When Your Neighbor thinks its okay to play music at night. Based on a tumblr post.
I stirred slightly in my sleep I try to hold on to every piece of sleep I could, I knew if I woke up the chances of me going back to sleep was very unlikely. I would most likely stare at my laptop until Mikasa would coming in and drag me out of my hole of misery, which is welcomed but I don’t think I could deal with her and her constant nagging its draining and it just makes my short fuse shorter.
I hear a piercing sound come from crashing through my walls, it was over that was it. The sound shattered all hopes of sleep, opening my eyes I knew it was over. Sleep was gone I knew it will take some time for me to go back to sleep or I might not even go back to sleep. I just wonder how long it will take. Sitting up I groan bringing bring my face into my hands. There was no way I was going to get to sleep now. I look towards the clock in a silent pray that it wasn’t that early that I would not be a total mess the next day.
Looking to the clock I groan and fall back into my mattress, what ass plays an instrument at 12:32 in the fucking morning? Who the fuck does that? Sighing I get out of bed tugging on my large tank top. I reach for my laptop, I might as well see if I could type anything while I’m up.
After messing around for about ten on my email checking for deadlines and what not, I open up my document to get back in to it. I read what I had previously wrote, changing my font color to pink I began to type a little out.
I listen to the sound of the strings penetrate my walls. It was soft and soothing, with a hint of melancholy it made me smile softly as I felt like it related to my feelings right now, suddenly it changed direction up beat, sad, fast and it was breath taking. I reach my hands out and it just seemed like the story was just flowing out of me.it was crazy and addictive it seemed like it was effortlessly like it was always there, like I was never struggled to write like I was before.
When all the ideas slowed down and I could find a point to end the chapter, I had written maybe two if I cut it up properly and add the extra backbone the words would need, maybe three if I did it right. I felt tired, I saved my document, closing my laptop and pushing it to the other side of my large bed, laying down I close my eyes. I felt it in my bones I was ready for sleep but I know it’s not going to come to me, sighing I close my eyes and listen to the soft melody that was playing. I wondered what instrument it was. I glided endlessly on one of the drawn out notes. The song depressed me, it sounded so sad. I roll in my bed trying to find sleep, but sleep would not come.
I felt like something was mocking me in the distance.
It had to be the sandman.
I glance at the clock 2:27 no way I typed for that long. Why the hell was this person even playing at this time of night? How did they play for this long? I can’t I’m tired and pissed it seemed like the music was taunting me with its beautiful squeaking; it was getting sadder and sadder. I could not take it no more. Jumping up I left my bedroom right out the front door, after I propped the lock so I Could get back in.
I knock angrily on the door, the door is opened by some short black haired man with bags under his eyes, which could rival mine, and he looked like he could drop at any moment. I was going to lash out at him but I couldn’t I understood the feeling of not being able to sleep on nights on end..
“What do you need Brat?” he asked after that I snapped back into reality, did I fall asleep?
“Can I join you?”
Levi has no words for the young man before him, he looks him up and down, he wore a loose shirt and really short shorts. There were rings around his gray eyes. Why did he come here in the first place, wasn’t that a face of anger before? What’s wrong with this kid? Levi didn’t know what came over him but he moved back to let Eren in, slowly retreating into his apartment. Eren grins before it occurred to him that he should get his laptop and keys so his house could be secure. He moves back slowly, the short man shoots him a look.
“You coming, Brat?”
“Let me get my Laptop” while Eren ran to get it, Levi takes his phone out and blogged quickly ‘My neighbor knocked on my door at 2:30 am this morning. Can you believe that? 2:30 am! Lucky for him, I was up playing my violin.’ he waits for him to come back, Eren comes back holding his laptop, Levi closes the door once the young man makes it through the door. He shows him to the living room. Eren sits on the couch to getting comfy, Levi watches him with slight interest.
"Do want tea or something," he looks at him Eren nods while opening his document to write.
"That would be great." He says flashing a smile. “So what are you doing up so late?" Eren asks as Levi makes the tea on the kitchen.
“couldn’t sleep” he retorts “I’m guessing the same for you kid or are working on your paper due tomorrow.”
"Oh no, I’m not in school." Eren says typing away, "I’m only up because of you had woke me up.” He sighs softly, slumping against the couch "now I can’t get back to sleep." Levi hands him a cup of tea.
