Reblogging these in honour of dancing Levi…
“You didn’t dance,” Erwin comments amicably, as the carriage passes out through the Sina gate.
Levi can just make out the blue of his eyes in the dim glow of the swinging carriage lantern.
“Of course I didn’t dance,” he snaps, making no attempt to hide his irritation.
“Can I what?”
Levi knows he’s being wilfully obtuse, but right now, he really is not in the mood.
“Can you dance?” Erwin persists, refusing to rise to the bait.
“What the fuck do you think?”
Erwin doesn’t need to say what he thinks.
After a gala in Mitras Erwin insists on teaching a reluctant Levi how to dance.
If Erwin was being honest with himself, which he is not, he would have to admit that he enjoys dragging Levi out to these galas and balls. He enjoys his surly presence, enjoys the defiant tilt of his chin as he glares at the nobles, enjoys his caustic comments, the way he bristles at any perceived slight to the Survey Corps or its Commander. But Erwin Smith is not an honest man and he will not admit these things. And most particularly, he will not admit, not even to himself, especially not to himself, that he enjoys the way the Captain’s dress uniform fits over his small lithe form.
Follow from Erwin’s point of view.