HELLO READERS. All right, so a wee update on my situation will be at the end of this chapter because my god you have waited long enough! Thank you though for your patience, you wonderful people, I hope this has been worth the wait, but like I said details of situation below!
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Warning: From here there will be aspects of lore etc. from the Manga so yeah Spoiler alert, but if you're already reading fanfic, I'm guessing most of you are prepared for that? Anyway warning applied! Nothing explicitly outlined as being part of the manga, but it be there!
Thanks for reading, and for sticking with me! I hope this was worth the wait!
He wasn't happy with the horses they left for us. Shocker. Personally I was surprised they had left any at all, presumably he'd asked them to. I wonder how that exchange had gone; did Levi ignore an order? Or did Erwin tell him to come get his pet? I watch the road ahead as my head ticks it all over. He's been looking at me occasionally all the way through our journey, starting with our progress on foot from my hideout, all the way to here as we ride away from the trees. I won't lie; it's pissing me off. At first I wondered if he was just extra cautious of me, knowing the full extent to my shifting abilities now, but then I push that idea away. You don't fuck something you're scared of. Then again maybe he would… I snort a little to myself, perhaps even he wasn't that masochistic. So why the glances? Did he expect me to try and give him the slip? There was no way I could do that; on a good day I'd barely manage, and right now I was still healing up and recovering. There was no chance. So again I ask myself, why the fuck does he keep looking at me?
We get a few miles away from the treeline when I finally give in and flip the bird at him. He clicks his tongue.
"What's that for, brat?"
"For your fucking staring, sir." I clarify and raise a brow at him, he meets it with an unimpressed look which I just sneer back at. "Stop it, or I'm going to throw a blade at you."
"Not likely." He says blandly, but he doesn't deny the staring.
"But not impossible. Look, if I had known you'd end up being all weird like this I'd have never told you, god dammit." I grit my teeth and push my horse a little faster, still wishing I hadn't told him the damned truth. He rides faster, matching my pace and riding closer. I glance his way and glare. "Cut that shit out and all. I'm not about to run off, what would be the point?"
"I just wanted to get close enough to do this." And he smacks me on the back of the head. Hard. I look down at my gear, a fresh set left by a horse for me, and I wonder if I should just shave his damned head, give him something else to focus on that way. "I'm still processing your little sob-story all right, fucking liar anyway, you claimed to never have one."
"You remember my words a lot better than I do Levi, you weird little memory bank, but even I did say that? I will have meant it. Just because you've decided it's some heart-breaking lamentation about my life, doesn't mean I consider it that." I sigh and try to look at the horizon again, trying to ignore the continued scrutiny from the man. But there it is, that heat I feel when he's staring at me, or perhaps it's a glare?
"I feel sympathy, is that a damn crime, Senefold?"
"When it's coming from someone like you? I see it as pity." I tsk at him, and he laughs bitterly. It such an alien noise, but I don't react, I just hold the rein tighter.
"Fucking hypocrite."
"Say what not?" I demand angrily, and he smirks at me in that irritating fashion of his.
"Just because you see it as pity doesn't mean I do." He snickers and rides at a normal distance again. I admit it was annoying to have a mirror shoved in my face, but I was glad to know he hadn't become some whimpering numbnuts because we'd had sex. Not that I expected him to, but connection does weird shit to people. That much I did know. Still I didn't understand why it had happened, sure he was damn attractive in an angry pixie-slave-driver-bastard way, but why the hell had I risked it? I guess logic hadn't had much to do with it. One minute we were talking and the next… well… I sigh and try to clear my head.
"Fair enough, Captain. Touché and all that jazz, but can you stop peeking over at me like some paranoid mother?"
"I have a couple reasons to want to keep you alive now, brat. And not just because of your damned past, you know that, so suck it up."
"Kinky in the circumstances, but I've never done that on a horse—"
"For fuck sake…" he groans into his hand and I laugh loudly, "Just accept the fact I'm invested in your survival all right?"
"So romantic." I sigh with a flutter of my lashes and he rolls his eyes. We ride on in a weirdly comfortable silence considering how my head is whirring away. A couple of reasons eh? So was it that he actually gave a shit about me? Or was it all just orders from the top dog? Had this all been a ploy to get me back inside the walls where they could chain me down and study me? Or… and this seemed wholly unlikely, was it genuine affection? The idea of him actually having formed an attachment to anyone, let alone my sorry ass, seemed implausible. But perhaps not impossible.
