Beneath The Flies • 《 Levi × Reader 》

《 Chapter 27 》• Kiss The Crow •

《NSFW Warning》

There was an irrevocable feeling stirring frenetically in the pits of my crestfallen, blackened heart- The very heart that lost it's sanguine, vermillion hue to the charred fingers of all that handled it so brazenly.

I could feel it pumping the thick and viscid blood through my veins, through my weathered limbs that yearned to be rehabilitated by the touch of something more... Sensual; sexual.

An appetitive starvation.

Three years isolated from the one man I longed for gave these irrefutable desires time to ferment and flourish. It gave them time to grow within me without a cage to confine or limit them.

If the door were to open- By something as miniscule as a touch or sound...

I had no way to stop myself from consuming every... Last... Drop.

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《 Chapter 27 》• Kiss The Crow •

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I ambled my way aimlessly through the stuffy corridors, dragging the heels of my abraded military boots with me as my eyes flickered from the floor up to a familiar mahogany door.

My sights set upon the silver nameplate embedded beside the frame, reading;

Captain Levi.

No last name.

My attention then drifted down to the silver reflected doorknob. I figured I'd better knock.

So I did.

Within moments, the door cracked open, a blade of fulgent light streaming out into the hall behind me, encasing me in a field of radiant illumination. I lifted up my hand that had morphed into a dark silhouette
to block my eyes from the glare of the gaslamp. I held it there until my pupils dilated properly to adjust to the shift in brightness.

And oval-esque shape stood in the doorway.

"Oh, goody." A sarcastic voice pervaded my ears. "You here to preach about how I should've just told you to buzz off again?"

My vexation hit the ceiling. "Can I come in?" I dodged the questioned, my words low and solidified in tone.

Levi let the indignation simmer before he gruffly stepped a foot to the side, bringing himself with it and creating a walkway through the door for me to enter. "Yeah, sure." He mumbled dryly.

I grumbled out a flat breath before stepping forward into his office that I noticed had been refurbished since the last I'd been in here.

My eyes journeyed over the olive green sofa a few feet away from his office desk that had faded into a somewhat grayish tint on the cushions and arms. I could see a sturdy chestnut bookshelf with a collection of broad-spined books compacted into the liminal space pushed up against the wall, and a few other miscellaneous items strewn around in an organized fashion; as expected of the clean-freak Captain. Not a spec of dust gets past him.

I didn't look at him when I spoke, but my words were for him regardless.

"Looks nice in here." I said more blandly than intended, my expression not showcasing anything other than disinterest.