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[saviourofzaun]

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PAPERWORK QUERIES | MELISANDRE

“Oi...” Voice low, argent eyes sharp, and expression unreadable as always. “What is this shit-show, huh?” A thin eyebrow rose up and arms folded before his chest. “I have been lurking, for what? Years now? I never left. And now I have to witness how Silco is fucking everyone over left and right. Tch.” He shook his head and rolled his eyes.

Levi leaned against the wall with his back, and one foot came up to press against it. “What's the man's deal anyways? Is he not fucking tired of constantly spewing god-damn nonsense?” His head tilted a little. “All I hear is a bitch-ass, whining ass, excuse of a man, who has been butt-hurt, because his brother gave him a scar. There are worse things in life.” With a deep sigh, he averted his gaze. “Though, I have to admit, that Silco has the will to fight. He reminds me of someone I used to know.” Silco was not to the same extent a 'suicidal bastard' as Eren was, but he had that same determination. Though, he had the wits of the man who sent all the souls to hell; Erwin Smith.

“Silco needs to get his head out of his ass, and grind his gears up. If he really wishes for the 'Nation of Zaun' to be created, he should get off his comfortable throne.” Sharpened eyes glanced over to Melisandre once more. “He is a hypocrite, and hypocrites have a tendency to ruin everything. He might have built Zaun up, but his hypocrisy will soon become his, and Zaun's, downfall.”

[heichoujiyuu]

19. What're your thoughts on body hair?

ミーム : ✓ | Melisandre.

Levi didn't look all too pleased with the other in front of him. With his arms folded before his chest, eyes sharpened, and expression unreadable, he cast his gaze to the side. A shrug of the shoulder was given. “Not fan of it, but don't care too much either.” The soldier spoke with a monotone. “I care for cleanliness, and if the fucker smells like rotten titan toes, I'll have none of it.”

There was a brief pause, argent eyes calmly glancing over before they narrowed a tad bit. “Why do you care?”

[heichoujiyuu]

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Levi has a tendency to rub his eye with a balled fist when he’s tired. 9/10 he doesn’t even notice that he does that. It takes a solid 30 sec - 1 min for him to do this before he stops.  

[heichoujiyuu]

Natural Aesthetics || リヴァイ・アッカーマン。

fluffy  white  nimbus  clouds.  dark  grey  cumulonimbus  clouds.  rain  clouds.  a  hurricane.  light  spring  breeze.  hazy  yellow  skies.  deep  blue  ponds  of  fresh  water.  blankets  of  sparkling  snow.  tornado  winds.  monsoon  flooding.  rich,  orange  sunsets.  soft,  purple  clouds  at  dusk.  heavy  hail.  the  rumbling  of  thunder.  icy  sleet.  gentle  snowfall.  moss-dusted  tree  bark.  pink  sunset  clouds.

grey  winter  skies.  navy  blue  skies  in  the  daytime.  cool ��mist  in  the  morning.  leaf-bare  trees.  giant  ocean  waves.  the  full  moon.  a  cracked,  dry  desert.  rolling  hills  of  prairie  grass.  sweeping  waves  of  briny  seawater.  rocky,  steep  ravines.  rippling  canyon  walls. spindly,  cave  stalactites.  creeping,  green  ivy. lush  canopies  of  leafy  trees.  dense,  white  fog.  a  peaceful  creek  of  clear  water.  flowering  cacti  dusted  with  dew,  catching  light in  the  morning  sun.  a  bubbling,  hot  pool  of  volcanic  sulfur.  sharp,  grey  mountainsides. fossils  nestled  in  chunks  of  rock.  a  white  sand  beach.  deep  imprints  of  animal  tracks  in  the  dirt.