In all honesty I hadn't been nearly as daunted about telling him the truth of my powers, as I had expected to be. I had expected to stutter the whole way, hide my face behind my hands and become the idiot of a tit that I so clearly was when confronting shit. But no. It poured out all matter-of-fact, and in all honesty I think that freaked him out more. Not that he'd admit it. But he definitely got a bit paler, which was interesting.
After we'd had our shower and the rather touchy elephant in the room had reared its head, there was no way of avoiding it. I sat him down and made us some tea, the amount of surprise on his face was getting a little old. Yes, I have tea and a kettle, my god how is this possible? It's easy enough to steal this shit… jeez.
"So come on then, you're a Titan shifter... details." He said as I handed over the tea and sat next to him. I'd been surprised that he hadn't shuffled away, or even seemed as though he wanted to distance himself whilst I explained it all. I'd sat that close to him out of curiosity, but no, he stayed put and watched me closely as ever. I knew then that it'd be a weird conversation. I set my cup down and crossed my legs.
"All right, but just… don't… I dunno… over-react."
"Yeah because I'm the one always flipping out…" he drawled and I just rolled my eyes at him. Of all the times for him to be a sass-ass he chose then? I quelled my anger though and drew a long, calming breath. I'd never spoken to anyone about how it all happened, I mean other than the squirrels, who the hell would I have told?
"How much do you wanna know?" I asked a little dumbly whilst I fiddled my hands together nervously. This was big even for an unfeeling bitch like myself. This was my life, this was my secret, and yet I was going to lay it all out there for him. Shit. When he didn't respond with a snappy comment, or a berating about me wasting time, I looked at him and stared a little. He was watching me closely, but he looked confused. I tilted my head. "Levi?"
"As much as you feel comfortable with me knowing, I guess." He shrugged, a look of affection glimmering in and out of existence. I nodded, it made sense, not that he didn't want to know, but that he knew if he demanded shit he wouldn't get it. He was a clever git, I'd give him that.
"I was eight when I was given the power… not sure 'given' is the right word... but anyway, a man had been coming to our family home periodically over the past two weeks or so, maybe longer. This wasn't out of the ordinary, my parents frequently got checked on by 'the family'. We weren't important, but still, blood was blood apparently. So they kept us with enough money to keep the roof over our heads, and a decent amount of alcohol keeping my parents docile in their uselessness."
"What do you mean, 'the family'." He repeated and I just shrugged, he didn't seem to trust that at first but really there wasn't much I could tell him.
"I don't know, it was something my parents would say all the time. 'The family' look after us, 'the family' expects things… I dunno what it was referring to, as far as I was aware we were about as important as a piece of dog-shit." I explained, and he had this odd look in his eye but he just shrugged again and waved at me to continue.
"So anyway, they talked to this man and at the end of the two weeks, he asked me to follow him outside. At first I didn't even move, he had never spoken to me before directly, and now I was meant to go with him? I wasn't the brightest spark, but even I had alarm bells ringing. My parents had a big bag on the table, I could hear gold moving around inside it." I frowned down at my hands, it felt weird to be going into the past like that. So open and calm. How was it I had got to this point with this guy? I fought tooth and nail over my damned name in that cell, and yet there I was, spilling my past out without a care. I looked at him and frowned; how had he done this?
"Take your time, brat, I'm in no hurry. I get not wanting to talk." He sighed, sipping at his tea without so much as a glance at me. There was no force there, not a single note of demanding. I didn't trust it, but at that point I didn't really see the advantage it would bring him knowing how I got my ability. It couldn't be used against me after all.
"When I didn't move, he got a bit impatient. He dragged me out to a wagon. It was all very legit as you can imagine, but I just went along with it after that. There didn't seem to be much point in fighting it."
"You didn't fight?" he scoffed, and I just shrugged, this seemed to bother him as he grit his teeth.
"I wasn't always so… opinionated, Levi. When I claimed to not give a shit about my parents, I meant it. Hating them for their uselessness would require me to be bothered about their existence, and I'm not. I wasn't back then either. Emotions take a lot of effort to maintain, and they weren't worth it. They didn't see me as worth it, so why fight it? I knew this guy had paid them for whatever was about to happen, so there wasn't much I could do."
