Starrtoon

“Coffee?” Levi sets his cup down. She pours his mug full. He sips it and almost smiles. Almost. He loves her coffee. He doesn't thank her, but he knows she doesn't mind; after all, it is her job. And that was just how it went everyday. - - - “Coffee?” The mug clinks onto the tabletop, the noise echoing around the empty room. She pours until the liquid rests neatly against the brim – just the way he likes it. He takes a large gulp, ignoring his searing throat. The heat doesn't bother him anymore; the taste is far too good to allow pain to stop him from enjoying it. “Is it good?” He looks up at h

What started as a drizzle started coming down harder into a downpour. You were on your way back to the survey corps headquarters when it started and you weren't even half the distance back before you were soaked through. You didn't even have a horse with you. You were assigned to do the standard patrol of the area outside the headquarters and went on foot. You pulled your cape over your satchel of medical supplies. You were on the healer squad in the survey corps, serving on the front lines dealing with first aid. You didn't want to get your things wet. But your hair and clothes were soaked through and you were shivering. You were walking