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Heaven-a place regarded in various religions as the abode of God (or the gods) and the angels, and of the good after death, often traditionally depicted as being above the sky
Heaven
Death
Karma
Reincarnation
It all seemed to be a mix of those four things, circling ceaselessly around him as the centuries passed. Nobody understood how it worked and there was nobody to ask seeing as an angel's life was mostly solitary. It didn't bother him as it did in the beginning, his anger had subsided after a few decades and soon his wanderlust lulled the dancing flame of sorrow that had burned behind his eyes since his first final breath.
He had been give another life or two afterwards, that he was sure of.
Certain landmarks, the twinkle of a specific city at night, an old song drifting up through the clouds, they would strike a familiar chord in his chest. Nothing ever came through clearly, his other lives mingled with each other and skewed any solid memories he had.
However, like most, his first life had been etched into the curves of his mind and for that he learned to become thankful. He wandered aimlessly at first, hoping to spot the eyes of someone he had cared for from before. It was a rare occasion that his path would cross with another, for some reason they had so many other lives to live and he was almost a permanent fixture in the clouds.
Brilliant crimson wings batted against his ethereal skin as gentle as a butterfly's kiss, their tips blurring into a milky white as they extended past the tips of his fingers. He wasn't the only one to carry the stain of his fallen on his wings, but it was only after his last visit to earth he was gifted with their elegant prestige.
A guardian, a symbol of the greatness he once carried on his shoulders, watching friend after friend succumb to the giants that used to plague the earth while he stood standing.
Humanity had fallen at his feet in praise, the battle finally won and the death finding meaning against the battered wounds of the survivors. Guilt and longing tied together by the string of knowledge that you would never walk beyond the walls without fear, never feel the soft whisper of the ocean waves, and never become his wife as you had promised.
Humanities strongest still couldn't waver, after all death had been sewn into him as deep as the ocean floor, even with cavernous heart and broken soul he lived on. Surviving without you and dedicating the remainder of his days to the exploration of newly conquered territory, planting your favorite flower in places he wish he could show you.
His last words were your name, his last thought was of finding you in the afterlife and spending the rest of eternity together. His expectations were cut down when he was born into another family, another century, another world without you.
It was a life less empty but broken all the same, he spent his days trying to recall your face and the smile that made his knees buckle every time. Another deathbed, another whisper of your name, another broken dream.
He'd stopped expecting to find you, submitting to the fact that he had spilled too much blood and he was cursed to walk alone life after life. Once he awoke in the clouds with feathers gently brushing against his shoulders he knew his time on earth was up. Maybe it was because he hadn't done anything with his new lives as he did his first but finding meaning in a world he couldn't understand had rendered him all but useless.He was good, he was successful but he had always ended up alone at the end, falling back on that promise you never fulfilled.
During his time wandering around in the boundless heavens he learned to weave in and out of conversations held on earth, the voices striking him in a foul mood each time they prayed for an unneeded miracle. Though he was only given specific voices to hear so he could guide them in the right direction he could never find a strong bond with most. He did his duty and watched most blossom into beautiful souls, meeting them above for fragmented moments before they descended back to the world below.
It wasn't until one of his humans he had been bound to protect found their way into your life did he feel his heart beat for the first time in two centuries. Your laugh sauntered into his ears as welcomed as a grand symphony, igniting a hundred butterfly like tingles wavering from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. His granite hues peering between the clouds, tunneling his vision until he found your face among the throng of blurred bystanders.
After that day he spent nearly every waking moment watching you, drowning in the sound of your voice, aching to feel your skin against his one more time. Selfish thoughts soon took over his mind, hoping you could come up and be with him though he knew he would have to watch you die again for his wish to be granted. So he to push those despicable thoughts away despite how his need for you was devouring him.
There were only a few instances he could leave his perch in the sky, when one of his humans needed help down below, an urgent situation that called for his unearthly attention. He was not supposed to ignore the pleas of his chosen, he had never even tried before now but the temptation was much too great. His body ached and his wings began to cinder at the tips the further he strayed from his path.
His thin arms reached out to you as you turned the corner, a wisp of your hair tracing the line of his knuckles leaving a stream of warmth against his icy skin. Thick smoke rose from the charring feathers on his back, the black flame licking at the skin of his shoulders. His bare feet pounded into the concrete, his motions becoming sluggish the further he pushed against his duty.
It was his obligation to humanity that had taken you from him before and he had lived on with the regret of not saving you for far too long. If he turned to ash and fell down to hell for the rest of his life just for a fleeting moment against you he would do it. He would brave the fire and longing for another century if only to caress your cheek and feel your lips one last time.