"Please don't tell me he—"
"He didn't fuck me, no." I sighed, turning to him with a smirk. He paled a little then. "Why would I be telling you about the time mummy and daddy used me as a child prostitute? What does that have to do with me being a Titan?" I laughed at him, and he just swallowed some more tea.
"Get on with it then, damn brat."
"When went into the forest, like… a few miles in. Then he stopped and looked all pale and weird. All he said was 'I hope this works out all right, you better prove better than your damned parents…' to which I just kind of laughed. He didn't seem amused. Then he jabbed me with a syringe and I woke up however much later in the clearing."
"That's it?" he said with a grimace, and I kind of felt like laughing in his face. What had he expected some big ceremony, some call to grace by the lords on high? I was a small little shit stain in the wrong place at the wrong time, and I ended up being made into… whatever the hell I am. No glamour, no precession.
"That's it. When I woke up my head was pounding, and the wagon was trashed. The guy was gone, but he left a shoe behind weirdly… I don't really know what happened to him, but from that point on, whatever the fuck was in that syringe? It made me into a shifter. Unless I always was one and that stuff triggered it… I dunno…"
"Did you go home?" he asks, staring into this teacup. At that point I did laugh, I looked up into the canopy, wondering if he had imagined me living wild since I was a kid. Presumably he suspected me of lying about my time in the wild, thinking I had been here longer than a decade. But no. I hadn't.
"I was a kid, I had nowhere else to go. When I got back I found them counting their gold. I still don't know how long I was out there in the woods for, might have been days. Over the next few years I found it way harder to control my temper, and a couple times I ended up totally losing it, I'd end up boiling water by holding a cup… it… it was weird. It was real messy for a lot of years… then ten years ago I hit the road." I summarised with a shrug and he frowned, I smiled at him a little, trying to elevate that look. But he just continued to frown. I rolled my eyes. "What is it now? I'm not holding anything back, seriously."
"Why did you run?" he asked, and he shifted himself to make me look at him. The way his eyes seemed to soften made me want to recoil and run for the fucking hills. Why did he care? He saw my hesitation and rolled his eyes this time. It seemed neither of us had much patience for the other anymore. "Simple enough question, brat."
"I know it is… I just… why do you care?"
"Because I do, does there have to be a reason behind everything?"
"Generally speaking… kinda." I replied, and he gritted his teeth. I knew that look. It was like… I swallowed hard as I considered the possibility he really cared about me. And once again I wanted to mount that damn elephant in the room and ride for the horizon. Humans were too damned messy!
"I want to understand, Alexia. That's all." He sighed, scraping his hair back. And in truth I wondered what he meant by that and all. Understand me? Or understand why he wanted to know? I snort at myself again as I think about my answer, he really made this old brain think didn't he?
"I ran because… well the final straw was when they were trying to sell me off again, and I was sick of being their damn Christmas bonus. This time it was for marriage or something, I dunno, something to do with 'the family' again. But I was done. So I ran, and I kept running till I hit the wall, and then I ran past that as well. Never looked back. Instead I was dragged back." I lay back with a sigh and he nodded, putting the cup down and leaning back against the tree. "We should head back soon."
"Why?"
"Because fuck knows what kind of shit hit the fan after we were left out here." I said, and looked up with a frown at his response. Since when did he want to be out here? But I flinch as I find him to be once again staring. Only then it was in a weird way, his silver eyes seemed distant. What was he seeing? What was he thinking? Usually I found men very easy to read, and yet he was a bloody enigma. Why did I fuck an enigma? I groaned and got up, shaking my head, trying to dispel that moment from my mind. For all I knew that had been nothing but a ploy, a hot ploy that still made my tingle all over when I thought about it. But a ploy nonetheless. It didn't seem likely though, and in fact a small part of me really did trust Levi. But I couldn't help but be cautious, it was built in to me over the years, to deny it would be to deny my nature. And fuck that. My cards were being laid out on the table, and I wasn't about to be blindsided by a man who knew how to use his dick.
"All right, let's get some supplies together." He finally said, and I sighed clearly he was going to have his own little mind circus over it. And so he did.
