Colors

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Summary: A prompt based on colors and how Levi associates them with Petra.

Orange.

Her hair was orange.

It was the first thing he noticed when he saw her. Levi blinked once, to make sure he wasn't seeing things or it wasn't a trick of the light. It's almost red-orange.

"Petra Ral, sir." She saluted when he stood before her. Then he realized she was shorter than him. At least he wouldn't have to crank his neck to look one of his subordinates in the eye.

When he saw her later in the evening, indoors, with the sun no longer blazing overhead, her hair appeared to have a slightly brownish tint to it. It seemed to change shades depending on the lighting.

Sometimes, Levi thought about what it would be like to touch it, feeling its softness for himself because he just knew it would be silky to the touch.

Purple.

The bruise was big and blotchy, like an ink stain. An ugly, purple ink stain.

Levi's eyes had lingered on it momentarily before scolding her for being reckless. She took the berating without a word, not looking the least bit regretful.

Not that he could blame her. If he had a chance to save a close comrade at the risk of a bruise or two, he would do so in an instant.

Levi had tried to keep his expression stern, but he didn't think she missed the admiration in his eyes.

Blue.

Blue was Petra's favorite color.

It never ceased to amuse Levi how she couldn't pick just one shade of blue. She loved several hues and it reflected in her preferences.

She loved blueberries, she thought the most beautiful time of day was the dark blue night sky with a glowing moon, her favorite dress was teal, her bedsheets at home were baby blue, her most cherished item, her mother's brooch, was a lapis lazuli gem with gold vines curling around it.

Levi thought the color fit Petra perfectly, with her patience and bravery and loyalty, his favorite qualities about her.

Red.

It seeped through the cloth, painting her fingers scarlet.

Levi watched as Petra cleaned out the cut and began stitching. She had seen the blood on his uniform and offered to sew it up because he didn't want to bother the medics, whom he insisted should be taking care of people missing their limbs and other serious injuries.

Petra spoke as she worked, telling him a story about her childhood. He had been so absorbed in her words and expressions and very pretty, expressive eyes, he didn't notice the needle. She had a steady hand and did a better job than he would have.

"There," she said, nodding in satisfaction. "You're good to go, sir."

As she left, he thought he would not have minded a deeper cut so he could have soaked in her warm presence a little longer.

Green.

The sandals were pretty and strappy and perfect for a hot day.

They were also incredibly distracting.

Levi's eyes kept wandering to Petra's feet. It was a wonder she hadn't caught him sneaking peeks. She was waiting for a friend, chatting about visiting another friend from their Training Corps years who had just become a father.

It was a well-known fact among the Scouts that Levi was a clean-freak. It was far less (meaning not at all) known fact that he liked pretty things. Cute things. Like Petra's tiny, clean toes with perfectly cut cuticles, small enough to meet the military standard but large enough not to look ugly.

He found it oddly satisfying to look at her small, smooth-skinned feet in strappy green sandals and thought she should wear them more often.

Pink.

Her cheeks were stained the loveliest shade of pink he had ever seen.

"Levi."

Hearing his name coming in her soft, breathy voice sent shivers down his spine. He had acted on impulse. Levi couldn't understand what made him do it. Why now? But none of that mattered.

Because as soon as he had grabbed her by the waist and pushed her against the wall, pressing his lips against hers, she had responded, and just as eagerly grabbed his shoulders, trying to pull him as close as possible.

A feeling of sweetness and desire welled in him at her adorable, blushing face. Levi learned that kissing Petra was more satisfying than cleaning.

Brown.

Petra loved chocolate.

Levi couldn't believe how much of the stuff she could consume yet never get sick of it. Every time she had the chance, she would buy as much as she could and stock up to tide her over until the next time she was able to get her hands on some.

"Petra."

The young woman looked up, sitting across the table from him.

Levi tapped the corner of his lips, eyes locked on the stain. Blinking, she brought her hand up to her face. "Oh." She looked at the chocolate covering her fingertip. "Oops." She wiped the rest off with a napkin. "Thanks, Captain."

"Hmm." He hid his smirk behind his teacup, imagining her expression if he'd leaned over and licked the sweet stain off with his tongue instead. Next time, he decided.

Yellow.

There was a patch of bright, colorful flowers behind Petra.

She was humming as she cleaned the window. She stopped when she noticed him in her peripheral vision. "Hey, Levi, checking in on my progress?" Levi glanced at the window and nodded in approval.

He was about to move on to his other subordinates when he noticed it. The flower was cheery and an eye-catching shade of yellow. He looked between his secret lover and the flower. A strange urge directed his feet toward the plant. Reaching down, he quickly plucked it. "Petra."

"Yes?" She turned. She froze when his hand reached out, tucking the bright flower behind her ear. Confusion gave away to a giggle at the dazed expression on his face.

Levi wondered is if she knew she was the light of his life now, nurturing his previously cold heart with her warmth and love.

Black.

It was pitch black when his eyes opened.

Levi used to hate waking up while everyone else was in the land of dreams and the sky was dark. Sometimes, depending on the seasons, there would be some light coming through the window. It was always still too dark and lonely and there was nothing to stop his thoughts from wandering to the parts of his mind he kept locked away during the day.

Something about daybreak weakened his barriers. At times the heavy feeling in his chest made it hard for him to breathe.

The warm body curled against his side shifted. Levi smiled into the soft ginger hair, the color making it one of the more easily visible things in the room. A quiet sigh of contentment released from his lips. Petra continued to sleep peacefully, unaware of how much her warmth and presence and scent soothed him.

Waking up wasn't so bad now. It almost felt good, when he woke to the feeling of her in his arms, the suffocating darkness no longer touching his heart.

White.

It was flowy and delicate and he thought she looked like an angel.

She was so beautiful, walking toward him in her wedding dress, smiling with eyes full of love. Levi was almost afraid of blinking and breathing, nervous she might disappear before his very eyes. He didn't release this breath until she was standing before him, her hands in his.

Emotions choked him, closing up his throat. An unfamiliar phenomenon but not necessarily a bad one. He had never before felt so much happiness before. Levi hadn't thought himself capable of being so full of joy. He was glad she kissed away his tears, knowing he would be embarrassed later, shedding tears in public.

He knew he would never forget the moment as long as he lived.

Levi decided white was the color he loved best on her.

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