"Sorry to hear that kid" he says sitting on the couch on the other end, Eren suspects that’s the closest he would get to and an apology. They sat in silence as Eren types thing to have the story flow bit he wasn’t getting far.
"Are you going to play?" Eren asks gesturing towards the violin.
“Do you want me to.”
"Yes it beautiful. Your music is." Eren comments with a grin, Levi looks away glad that he had to do so to pick up the violin.
He stands looking away and started to play a slow sad tone. Eren began to type away at his laptop. Eren stops long enough to watch the man play as he was bathed in moon light his raven hair highlighted with the rays from the moon that filtered through the curtains to the balcony. His pale skins looks as if it was glowing, suddenly the man before him felt bigger than his height, he was grander, something that he was unable to reach or touch, it was beautiful.
Eren opens a new document and begin to type away before he knew it, he was starting a teen novel, it was to be less morbid than his other writings or just the right touch of tragedy to keep the tears flowing. Suddenly he felt the story rise with in him, he stopped typing looking at the man.
“what instrument is it?” he found himself asking breaking the silence that had fell upon them, he had no idea when the man had stopped playing, when he started to simply staring at him, watching him.
“Violin,” he was told, Eren types it in, and the man watches perplexed as Eren’s hands dances about the keyboard “have you ever played piano.”
“hm,” Eren looks up at him through his long bangs large eyes taking in the other man “When I was younger, my mom wanted me to, so I took classes.”
The man nods, before he too sat on the couch and began to read a book that had lied on the coffee table. Eren paid no mind to what it was, he just typed on and prayed nothing was to stop him for getting the idea down, or that the ideas didn’t stop. To leave him, this will cause him to feel the pain of staying up so long without proper sleep.
He glances to the man he wondered if he felt the same, like the sandman hated his guts and caused him the daily struggle of no sleep. As if he had a personal problem with him, that the sandman was an evil being that only lived to serve himself. Eren shakes his head, his mind has become distorted it was time to at least relax it without the added pressure of pushing ideas out.
The man stood before him, “more tea” Eren only nodded numbly, watching the man go, more like watching how his hips unknowing move on their own in a more than tempting way.
With a new cup of tea he drew his knees to his chest and sipped lightly the man went back to his book, sipping no, drinking the hot tea. He didn’t know how long he was staring at Levi for but when the tea was done and he had set the mug down on the coffee table.
Eren just leans back, relaxing it was nice to sit in silence but still know someone was there beside him. He didn’t notice the soft music play, the haunting words imposing on them, he found himself humming along.
Give up your way, you could be anything,
Give up my way, and lose myself
He meets Levi’s eyes before sliding closer to him, he stairs a little longer before laying down and resting his head on the man’s lap, after he didn’t say anything Eren turns to his side facing away from him. Continuing to hum the song he knew this song well albeit sad, he still loved it.
You’re just so pretty in your pain
A hand began to stroke though his hair and he lets out a sigh, ‘it feels good’.
So run, run, run
And hate me, if it feels good
I can’t hear your screams anymore
He glances up at the book with wonder. It looked familiar, looking closer he knew why, it was his book. Of The Giants, published under Erin Hunter. He let out a breathless chuckle, he was under a girl’s name to protect his identity, he remembers cross dressing as her for the authors blurb. Also that book signing a year or three back.
Eren closes his eyes hearing the song sing on before tapering off in soft hums.
I found my way out
And you’ll never hurt me again
I felt like I’m floating on a cloud of warmth, but when I’m grounded it felt to cold, I don’t think I wanted the warmth to leave me. Reaching out I hopped that I grabbed the warmth, when I did I smiled.
"Don’t go" I rumble when it felt like a hand was trying to force my hand off. "Please"
"Hush, brat it’s late, let’s sleep"
"Won’t leave?" I try to speak but sleep made my mind riddled and not working.
"I’m not going anywhere"
I let go, I knew I had to but doing so was hard, how I could not, he promised I trusted him. And he didn’t disappoint I soon felt warmth next to me. I soon was enveloped in it. Something heavy pressed to my chest. I sigh and let the black take over not after hugging the warmth to keep it from leaving me even for a second. It was pleasant to be in the arms of sleep and the arms of warmth.
I wonder if sandman loves me after all.