And here we are, riding towards the walls. Towards 'home'. I wonder what will befall us once those walls pass over and seal us inside. Will I suddenly become a prisoner again? Will this sudden confession of mutual affection become wholly onesided and shown as nothing but a manipulative plot to keep me in check? I grip the reins tighter. No. The man who kicked the shit out of me in those cells was the same one here, and he was good at trying to fool me, but I always saw through it. I had to trust in that. He wouldn't use something like that to manipulate, he was as emotionally capable as a retarded duck. He couldn't manipulate with it.
"When you're done processing my story, can you go back to normal Levi?" I ask with a sigh, and he looks at me again, only now looking very annoyed.
"I have the right to find this a lot to take it, brat. So shut it."
"And I'm allowed to find that fucking annoying. It's not that big of a dea—"
"Not a big deal? Really?" he snaps, looking genuinely angry now. I flinch back a little from it, but he stays that way. "You realise that means that perhaps anyone could end up like you? That anyone could turn into one of those things?"
I have to admit.
That one hurt.
I swallow and turn to face ahead, denying myself the fact my eyes just go warmer. No. Fuck that shit. I am not giving him the satisfaction. Of course the second he's said it he groans, knowing what he's done. But I'm not about to turn, flutter my damn eyelashes and tell him it's all right. No way in hell.
"Senefold…"
I ignore him.
"Alexia please…" he sighs and I look at him, face blank and I think that hits him pretty hard. "I didn't mean—"
"Yeah you did." I shrug, "Titans are the enemy, I can shift into one, it makes me a grey area. However I would just like to clarify that there is a distinct difference between me, and one of those bulgy fuckers." I nod behind him and click some blades into place, he frowns at me and turns shoulders tensing. In the distance clouds of dust are being picked up by something big, and it's on the way towards us.
"Yeah there's a difference all right. Fucking hell Senefold!"
"What? We were talking, I wasn't keen on letting them interrupt."
We're still a decent way from the wall when it starts to rumble under our feet. Or rather the horses. The tell-tale shudder of the ground, and stilling of the world around us. Titans. But how many was it? I shudder and he looks round.
"Where are they coming from? Anywhere else?"
"I don't know, I'm not a damn Titan homing signal." I groan, looking round and shivering as I see the dust fly up from the west as well as ahead of us now. I point and he nods, pressing on harder than before. I frown but follow suit, my head automatically following his unsaid order of 'get a move on'. "We can take them Levi. There's no need to duck and run."
"I don't want to risk combat with you still healing."
"I can still fight, I'm not made of glass!"
"I know you're not, but I ain't made of bandages, and patience!" he yells and I'm about to yell back when he growls at me, horse taking over mine as he looks back with fire in his grey eyes. "I want to protect you, fucking deal with it!"
I'm struck dumb, before I grit my teeth and press my horse faster.
"Well that's a cute dream and all, but in case you hadn't noticed Levi, this world is fucking cruel. Nothing much we can do about it. So don't go all hero on my ass now. We can outrun them only for so long."
"Yeah, yeah, just keep moving."
Eventually we have to accept the fact combat is inevitable. I had already done so, but it seems the Captain felt like being slow on the uptake. Men could be so stupid sometimes, or no, actually it was humans in general, never mind the genitalia. In the end we have two abnormal Titans running at us, one from ahead, and the other form the west. There's a few ordinary bastards thrown into the mix as well. Or was it only two? They were so far away. This was so typical, but I don't have time to roll my eyes. We needed a damn plan. In all honesty, we probably needed a damn miracle.
As the battle begins I draw my blades, and the Captain does the same. Yes, it was four in total. Not bad, but not great. I was able to travel in my condition, but I knew I couldn't keep up fighting for long. I was still damned exhausted from my injuries, and despite being annoyed about it, I couldn't do much about it either. This would have to be quick or else I'd be spent and flapping about in one of their jaws in no time.
"What's the plan Captain?" I ask, gritting my teeth as the thundering makes my head spin. Panicking was not going to help, but it seemed like my body wasn't bothered about that fact. But he doesn't respond in time and I have to jump into action, if he was even going to suggest that I stay out of this, he could shove that right back where it came from. I was a fighter god dammit.
The first normal ten metre beast swings in and I jump, landing on its wrist and running up the arm. I hear my Captain yelling but I just assume he's keeping watch for another Titan. Little did I know he'd decided to try on some hero shoes after all. And they didn't fucking fit. He cuts the nape before I make it there, so I fall into a sort of jump and roll across the ground to dodge the falling Titan which he is riding down. What a damned prince, eh? He looks smug. The look quickly fades when I throw a lump of mud at him.
