chamomile valley // snk levi

twenty eight.

CHAPTER XXII.  Dent-De-Lion [French - Lions Tooth; Dandelion]

ġēar 854.

My dearest Hōne,

I did mean it when I say I demand to hear from you possibly every month knowing that your job had definitely taught you how to write. I swear I am going crazy hearing nothing but silence from you and your somewhere possibly on your last breath or somehow grew many feet tall.

Please don't be dead or a titan, I won't be able to forgive myself for somehow cursing you through this letter. But if you became a titan, hypothetically, you must be able to visit once in a while and not try to eat me then I would consider the idea of it.

If you must know, I'm doing fine so I expect you to be as well once you receive this good news. In fact, everyone is doing fine. Word goes, and definitely one from your friend, that she is actually expecting so do pay her a visit. All the while I'm expecting for you to return. Or at least a letter, you should be able to hold a pen and write something on it addressed to me once in a while.

I've taken a trip down memory lane, more preferably a stroll along a familiar stream. You recall the one that was said to connect to the sea, and here I was hoping that you would be able to swim against the current and visit me here. I decided to take my place here by the end of the mountain hill and wash the clothes I wear every Sunday morning where it is more peaceful.

The handkerchief you left here remains untouched, however, and it still smells like you. I don't think I'll be able to wash it if it's the only thing I have to remember you by. I am considering to make it into a rag once it wears out of your scent and I know this is your favorite so do come back.

I heard that the woods just a few miles from here were actually true and we can use them to our advantage; you may use the word however you please.

During my travels as to spectate the accommodation of the forest, a few nudges and where we'll be able to spend much times in, I found blue succulent round fruits that sounds delectable but the cook told me to not consume any of it as it is deathly. To think that I almost gave them to our pregnant friend who has been nothing but sweet.

However, in all seriousness, I hope that you're well and not missing a limb or two, or dead, because I will never forgive you if you are. We have much to discuss when you come home to me. 

And bring your friends, especially the small man. You know how much I love it when they make you smile when for some reason I can't.

Your doting partner, Blosthryre

Hange read the contents of the letter once, each of the words burning itself to mind. Hōne? What an absolute hurried and uncreative name only you were able to think of, not that you weren't able to think clearly on a crystal morning. The commander had assumed it must be time to write you a letter back, after all, the woods were a marvelous place to hide one's biddings.

But seeing that previous time wasn't available as of the moment (it never was when one is faced with Jaegerists escorting that said someone to find out their leaders half-brother while you clutch in your arms the possible dead corpse of your friend), Hange decided to discard the thought of replace it for a much more feasible one to match the tension in the place.

How will I even mail the letter at a time like this? What will I say about Levi? One last thought let out its last hoorah from Hange's mind. Knowing you wouldn't want to know that any one of them were dead, especially after receiving the passive aggressive love letter it was more wrath-avoiding to visit in one piece.