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“What is Corporal’s obsession with those birds? Every single time he sees one, he stops and stares until it flies away.” Eren’s eyes flit over to the stalky, muscular soldier, the man who everybody believed to be perfect, untainted, without flaw. Hanji’s expression contorts to a somber frown, the small bluebird suddenly fluttering away. Back was the old Levi, the same irritable grump.
“Eren, whatever you do, never ask him about the bluebird.”
Eren’s curiosity is subdued with the gloomy glint in Hanji’s gaze. The Corporal turns his head signaling with a lazy flick of his hand to follow. Hanji leaves a confused and awed Eren behind, ponytail trailing lowly with the bob of her head.
Eren was beyond baffled; did they really understand the Corporal beyond Humanities Strongest? Or had the 104th cadets merely succumbed to Levi’s fame ridden title?
I don’t know what has come upon me, but I think about you more often. It should be somewhere close to the day we met, I remember it was Spring. What else do I say?
There’s a titan shifter, ass face named Eren Jaeger. At first he absolutely annoyed me, with that all his social justice shit and ‘kill the titans’ motto. But then he proved himself. Oddly enough, I came to think he’s a little like me, while being nothing like me at the same time. Does that even make any sense? I bet it would to you. You would understand…
Isabel and Farlan meet me in my dreams. Since I don’t know when you’re coming back…or if you will at all…I sometimes pray to meet you with them. But you never come. Where are you Bluebird? Where do you sing? Where do you silently perch yourself on the branches and wait for me?
Are you even waiting for me? Damn…enough of this mushy shit. I’m about to look out the window, gonna go train. I'm waiting for you.
Levi sighs, folding the letter neatly in three flaps and tucking it in a drawer with the other hundreds of letters he wrote for Bluebird…wherever she was. It was like writing to a diary, except signing to a real person lost out there. And he figured that if one day she comes waiting outside of his quarters again, that he would hand her all the pieces of his past, all the lightly scratched words, and enjoin her back into his life.
It seems to Levi that the imminent distance caused more love to bloom in his heart; her absence ached exceedingly so.
Yes, love. He painfully admitted the four letter word to himself after Farlan and Isabel succumbed to their horrible deaths. Because if she was here, she would lightly touch his skin as if a millisecond of contact was laden with a million unsaid words. He knew, then and there, when his furious rage subsided, that he desperately needed her. And only her.
Levi lets a long, heavy breath seep from his nostrils, back pressed against his stiff chair. The sunset was beyond breathtaking, a stunning mirage of hues painted artistically in the horizon. Every object, every part of nature, every human, snatched an orange glow as if each were autumn leaves in the tree of life. With his arms crossed across his abs, he lets his gaze flit over to whatever caught his attention: Jaeger and Hanji performing stupid experiments, Arlet trotting after a chatter box Jean doing heavens knows what, Sasha and Connie snooping around, Mikasa being a star child and practicing as she was told, and—what? Who was that unidentified figure? Levi edges a little closer to window, cursing whoever failed embarrassingly at wiping the stains on the glass. Unknowingly a rapid padding heartbeat thudded painfully inside his chest; his heart already knew what his mind took longer to process.
The curve of the shoulders, the clutch of the hands, the light roll of the feet, the shine of the hair—
There was no doubt in the world who she was.
At that moment, Levi could have possibly been the bluebird, half leaping from his perch in the room, and dashing uncharacteristically outside the base. Quick, and nimble, he navigated his way towards her confused figure, her eyes watching the silhouette of the buildings against the sky. Who was she looking for? He wasn’t sure, but his heart was about to tear out of his chest just by the mere sight of her. With heavy, weighing breaths he trots to a stop, chest heaving about five arm distances away from her.
But the kick of the dirt alerted her, and with a soft turn her body angles towards Levi. Just like that Levi was sure the flower meadows she carried along with her transformed the blackened, tainted landscape. The purity of her gaze brought a light, playful wind, and every single flower was remnant of her love just like every letter was token of Levi’s love.
Her heart was magnetizing, and without even giving himself permission or asking for hers, Levi lets his body drag towards her still, lean one. He could feel the exhilaration radiate off of her, elation twinkling in the depth of her delicate eyes. If only…if only he had the guts to touch her, to permanently etch the feel of her skin in his brain, the brush of her rosy lips against his, the light fluttering of her eyelashes marking his cheek.
But suddenly he realizes, he didn’t need it just yet because her simple gaze, one that seemed to want to spill years of emotion and endurance right there into Levi’s hands, was enough. He recited all that he needed to right in her eyes.
And for once, for the first time since he began to communicate with her, there was no need for superfluous words. Every thought of hers was like an open book on her features, and he sunk in the depth of the letters that cascaded around her. She lifts her hands to his cheeks, thumbs grazing the stressed lilac skin under his eyes, and traces the contours of his visage as if mapping where she wanted to assess next. With the flicker of her gaze, the sensation of concern, pleasure, relief, and without a doubt that unexplainable emotion of love, washes over him. And just like the dew that slips from the light veins of rosy petals, tiny globules escape the refuge of her eyes.
Levi’s lips part, drinking in the sweet pea scent of the meadow she carried, wanting to comfort her in any way, but without warning, she opens her shapely lips and leans a little forward, thumbs feathering across his jawline.
And just like that, the glorious flood of emotion showers over him, the landscape teeming with a beautiful sensation, one he couldn’t dare to explain, one so intimate he selfishly savored all for himself. and as her hands lightly fall to her sides, he lifts his own, remembering exactly what she taught him to say years ago. With a shaky tug of his lips, he signed the three most important words of his life, letting her take her possession of his heart.
I love you.
And finally, Bluebird was the one that stayed.
"A true love needs no words. It will bloom without you asking."