Fighting tooth and nail against the sizzling flame now engulfing his back he reached for you one last time, muscles turning to lead, each movement sending searing white hot pain shooting through his entire body. He felt an electric jolt when his fingers touched yours, the softest whisper of skin connecting. Again it turned into a beautiful tragedy, your face falling into the blurred surroundings as his body gave way to the fire that now encompassed his form.
It was the way he would have wanted it to happen before, back when the titans were the biggest threat to you and him. He should have saved you, should have kept you out of harms way, should have done so many things for so many others. He thought he would grow, could learn to trust and help humanity by allowing so many to sacrifice their lives for generations to come. He understood it until your body was among the vast stack of corpses, he had been able to use their deaths as a will to fight until it was you he was fighting to avenge.
These thoughts danced in his mind when his half-lidded eyes sprung all the way open, colorful chaos swirling around him. Unfamiliar voices and hushed giggles trickled against his eardrums, adding to the confusion and fog in his mind. He shot up with a start, placing a chubby hand to the back of his shoulder, he could feel heat against the pads of his fingers but couldn't remember why.
His eyes skimmed his dimly lit surroundings, noting about ten other children sleeping soundly on blue and green mats scattered across the floor. He blinked, looking down at his own body, his legs were that of a child's, chubby with scraped knees. Fighting back a surge of sadness he laid back down onto his mat, turning to his side to face an unknown body next to him.
He had been born again, the realization hitting him as hard as it always did. He was given another life without you in it, another long and gruesome existence knowing he'd die alone on his own accord. With a heavy sigh he snuggled deeper under his blanket, pulling it up to his chin and letting his mind wander back to the soft touch of your skin. The memory would have to last him for eternity yet again.
"Levi, I'm cold will you share your blanket?"
His mouth went dry at the sound of your soft whisper, his heart dropping to his belly when your eyes met his as you rolled to face him, small features groggily smiling at him. Wordlessly he pulled your tiny body into his, bumping his nose against your hair and inhaling the scent he had been longing for. You giggled and wrapped your arms around his small neck, nuzzling your nose against his shoulder.
"You took so long Corporal, I thought you'd never come back for me."
Heaven
Death
Karma
Reincarnation
It all seemed to be a mix of those four things, circling ceaselessly around him as the centuries passed. Nobody understood how it worked and there was nobody to ask seeing as an angel's life was mostly solitary. It didn't bother him as it did in the beginning, his anger had subsided after a few decades and soon his wanderlust lulled the dancing flame of sorrow that had burned behind his eyes since his first final breath.
He had been give another life or two afterwards, that he was sure of.
Certain landmarks, the twinkle of a specific city at night, an old song drifting up through the clouds, they would strike a familiar chord in his chest. Nothing ever came through clearly, his other lives mingled with each other and skewed any solid memories he had.
However, like most, his first life had been etched into the curves of his mind and for that he learned to become thankful. He wandered aimlessly at first, hoping to spot the eyes of someone he had cared for from before. It was a rare occasion that his path would cross with another, for some reason they had so many other lives to live and he was almost a permanent fixture in the clouds.
Brilliant crimson wings batted against his ethereal skin as gentle as a butterfly's kiss, their tips blurring into a milky white as they extended past the tips of his fingers. He wasn't the only one to carry the stain of his fallen on his wings, but it was only after his last visit to earth he was gifted with their elegant prestige.
A guardian, a symbol of the greatness he once carried on his shoulders, watching friend after friend succumb to the giants that used to plague the earth while he stood standing.
Humanity had fallen at his feet in praise, the battle finally won and the death finding meaning against the battered wounds of the survivors. Guilt and longing tied together by the string of knowledge that you would never walk beyond the walls without fear, never feel the soft whisper of the ocean waves, and never become his wife as you had promised.
Humanities strongest still couldn't waver, after all death had been sewn into him as deep as the ocean floor, even with cavernous heart and broken soul he lived on. Surviving without you and dedicating the remainder of his days to the exploration of newly conquered territory, planting your favorite flower in places he wish he could show you.
His last words were your name, his last thought was of finding you in the afterlife and spending the rest of eternity together. His expectations were cut down when he was born into another family, another century, another world without you.
It was a life less empty but broken all the same, he spent his days trying to recall your face and the smile that made his knees buckle every time. Another deathbed, another whisper of your name, another broken dream.
He'd stopped expecting to find you, submitting to the fact that he had spilled too much blood and he was cursed to walk alone life after life. Once he awoke in the clouds with feathers gently brushing against his shoulders he knew his time on earth was up. Maybe it was because he hadn't done anything with his new lives as he did his first but finding meaning in a world he couldn't understand had rendered him all but useless.He was good, he was successful but he had always ended up alone at the end, falling back on that promise you never fulfilled.
