Ello! Just wanted to say that I'm super sorry that the last chapter was so short. I would love it very much if I could get some feed back on this chapter. I want to know if I got Lance Rivaille's personality down or if I need to make some changes, also feel free to tell me how you think Lance Rivaille (Levi) behaves. ^^ There be Fluff in dis here chapter! (Or as fluffy as Levi can get.) Also here's a list of character names and nicknames to avoid confusion.
-Lorcan Aiolfo "Heelbitter"
-Fleur Brindle "Dewdrop"
-Rex Aiolfo
- Cardea Bellona "Bree"
For the rest of the way up the street I just looked at the ground, I was troubled by Fleur's suggestion but that wasn't what was bothering me the most. It just seemed strange that I would have such a bizarre nightmare and then end up having this conversation with her. The dread I had felt when I had woken up this morning just seemed too real, I had felt like I was going to die. Rex always says that dreams mean things even if they don't make any sense to us at that moment in time. What had my dream been about then? Maybe I still felt guilt over Bree's death?
Feeling a sharp tug on my arm I looked over my shoulder at Fleur, with a neutral look on her face she pointed up ahead of us. My eyes followed to where she was pointing, green cloaks and horses all around, carts and loud chatter,we'd made it to the Legion. Sighing I was glad that it seemed like everyone was still getting ready to depart for our mission to Wall Maria. "See? We're not even late." the cockiness in Fleur's voice had returned as she gave me a rough pat on the back. For now the dreary subject about our future living arrangements were put on hold and though I was thankful that the conversation was over, Fleur had planted the seed of worry in my mind. My dear friend could drop a subject like she could drop Titans and move on with that carefree air of her's but not me, topics like that could easily flood my mind. Shaking my head I looked over at her, giving her the best smile I could muster. "Ha, we may not be as late as I had thought but will there still be any food left?" I could literally see my words run across her face, there was no way Fleur would miss out on getting rations. "Better go before there's nothing left." Fleur always runs faster when foods involved, maybe I should have mentioned rations the moment she woke up this morning, could have gotten here sooner I bet. Before she disappeared into the ocean of green I yelled to her that she better get me some as well.
Fleur was always chattier when she was around our team members. It put me a bit more at ease to see the smile return to her face as she walked away, for now it looked like the dark thoughts had left her mind. I wasn't feeling too carefree at the moment and wanted to hold off a bit on joining in with everyone so, naturally I leaned up against one of the small stone walls waiting for my thoughts to subside. I crossed my arms over my chest for a bit letting the noise of the others slowly fade into the background, collecting my self. As I leaned against the stones my right hand, out of habit, reached up to touch the two small scars that ran through my right eyebrow. Most of the time barely anyone noticed them through my half bangs, to think at one point I was proud to have those two small nicks above my eye. I had mixed emotions about them now, they were like a constant reminder of how easily Titans could destroy all your innocence, how easily your life could be snuffed out like a candle, how easy it was lose those close to you. I traced the scars lightly with my index finger thinking back to the better memories they brought up.
I was still a trainee back then, still trying to learn how to become someone that wouldn't end up as Titan food. Cardea was still alive back then, she was always so full of life, always trying to make the rest of us laugh. Truly she was a pure soul. We were all just kids trying to become heroes. Bree would put a lot of work into drills, especially when it came to learning how to properly use the 3D maneuver gear to climb. Honesty Bree was never very good at recovering or righting herself once something had thrown off her balance but she just kept trying.
We had been doing a drill in the forest with the others when the instructor cut Cardea's line. Like I had told Rex it wasn't to be cruel, some of us learn better under pressure. Bree had managed to release her broken wire from her gear but that had caused her to swing with her remaining wire into a group of dense trees. I remember how worried I was when I had gone after her and found her on the forest floor crying. Thinking that she had broken her arm or something I had rushed over to her. Her hands were covering up her face and I had to forcefully pull them away just so I could see what the damage was. There was a good amount of blood running down her face from two large gashes above her eye. I asked over and over if she was alright and if she was hurt anywhere else but she didn't respond until I gave her a good shake. Coming back to her senses Bree had started to mumble some things, I remember them as if she had spoken them just hours ago. "Is my face ok? Oh god am I ugly now?" I had almost laughed when she began to ask if her looks were still intact, really? Of all the things that could have happened she was lucky that she had just gotten two 'scratches' from barreling through a thick group of trees. However I couldn't bring myself to laugh once I noticed how worried she actually was. "Now I'll never get married." she had whined as I sat down next to her. "The others will surely make fun of me now." Without really thinking I had pulled out the spear at the end of my wire and cut myself exactly where she had been wounded. I remember how she had looked at me, "You're crazy." "I know but they can't make fun of us if we say that these wounds are meant to symbolize a secret pact." Yes, I knew I was crazy, who hurts themselves on purpose just to make a friend feel better? I was surprised that Bree had gone along with it after some thought but she didn't want it to be a meaningless thing. Bree wanted it to mean something, so we promised each other on that day that we would always look out for each.
"What are you doing over here?" Nearly jumping out of my skin I was brought back to the present only to be met by the emotionless eyes of Corporal Rivaille. I must have nodded off or something because Rivaille looked even less impressed than he usually does. Not wanting to look like a complete space case I answered quickly, "I'm just thinking." Yep, that really made me sound more intelligent. An almost awkward silence filled the air after that and for good reason too. I wouldn't go as far as to say that I had a bond with the Corporal but at one time I might have, Rivaille has never been a very expressive person, he's still a bit of a mystery. We had been close but like many in the Legion, the fear of losing each other had driven us apart. I had been sad when I felt us growing apart but I was so scared to lose him that I felt like I needed to divide myself from Rivaille. We couldn't fight Titans if our minds were else where, wondering if the other was ok or even if they were still alive. I knew that I couldn't keep on fight if I lost Rivaille. Though it was sad and maybe even a bit silly I understood why we had grown apart and I never had bothered to ask why.
After a few more seconds of silence I was about to ask what formation I would be in when I noticed that Rivaille had gotten closer to me. With out saying a word he reached towards me drawing out a lock of hair from behind my ear Rivaille seemed to be examining it. "You're letting your hair get long again." I sighed as he let the lock of hair slip through his fingers one golden strand at a time. It might have been silly to think it but to me it felt like Rivaille was drawing out the moment. Even if that wasn't his intention it made me smile a bit and the feelings of dread left me. This was the way Rivaille was, cold and strict on the outside but it was inside that counted the most, he never masked his feelings well when a comrade was dying and that was the only time you could really tell how he was feeling. Strangely enough I admired him for that, he hasn't 'checked out' like some members of the Legion do when they just can't take anymore, they just want to block it all out. Rivaille seems to appear like he's one of those but he still cares so much about the Scouting Legion. I was about to comment that my hair wasn't that long and maybe throw in some friendly teasing as to why it bothered him so much then I heard those blunt words of his. "Your cloaks dirty." So much for that moment. Rolling my eyes I wanted to groan, we weren't close anymore I shouldn't expect him to just…."Right formation wing correct?" I plainly asked choosing not to comment on either of the things he had said before. All Rivaille did was say that I was correct on where I was being placed in the formation. With the air threatening to take on a heavy silence again I quickly walked off saying that I needed to get a horse. Riding on a cart was one thing I didn't want to add to my day.