The first mistake he probably did that morning was neglect the rising hunger in his gut. He had wanted to accommodate their new guest that was going to stay here for the rest of his life. For some reason, he had the sudden urge to clean the castle from top to bottom even if the traditional weekly clean up day had been yesterday, but he knew he wouldn't have enough time, so he settled for cleaning the entrance hall. By the time he was finished, he knew Armin would be here soon. He took the cloth off his head and around and sat down on the throne Erwin insisted he have. He stared blankly at the new golden shining room. Eren always said that it looked like a ballroom when the sun hit it right.
Eren. His dreams haunted him every night with the last smile, the boy had given. After his death, he had gone on a rampage, almost going into the wall and killing everyone he swore to protect. The scouting legion had held him back, but it had been so hard when the higher ups of Sina and a so-called witch appeared before them and told them of their plan. That was when he decided that he would take a sacrifice from them every six months. The first had been the witch's own daughter and he had decided to spare her, but her snobbiness soon got to him and he killed her. After that he kept away from the "guests" but they all had to do their part while living here. Some had killed themselves preferring that then being here in here and dying by them. But most or some had made themselves part of their family, not exactly becoming one of them, except for a select few(to keep their numbers down). They had never feed from them, unless they became someones partner. It was sad when they died and it reminded every one that that would never happen to them, but they were happy if not a bit jealous, that they would find their peace. Some of them found lovers among the new comers and had children of their own. They limited themselves to having only one child per family.
For a time, they had been haunted, but that quickly died off when Historia took over the government with help of Armin and Erwin. Also, Hanji had tried to find a cure for them, but all her attempts had been futile. Most of them resigned to their fate and tried to forget about the past as well as they could and tried live their eternal life as happily as they could. However, it wasn't the same for their leader. Levi had turned bitter and many times Hanji had tried to pull him out of that, but she didn't know how it felt to kill your own lover, after all, she still had Moblit.
The sound of approaching hooves pulled him out of his thoughts and he immediately schooled his features. Immediately as Armin and their guest stepped in, a nostalgic scent wafted towards him and he sat up straight on his throne.
"Corporal, I'm back with the newcomer." Armin's voice rang through the hall and pushed the boy to his knees.
Levi's eyes followed the boy as he moved and he couldn't help but let his eyes travel down the boy's body figure. Remembering that Armin was there, he fixed his usual glare back at the blonde and did not like what he saw there. The blonde boy had the audacity to show amused mirth in his face.
"Who is it this time?" He willed his voice to sound colder than usual.
"It seems they are starting to give us kids with no families or record of relatives." Arlert's face became serious again as he looked down at the boy beside him, a sympathetic look crossing his features.
Levi growled then, looking back at the boy as well. "Humans are such a stupid race. Don't you think Armin?"
"We were stupid once too, Corporal." The sad look on Armin's eyes dulled as if thinking of the past and Levi grew angry at seeing it there.
"Once, but not anymore, they cast us away, so they are nothing to us." He answered glaring at the boy who couldn't see him. Armin gave him a small nod in understanding before turning away, heading back to the carriage to rest the horses and Levin stood, nearing the boy. His scent became stronger as the nostalgia did too, but he couldn't place, no matter how hard he tried. He knew this scent, but it had been a long time since he smelled it, that he could no longer recall.
"It seems like they no longer care about who they send here." He said to himself as he touched the boy's wrists and saw the boy shiver, probably because of his temperature before breaking the cuffs and letting them fall. He had the sudden urge to touch the boy more, his warmth beckoning his hand forward. Moving his fingers up his spine in light touches, more shivers went through the boy as he placed his hand around the base of his neck and taking a hold of the hood.
Without any warning to the boy he pulled off the hood, but what he saw surprised him more than the light blinded the boy, he was sure. He stepped away from the boy as if he had just burned him. The boy didn't look at him however, he was busy getting used to the light and looking around his setting. Then his eyes stopped at the bottom of his boots and traveled up. His breath caught as those emerald eyes he knew so well met his and gave a confused stare, he was sure his own face was reflecting his, but he couldn't keep it in anymore, he had to say it. "Eren"