During his time wandering around in the boundless heavens he learned to weave in and out of conversations held on earth, the voices striking him in a foul mood each time they prayed for an unneeded miracle. Though he was only given specific voices to hear so he could guide them in the right direction he could never find a strong bond with most. He did his duty and watched most blossom into beautiful souls, meeting them above for fragmented moments before they descended back to the world below.
It wasn't until one of his humans he had been bound to protect found their way into your life did he feel his heart beat for the first time in two centuries. Your laugh sauntered into his ears as welcomed as a grand symphony, igniting a hundred butterfly like tingles wavering from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. His granite hues peering between the clouds, tunneling his vision until he found your face among the throng of blurred bystanders.
After that day he spent nearly every waking moment watching you, drowning in the sound of your voice, aching to feel your skin against his one more time. Selfish thoughts soon took over his mind, hoping you could come up and be with him though he knew he would have to watch you die again for his wish to be granted. So he to push those despicable thoughts away despite how his need for you was devouring him.
There were only a few instances he could leave his perch in the sky, when one of his humans needed help down below, an urgent situation that called for his unearthly attention. He was not supposed to ignore the pleas of his chosen, he had never even tried before now but the temptation was much too great. His body ached and his wings began to cinder at the tips the further he strayed from his path.
His thin arms reached out to you as you turned the corner, a wisp of your hair tracing the line of his knuckles leaving a stream of warmth against his icy skin. Thick smoke rose from the charring feathers on his back, the black flame licking at the skin of his shoulders. His bare feet pounded into the concrete, his motions becoming sluggish the further he pushed against his duty.
It was his obligation to humanity that had taken you from him before and he had lived on with the regret of not saving you for far too long. If he turned to ash and fell down to hell for the rest of his life just for a fleeting moment against you he would do it. He would brave the fire and longing for another century if only to caress your cheek and feel your lips one last time.
Fighting tooth and nail against the sizzling flame now engulfing his back he reached for you one last time, muscles turning to lead, each movement sending searing white hot pain shooting through his entire body. He felt an electric jolt when his fingers touched yours, the softest whisper of skin connecting. Again it turned into a beautiful tragedy, your face falling into the blurred surroundings as his body gave way to the fire that now encompassed his form.
It was the way he would have wanted it to happen before, back when the titans were the biggest threat to you and him. He should have saved you, should have kept you out of harms way, should have done so many things for so many others. He thought he would grow, could learn to trust and help humanity by allowing so many to sacrifice their lives for generations to come. He understood it until your body was among the vast stack of corpses, he had been able to use their deaths as a will to fight until it was you he was fighting to avenge.
These thoughts danced in his mind when his half-lidded eyes sprung all the way open, colorful chaos swirling around him. Unfamiliar voices and hushed giggles trickled against his eardrums, adding to the confusion and fog in his mind. He shot up with a start, placing a chubby hand to the back of his shoulder, he could feel heat against the pads of his fingers but couldn't remember why.
His eyes skimmed his dimly lit surroundings, noting about ten other children sleeping soundly on blue and green mats scattered across the floor. He blinked, looking down at his own body, his legs were that of a child's, chubby with scraped knees. Fighting back a surge of sadness he laid back down onto his mat, turning to his side to face an unknown body next to him.
He had been born again, the realization hitting him as hard as it always did. He was given another life without you in it, another long and gruesome existence knowing he'd die alone on his own accord. With a heavy sigh he snuggled deeper under his blanket, pulling it up to his chin and letting his mind wander back to the soft touch of your skin. The memory would have to last him for eternity yet again.
"Levi, I'm cold will you share your blanket?"
His mouth went dry at the sound of your soft whisper, his heart dropping to his belly when your eyes met his as you rolled to face him, small features groggily smiling at him. Wordlessly he pulled your tiny body into his, bumping his nose against your hair and inhaling the scent he had been longing for. You giggled and wrapped your arms around his small neck, nuzzling your nose against his shoulder.
"You took so long Corporal, I thought you'd never come back for me."
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This was supposed to be all angstidk what the fuck happened
Literally I made myself sad, pulled an Isayama and changed the ending.
SNK is already to angsty in canon that I can't find it in myself to write an angsty/sad AU
fdalfdjafjdasfkljdaskfjasfadfjasfdas
#aumonth
-M
This was supposed to be all angst
Literally I made myself sad, pulled an Isayama and changed the ending.
SNK is already to angsty in canon that I can't find it in myself to write an angsty/sad AU
fdalfdjafjdasfkljdaskfjasfadfjasfdas
#aumonth
-M
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awwww this is so beautiful, and they'll get to grow old together ❤