"I had that!" I yell at him. He dodged the dirt but still looks horrified at the fact I threw it.
"You were being reckless, again brat. You're still healing, let me deal with the bastards. And I swear if you throw more mud at me—"
"You're getting old dearie, you need some help."
"Don't push your luck woman."
I just roll my eyes and whistle for the horses. But as the thundering of their hooves approaches, another kind of thunder also gets closer. Oh yeah. We turn, we look, but when faced with two twelve metre abberrants and a ten metre Titan, no one really knows what to say, except for…
"Shit."
"Fuck."
"Fucking shit."
I turn to him and he looks around, his quick mind whirring away as he tries to decide what's best. I'm about to suggest I shift when he clamps a hand over my mouth and shakes his head. I nod and retract the idea from the table. Clearly not an option. I could shift yes, but I wouldn't be fit for fighting. Plus I had the feeling my shifting ability might be needed inside the walls. There was a lot of ground between us and the city where they'd have taken Eren once returned from the mission. I had the feeling I would need those long ass legs to get us there in time to help. So for now, I'd have to remain a short-stack.
"You take the aberrant from that side, I'll take out these two. Got it?"
"Yes, sir."
"That's more like it." He almost smirks as he fires off to deal with them. I wait till the aberrant is a little closer before making my move. And it's not something I can easily downplay; I was a fucking boss. Like a bird I soar into the sky, flipping past its lunging limbs and gnashing teeth, firing the remainder of my right blade into its eye to distract it, before reloading from my stash and slamming down against its nape. Steam floods all around me in victory. Take that you lump of meat. It was glorious. And a kill I felt with my own hands, it really did add a sense of occasion. But the moment is soon over as I hear a strangled grunt. I turn and swallow hard, feeling the need to try on my own pair of hero boots.
"Levi!" I yell, right before the Titan beneath me slams into the dirt.
His horse had been startled, messing with his landing after getting rid of the aberrant, and now the ten metre was looming over him hungrily. He tries to get the horse to move, but it's spooked. The ten metre lunges, misses because of his gear skill, but as Levi climbs to the nape, the horse is crushed in the clawing hands. The jostling messes once again with the landing, and Levi grimaces as his foot goes at an awkward ankle. Anyone else would be floored and screaming their head off, I'm fairly sure I heard the 'pop' from over here.
I ride over on my own horse whilst the Titan is of course floored by the relentless man. He had killed it obviously, but I didn't like the sound of that ankle. He rides the corpse down, stumbling a little as he grits his teeth.
"F-fucking shit." He growls, glaring down at the offending joint. It was like watching a cat grumble at a wounded paw. I trot over and pull my horse just short of where he stands looking incredibly angry. Whether it's at himself, the Titan, or even the horse, I'm not entirely certain.
"Come on, get on, we need to get to the wall before any others turn up." I offer him a hand and he begrudgingly takes it, hissing a little as he sits behind me and grips my waist. "I'll try and ride easy—"
"Just fucking drive this thing." He snaps and I push the horse as fast as it can go. Initially it's to punish his childish behaviour, but then it becomes more a case of just wanting to get inside those walls. Wanting to get him safe. And that in itself turns my stomach. I wanted to be inside the walls, and I wanted to keep him safe. This was already too messy for my liking, and that was without me having seen the blood seeping out the bottom of his boot. But I do notice it and I grit my teeth. No point in mentioning it, he'd only get pissy with me.
"Where do you think they'll have taken Eren?" I call back to him and he grimaces, "Come on Captain, you know that kid's in for it considering how that mission went down! That's our priority here!"
"I know all right? They'll have taken him to Stohess for retrial, possibly just to condemn him straight away."
"I can't let them do that. I said I'd protect him!"
"You and your damn promises." He snaps and I elbow him in the ribs, "The fuck was that for?"
"You're glad to have someone so tied to their word, fucking admit it."
"Whatever, brat. Let's just get inside the wall and see what we can learn."
As the gate comes into view, the Garrison soldiers recognise Levi and allow us passage. It felt very weird to be welcomed inside, to be going in voluntarily, to not be dragged in, or going over the top. This was plain weird. It doesn't take long to learn that he had been right, the regiment almost in its entirety had headed for Stohess district. It was two days ride away, or a few hours on the back of a very tall and light footed Titan.
