[Written for Erwin Week 2017 Day 3- Commander Handsome] Apparently I’m incapable of writing short things. A tale of gentlemanly actions in 6 little parts.
The straight razor moves slowly along skin pulled tight
against his jaw. A flick of the wrist sends soap into the washbasin. The motion
repeats until his face is smooth.
This is a big night in the capital. All the Scouting
Legion’s most fervent supporters (and detractors) will be present at the
celebration. Erwin likes these parties. He’s good at charming nobles, and how
can anyone dislike something they’re good at?
He pulls the dark jacket of his dress uniform on and pins on
medals and decorations. Everything in its place.
Fingers pause for a moment,
ghosts of lost soldiers behind each insincere piece of cold metal rising to mind.
They would understand. He does this for them, to make their
sacrifice so much more. To redeem them, he thinks, smoothing the jacket.
He pulls immaculately shined boots on, a pair that’s never
seen the dirt of combat or blood of Titans and comrades alike. It’s unfair, how
unstained and unyielding they are. The boots? Perhaps the nobles.