i actually started writing a somewhat historical AU where levi hops a ship from france to america and he meets eren but there’s a twist which i’ll explain at the end —-
Living in New England (America, they called it) was easier said than done. Sure, his dark hair, short stature, and fair complexion blended in with the majority, but that advantage was rendered useless whenever he opened his mouth to speak. He was fluent in English; he could understand everything that was going on around him. The only problem was that, when he spoke, a heavy French accent tainted his words, and that accent alone was enough to get him trouble — multiple times.
JUNKYARD DOGS, CHAPTER 08 [ full work ]
What goes up, must come down. After the storm, there is devastation; after ecstasy, there is apathy. There is a feeling of nothingness, of indifference, of simply not caring. Even though there’s a hollow feeling in your state of well-being, there’s no sadness. Even though there’s a reason to smile and laugh, there’s no happiness.