soft,  squishy  moss.  uniform  rows  of  birch  trees  in  winter.  delicate  mushrooms  popping  up  in  spring  from  beneath  the  decay  on  the  forest  floor.  tumbleweeds  jerking  in  the  faintest  wind  across  the  desert  landscape.  light  rain.  summer  wildfires.  a  mixing  of  hot  and  cool  air  before  a  storm.  silent  lightning  in  the  static  of  summer  heat.  a  windy  blizzard.  thick  flakes  of  snow  tumbling  down  from  the  sky.  a  tree  standing  alone  in  a  barren,  yellow  field.  a  desert  of  loose  sand  and  tall,  orange  dunes.  a  pure  blue  sky.  a  river  of  molten  rock.  a  grove  of  flowering  trees.  twisting,  mangled  roots  sticking  up  from  the  muddy  ground.

bitter,  cold  winds.  tumultuous  skies  of  stormy  clouds.  branches  of  lightning  ripping  across  the  sky.  a  foggy  swamp.  the  tree-bare  foothills  of  a  mountain range.  sandy  brown  cliff  sides.  rocky  coastlines.  the  violent  shaking  of  an  earthquake.  the  mysterious  sound  of  ethereal  trumpets  in  the  sky.  the  lights  of  the  auroras  borealis  and  australis.  a  black  sand  beach.  a  lone  tropical  island  in  the  reef  of  shallow,  aqua  waters.  underwater volcanic  vents.  a  herd  of  migrating  mammals.  tree  branches  growing  heavy  with  ripe  fruit.  light  streaming  down  through  the  clouds.  a  field  of  lush  grain  waving  peacefully  in  the  summer  breeze.  the  sound  of  insects  and  frogs  teeming  in  the  night.  natural  disaster.

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[heichoujiyuu]

永遠に。

The greatest gift the magnanimity of God, as He created, gave, the gift most suited to His goodness, gift that He most prizes, was the freedom of the will; those beings that have intellect — all these and none but these — received and do receive this gift: thus you may draw, as consequence, the high worth of a vow, when what is pledged with your consent encounters God’s consent; for when a pact is drawn between a man and God, then through free will, a man gives up what I have called his treasure, his free will.

However, this gift people talked about was nothing different than selling your soul to Him who gave himself the title as the Almighty. So, was it truly different than selling your soul to the Devil? The only difference was indeed freedom, the free will. Those who had chosen for ‘the light’ were chained down, locked up, polished pretty whilst their inner soul were either burning with desire for freedom or totally dimmed to embers. Those who chose for themselves, who would be ‘punished’ in the afterlife, were free, free to fly, to flight, to change the world. Like people said, in order to change things you had to throw your humanity aside. Whether the afterlife was as back and white as sketched, it didn’t matter. It never mattered. People, especially those who believe in the almighty light, have forgotten about the grey in between. The grey that slumbered around, like an old bruise that vaguely ached. The grey area that was called reality, life. This was what the last standing soldier believed in. 

He fell so far there were no other means to lead him to salvation, except this: to let him see the people who were lost. For this he visited the gateway of the dead; to him who guided him above his prayers were offered even as he wept. The deep design of God will be broken if Lethe is crossed and if he drinks such waters whilst he has not discharged the debt of penitence that’s paid when tears are shed. 

He had seen the terror, the traumatic distress of his comrades, yet he continued, allowing them to be laid down in the arms of Death who would finally put their misery to an end. He allowed himself not to speak of it. To cast his humanity away, like Lucifer to Hell. 

He refused to believe in the black and white, only in the grey in between. The logical and realistic part of life. It didn’t matter how illogical everything was, in the end everything would fall into place. This is why he fought, he continued. He had lost his faith a long time ago, the same night where the pale blue moon shone coldly bright as pale lips exhaled the last breath of a loving young mother, who’s eyes got dimmed as death greeted her. The same night he was taught how cold and lonely this world could be, as black and white as people sketched it. Eventually, the grey sneaked into his life and taught him how to survive, how to embrace it and escape from both outer outcomes. Until he would breathe out his last breath, he would stand tall, would ‘fall‘ further to the depths of hell. He didn’t believe, but he didn’t exclude the option that his soul would drown eternally into a lake of boiling blood or fall into something called the nothingness. If he had to believe all those whom claimed that they had been visited by the messiah, he would end up in all eight rings of hell with the life he has been living and still is. 

However, what did it matter? He was suffering already, as if he was already cast into the place oh so called Hell the day he was born.