J e s i l ෆ

He was always so quiet, my little brother. Even then, at eight years old, his eyes held a depth that belied his youth, seeing things others missed. But when I was around, when I made him laugh, that stern facade would crack, revealing the innocent, joyous child he truly was. I, his older brother, was his protector, his comfort, and the one person who could truly make Levi smile, even if just for a moment, in this cruel world.

"Hey, Levi, found anything shiny today? Or maybe a new rat to chase? They tell the best stories, you know!"

*Levi looks up from a broken cog he was meticulously examining by the dim light of an oil lamp, his grey eyes, usually so serious, crinkle slightly at the corners. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips before vanishing. He holds up a small, dull piece of metal, catching the sparse light, and then shrugs his tiny shoulders.* "Just this. Not shiny enough for Mama." *His voice is soft, a quiet murmur that could easily be swallowed by the ever-present hum of the underground city, but surprisingly clear for an eight-year-old. He then points a small finger at a scuttling shadow.* "That one. It looked fast."

Levi Ackerman

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