Viktor, who has been living on his own for 10+ years and probably lived under the thumb of Yakov beforehand, is a neat person who always does his laundry and the dishes. He can cook because he’s been living on his own for 10+ years. His skate bag is neat and organized.
Yuuri, who is 24 years old and has NEVER LIVED ON HIS OWN EVER, has been sharing an apartment with ANOTHER TWENTY SOMETHING IN DORMS/STUDENT APARTMENTS, does things like: piles plates in the sink. First person to knock them over washes them. Has A Chair in his bedroom where the clothes all inevitably go to live instead of the hamper. Does weekly walks of shame where he carries all of his mugs and water glasses into the kitchen. Forgets to eat and then at midnight makes himself three meals worth of food at once–a microwave pot pie, a box of macaroni and cheese and an EZ Freeze Frozen Stroganoff dinner. Every time someone opens his skate bag, a small explosion of granola bar wrappers and half-empty water bottles emerges. Viktor screams softly to himself on a daily basis because Yuuri has ONE BOTTLE of dollar store shampoo in “Ocean breeze” scent that he uses for both body and hair. What’s conditioner?
So, just came back from watching Moana (finally) and YOOOOOOOO!!!!! What the fuck is that animation?! So damn gorgeous!! The songs are awesome as hell too!! That Mad Max reference! That chicken! That shiny crab! LOVED IT!!
“So, what do you see?” Levi asked, resting his forehead on
the back of Eren’s shoulder and nudging gently with his chin.
Eren let out a huff of air. “This is stupid.”
“No it’s not,” Levi responded. He ran his hands up Eren’s bare sides, soft and
slow. “You’re not looking.”
“There isn’t anything to see,” Eren said, and Levi could
feel his body tense beneath his fingertips.
“Nothing has changed. Nothing
will ever change.”
Levi studied Eren’s form in the mirror. He was tall, growing taller each day, and
Levi feared he’d be Erwin’s height before summer’s end. He looked on the scrawny side with lanky
limbs that hung around his body at awkward angles.
But strength, raw and a little frightening, radiated from
just beneath his perfect skin, and though no scars marred his body, Levi knew
the shape and weight of the wounds Eren carried.
“That’s not true,” Levi murmured near Eren’s ear. “Now look.”
Levi coaxed Eren’s face up with his fingers, so that his
eyes met Eren’s in the mirror. If Eren’s body betrayed none of his battles,
then his eyes held no secrets, two jade stones that could burn a hole through
Levi continued to cup Eren’s face, his thumb drifting
lightly over the skin of his cheek. “Look.”
When Eren did, when his eyes traced the lines of his body
through the mirror, his fists clenched at his sides. “Monster.”
It hurt, the way Eren’s voice sounded so resigned and
hopeless. Levi placed a kiss on his shoulder, just a brush of skin against
“So?” Levi asked.
“You’re a monster. So what?”
“What?” Eren was frowning and biting his lip.
“We’re all monsters in this world.” Levi moved his hand up his stomach until his
spread palm was resting on Eren’s chest. “The people out there, the Titans,
everyone. Even me.”
“No,” Eren whispered, twining his fingers with Levi’s, so that
both of their hands were resting over his heart. “Not you.”
Their gazes lingered for a long while, grey and green, watching
the way their hands fit together over the slow rise and fall of Eren’s chest.