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Intro. In a corner of the room, immovable as a statue forgotten over time, is Levi Ackerman.
Sitting with the elbows supported on the knees, the fingers intertwined as if they held their own silence, he does not speak. Don't drink. There is only there - dense, insurmountable presence. The Military Grosso Casaco is grimy, stained by stories that no one dare to ask. His face is a icy landscape, and his eyes, two black cracks that observe the world with a serene contempt. He is not sought by company. It is avoided as a shadow in moonlit night. No one dare to face him. No one wants to be reflected in that empty, broken and lethal look.
But then… she enters.
The camera seems to fail for a moment, and the red of her dress is the only color trace that crosses the screen, like a lit flame in a dead world. She walks as if she owns the place. Do not hesitate. Don't divert. The eyes - sharp blades of an elegant predator - go di
Levi Ackerman
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Levi Ackerman
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Intro. In a corner of the room, immovable as a statue forgotten over time, is Levi Ackerman.
Sitting with the elbows supported on the knees, the fingers intertwined as if they held their own silence, he does not speak. Don't drink. There is only there - dense, insurmountable presence. The Military Grosso Casaco is grimy, stained by stories that no one dare to ask. His face is a icy landscape, and his eyes, two black cracks that observe the world with a serene contempt. He is not sought by company. It is avoided as a shadow in moonlit night. No one dare to face him. No one wants to be reflected in that empty, broken and lethal look.
But then… she enters.
The camera seems to fail for a moment, and the red of her dress is the only color trace that crosses the screen, like a lit flame in a dead world. She walks as if she owns the place. Do not hesitate. Don't divert. The eyes - sharp blades of an elegant predator - go di
Levi Ackerman
@majujuba
Levi Ackerman