Erwin Smith (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
solutioning) wrote2013-10-31 08:04 pm
solutioning) wrote2013-10-31 08:04 pm
[2] zwei | sense and sensibility
Before the fireplace lay a green rug, two chairs, and a table on which rested an old-world novel bound in crimson linen; this last was an orphan from the two massive bookshelves which dominated the western wall of the office. The open window admitted the shouts, gentled by distance, of the soldiers training in the courtyard below. A long yellow column of afternoon sunlight draped lazily upon the wooden floor and the rightmost third of Commander Erwin Smith's desk. Here there was the restful scent of paper, and a sense of order as steep and clear as if drawn from a deep well.
Erwin himself was seated at his desk, where he was drawing up a set of expense authorizations in his swift, neat handwriting. The sound of footsteps in the hall disturbed his focus not at all. The pace was intimately familiar, and he knew by speed and heaviness what to expect, and how soon to expect it. He finished the line just in time to look up, tip his pen into the inkwell, straighten his shoulders, and in all other ways convey to his visitor that his attention belonged completely to the matter at hand.
"Welcome back." It was not necessary to indicate the comfortable chair on the other side of his desk. "How did it go?"
Erwin himself was seated at his desk, where he was drawing up a set of expense authorizations in his swift, neat handwriting. The sound of footsteps in the hall disturbed his focus not at all. The pace was intimately familiar, and he knew by speed and heaviness what to expect, and how soon to expect it. He finished the line just in time to look up, tip his pen into the inkwell, straighten his shoulders, and in all other ways convey to his visitor that his attention belonged completely to the matter at hand.
"Welcome back." It was not necessary to indicate the comfortable chair on the other side of his desk. "How did it go?"
ooooh heichou ooooooooooooh
To take over from us, he meant. Nobody in the Survey Corps bothered with a retirement plan; even beyond that, age hunts a man more viciously than any titan. If they could not win the war themselves, he and Levi, the banner would have to be passed. Someone like Jean, or Armin, would succeed Erwin. Someone like Mikasa would succeed to Levi's position. Except she did not have Levi's compassion or his drive.
Just one of the many kinks to be worked out as the future unfolded.
"You don't have any concerns, do you?"
d-danchou, you jam so hard
He drained the last of his tea and tipped the cup a few appreciative inches toward Erwin before setting it down. He, too, was optimistic toward their young, would-be successors. Levi could still call them brats, but with some endearment now, and even the tiniest bit of self-mockery.
"Will that be all?" he asked.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZhMUXN3kGK8
He held Levi's gaze for a moment to lend weight to his thanks, and watched him as he put down his cup; there was a genuine warmth in this attention which went above and beyond the conscientious care Erwin took with all his soldiers.
Then he began to clear away the paperweights and the map. There was still a lot of paperwork before him, and Erwin wished to return to the meditative practice of signing and sealing, counting and acknowledging, to drive away the specter of doubt which clung to his thoughts.
never stopped laughing tbh
It wouldn't happen anytime soon. Levi believed this, and his intuition had always been good.
"Erwin."
Levi was not a warm man, but there was a certain brutish intimacy to his version of 'you're welcome.'
"I'll see you with the brats," he said.
And with that, Levi rose and left the Commander to his paperwork.