"What do you mean you can alter the shape of your Titan?" he snorts as he saddles a new horse for himself, his foot being bandaged well by a nurse after I practically nailed him to the damn seat to let her work. Idiot of a man was almost as bad a patient as I am. "That sounds impossible."
"Yes because the impossible has been so out of reach lately." I laugh, and he nods, seeing no way of arguing round that fact. "I can make myself light and agile, and we'd get there in a matter of hours. Perhaps in time to actually help them? Come on Levi, you're intrigued. I know you are." I say with a waggle of my eyebrows. He looks at me with that same stoic look, and I sigh, but as I turn away I see the slightest smirk. I've won.
We ride out of town a little, into the wilds beyond, where no one will be able to do anything even if they did notice my transformation. We dismount and set the horses free, sending them back home with confused little whinneys leaving them. He doesn't look happy about the situation, but then again he never really looked happy anyway.
"You sure you can do this?" he says looking me up and down, either doubting my ability, or my recovery. I don't bother asking which. I bite my lip and raise my brows. He glares.
"Oh no I can't! Quick, run after the horses Levi, we better ride them instead… oh wait… we already set them loose." I scoff, "Give me some damn credit. Now stand back, don't want to fuck up your leg any more if I can avoid it."
"It's fine."
"Shut up." I sigh and I walk away, but I hear a grunt and I turn with a frown, "What're you..?" he tugs me over and kisses me, I stumble a little, but just fall against his chest in my clumsiness. Once again he has caught my by surprise, but once again my body goes ahead and betrays my resolve to resist. My arms go round his neck and I respond to every caress of his lips. God dammit body, I am a fricking independent... damn that feels good though.
"In case we get into trouble, brat. Keep in mind your damned orders."
"To survive?" I gulp a little, and he stares at me hard before nodding. I sigh and nod back, looking up with a small grin.
"What's the grin for, Senefold? I mean it."
"I promise, Levi." I say with a chuckle, and he smirks.
"Damn right you do. Now go do your thing."
I nod and head away towards the middle of the field. The grass tickles my outstretched hands, and the birds fly overhead without a care. It was a very nice cage, I had to give them that much credit at least. But it was a cage nonetheless. The wall looms up to the south, and I shiver. When would I be in those open plains again? Would I?
"Shut it Senefold, and do it." I hiss at myself, and begin to clear my mind.
I stand in the middle of a field and breathe out slowly, letting myself relax a bit with the midday breeze wafting against my neck. I crack my back, and flex my arms. It would be fun to feel the release after a few days dormant, but it was true that I was still recovering. This might not feel too great all over. But I don't let it show, I just look at him and smile. He's decidedly nervous, I can tell that from his wholly non-nervous expression. He was trying too hard to look calm. I wave and activate my ability, the whooshing air encasing me, a few flecks of fire sparking along my spine where the injury flared, but ultimately I'm fine. I sit there; one knee on the ground as I wait for the air to clear and reveal my form to him, to let him know all was well. I basically looked the same, I was just a lot lighter, with longer legs than usual. Built for speed.
"You damn beautiful brat…" I hear him sigh a second later and I pretend to not have heard it. I'm sure I wasn't meant to. He wanders over, being slower with his injury, but also staring up at me, frowning in slight disbelief. "You really did it. You all right brat? Or do I need to cut you out again?"
I just growl at him.
"All right, all right." He grumbles, and he gets onto my hand when I offer it. The image alone of him stood there in my palm, and then on my shoulder was quite amusing, though it soon passed when he fired his gear into my shoulder. I hiss at him but he just shrugs and gets himself secure. It was either that or I held him the entire time, and this way he could only moan so much whilst being flung about the place. In fact, this might prove most amusing indeed.
"Let's go Alexia." He shouts and I nod, bracing myself and beginning at a light jog, slowly building to a full pelt sprint. I could hear his quickened breathes as well, and I felt like we were both staring ahead just as intently. Both like bullets from a gun, racing towards Stohess, and the mess that was likely waiting there.
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Maria: You're a star, thank you so much for the support and praise :D self fanning is what I was going for ;)
RebornRose1992: Thank you! Glad you enjoy!
SecretWishX: I seriously think you overstate my talent, but thank you all the same :D means a lot!