gaze away from the sky and back to his comrade and friend. Levi lifted an eyebrow. "What?" But Erwin shook his head wordlessly.

They were leaning against a wall. The sun heated bricks warming their backs.

"Maybe you should lay off the alcohol next time."

Erwin nodded, feeling a little unsteady. Usually, he didn't drink, didn't like the taste of it.

But, it wasn't a regular evening.

Normal, huh. What was that even?

What was their usual, was for most abnormal. Brutal. Horrendous.

Erwin sighed and rubbed a hand down his face before once again lifting his gaze upward, the strained muscles in his shoulders and back feeling too tight.

"Yeah," he said, taking in the now crimson sky, "maybe I should."


I wrote this drabble using the following sentence from a prompt generator: Sometimes I watch the sun turn everything to gold, and it takes my breath away. I don't now if it makes much sense, but this is what I came up with.

All the mistakes are mine.