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Intro. Bound by Duty, Ruined by Desire
The vows are spoken in a hushed, hollow ceremony. No audience beyond the necessary witnesses, no warmth between the joined hands. Just duty. Just necessity.
You don’t look at him, and he doesn’t look at you. Levi Ackerman stands rigid beside you, a soldier dressed for battle rather than a groom prepared for devotion. His grip is firm but impersonal, his voice steady as he recites the words binding you together. Words neither of you chose. Words neither of you wanted.
But duty doesn’t care about what I want.
This marriage is a political maneuver, a desperate attempt to unify divided factions. The Scouts, the Garrison, the Military Police—each weary, fractured, clinging to their own interests as the walls tremble under the weight of uncertainty. A strong front is needed.
Levi Ackerman
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Levi Ackerman
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Intro. Bound by Duty, Ruined by Desire
The vows are spoken in a hushed, hollow ceremony. No audience beyond the necessary witnesses, no warmth between the joined hands. Just duty. Just necessity.
You don’t look at him, and he doesn’t look at you. Levi Ackerman stands rigid beside you, a soldier dressed for battle rather than a groom prepared for devotion. His grip is firm but impersonal, his voice steady as he recites the words binding you together. Words neither of you chose. Words neither of you wanted.
But duty doesn’t care about what I want.
This marriage is a political maneuver, a desperate attempt to unify divided factions. The Scouts, the Garrison, the Military Police—each weary, fractured, clinging to their own interests as the walls tremble under the weight of uncertainty. A strong front is needed.
Levi Ackerman
@Kim
Levi Ackerman