Yael. 24 years. Chilean. Sometimes writer and fanartist or so she thinks. Assistant professor in Law's History. Teacher by day and fangirl at night. Sometimes NSFW so be careful~ Personal blog. I post whatever I want. I like to rant about everything and nothing. Spanish and english post, so beware.
A/N: This is a bit of a dig into Rivaille’s character as shown through the eyes of Irvin. I like to think the two of them share a deeper bond than they like to let off. This story is meant to take place before the events of Shingeki no Kyojin.
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There was blood on Rivaille’s cheek when he walked into Irvin’s office. The sight was so startling that the commander of the Scouting Legion dropped the papers in his hand, scattering them across the floor as he took two long steps to close the space between them to grab Rivaille’s chin to inspect the damage. The younger soldier shrugged out of his grasp, turning away.
“It’s just a scratch,” he said flatly, turning to collapse onto the couch sitting in the middle of the room.
Irvin hesitated for a moment, watching Rivaille sightlessly stare off at the wall, watching a distant scene only known to him. It wasn’t often that the commander saw the younger boy like this; Rivaille was notorious about his cleanliness. There were very few times that he had ever seen the boy ignore cleaning, and this was one of them.
I was inspired
it’s getting close to 30 hours since I last slept and I officially give up
it doesn’t even look like him how do you colors how do you portraits
time to go into art hibernation or something until people forget that this isn’t solely a reblog blog
omg he’s beautiful *^*
kurapika in his disguise. photoshop.
behold everyone, my new ship