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Blood and Salt by valisi for LostCauses (Anteros)
Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan
19 Jun 2018
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Summary
Erwin spares a man's life during the war.
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MY BABZIES
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Erwin set the candle down on his dresser in his room. He closed the door behind himself and reached for the hem of his shirt.
His bowels felt like warm water when he heard the hammer of the gun behind his back. Erwin took his hands from his shirt and raised them up next to his head. He had imagined this many times. But he didn't imagine the feeling of relief. He didn't know that relief could come so quickly with a simple sound. He imagined his father's smile and his mother's laugh. And he hoped that the man standing behind him would be fast.
“Walk four steps forward.”
Erwin looked down at the floor. His vision wasn't clear. But he took the four steps without stumbling. He had forgotten that fear had such a sobering affect. His senses were so intense that he could hear the breath of the man behind him. Even though he was relieved that it would end, he couldn't deny the fear. It was there. But it wouldn't last much longer. He could stand anything as long as he knew it would end. Erwin took a breath from his nose and exhaled from his mouth.
“Turn around.”
With his hands still in the air, Erwin turned and looked at the man. The man was short, the top of his head only reaching Erwin's chest. He had to lift his arm up quite a bit to point the pistol in Erwin's face. His black hair was pulled back into a thick bun. The clothes on his body were clean, but they were much too big. There were holes in his shirt. Patches in his pants. Erwin could see the bones protruding from the man's hand, and he could see his distinct collar bone under the loose collar. In the dim of the candlelight, Erwin couldn't tell the color of the man's eyes. They were light. Blue or green.
The man tilted his head, and Erwin saw a thick scar along the left side of the man's temple.
“Do you remember me?” he asked. Erwin shook his head.
“I don't,” Erwin said.
“You gave me this scar.” Erwin looked at the scar, the curve of it, the raised texture.
“I apologize,” Erwin said. “I do not remember you.”
“Try harder,” he said. “I was in a field of bodies, if that helps.” The images flashed in Erwin's mind. “I held a man in my arms while you pointed your rifle at my face.” The soldier, kneeling among bodies, the dead man in his lap, his eyes. “He was dead.” Erwin remembered the man had gray eyes. “He wasn't even cold.” The soldier's uniform should have been gray. But it was red and black. “You didn't shoot me.” His eyes were gray. “You fucking should have.”
“I remember you,” Erwin said.