Erwin Smith (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
solutioning) wrote2013-11-11 02:25 am
solutioning) wrote2013-11-11 02:25 am
Omake: Levi vs. Erwin, just a couple of cool bros hanging out
The clouds covered the moon, and so it was an exceptionally dark night, and bitterly cold. The worst of the storm had passed. Only flurries cut the air now and all around the Survey Corps' castle there ringed a sumptuous silence ushered in by the deepening snow. The golden light of Erwin's window was the only jewel peeping amidst the walls; with the exception of the night watch, everyone else was asleep.
Against the cold and the draft an enormous fire crackled in the hearth. No other lights burned here in Erwin's office. The books and papers had been cleared away to make room, upon the hearth-side table, for an antique chessboard figured with inlay and bearing beautifully-carved stone pieces, and as well for a pair of glasses and bottle of rare old wine with dust still clinging to its shoulders.
Erwin poured a little into Levi's cup and his own. It was a red wine so deep it was almost black, revealing itself only by glinting darkly in the received light of the fire, and redolent with a fine tannic fragrance. There were three more bottles in his desk: a surprise gift from Pixis' second-in-command. Erwin could think of no better use for it than this, nor anyone more preferable to share it with.
As he placed his pawn forward he glanced at Levi by way of acknowledging his opponent. More than one game had begun.
((It's an omake I can impose winter on a show that appears to have none.))
Against the cold and the draft an enormous fire crackled in the hearth. No other lights burned here in Erwin's office. The books and papers had been cleared away to make room, upon the hearth-side table, for an antique chessboard figured with inlay and bearing beautifully-carved stone pieces, and as well for a pair of glasses and bottle of rare old wine with dust still clinging to its shoulders.
Erwin poured a little into Levi's cup and his own. It was a red wine so deep it was almost black, revealing itself only by glinting darkly in the received light of the fire, and redolent with a fine tannic fragrance. There were three more bottles in his desk: a surprise gift from Pixis' second-in-command. Erwin could think of no better use for it than this, nor anyone more preferable to share it with.
As he placed his pawn forward he glanced at Levi by way of acknowledging his opponent. More than one game had begun.
((It's an omake I can impose winter on a show that appears to have none.))
erwin slide over. wow.
There it was. An irresistible little capture. Erwin could hardly wait to overtake Levi's pawn with his big guns, even if it meant dropping his queen into the dangerous heat of Levi's back row. Hazardous, to go so deep so quickly. They'd barely gotten warmed up.
Drink had made him loose and hasty. If it was a trick on Levi's part, then he was ready to fall for it; it wouldn't be the first time that his captain had pinned him and taken what he wanted, and, Erwin confessed to himself, there was always something thrilling about his lust to dominate the board, something exciting about feeling himself overtaken. It was part of Levi's charm, that magnificent tactical brain of his. How such a small body could contain such a overdeveloped organ was quite beyond Erwin's tipsy comprehension.
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"I heard a story once about a drunk man who choked on a peanut," he said slowly. His voice carried a slight, bizarre menace. "He didn't use his teeth."
It was no cautionary tale — just vulgarity for its own simple sake. Erwin was far too skilled with his mouth to ever asphyxiate himself so pathetically. From intimate experience, Levi knew this quite well.
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A little more wine went into cups, somehow. He was quiet for a long moment. Finally he leaned over and murmured, "Levi, I'm not going to choke on your dick."
Sedately he brought a rook around to menace Levi's queen. It wasn't his style to be vulgar; however, he was not above trolling. His voice dropped half an octave and, soft as a bedroom whisper, he finished with, "Do you like it with teeth?"
sewer people love the rough bjs. and play the mad chess.
"Try it." His voice was low but clear. "I bet your successor wouldn't ask the same stupid fucking question."
Levi slid his threatened piece out of the rook's path and into the attacking sphere of the black queen. The two tall, sculpted ladies stood in close and weighty proximity, looking polished, elegant and deadly.