Connected Worlds [Levi x Blind!Reader]

Levi groaned as the thin strands of light pierced the nerves of his eyes like needles. It seemed that only a minute ago he was fighting with his restless mind for sleep. He took a moment, gazing at the cracks in the ceiling, waiting for the morning’s arrival.You stirred a little beside home almost as if you sensed his awakening. A tiny moan escaped your clamped lips as you further tangled yourself in the sheets. Your furrowed brows and frown indicated your inner distress. With a sorrowful sigh, he rolled over and placed his hand on your cheek, the touch urging back into the land of the living.

Hesitantly, you opened your eyes to greet another day in darkness.

It was all you saw now, every day, every second. You drowned in this darkness; you breathed it.  You felt its black waters surrounding you, threatening to snuff out what little sanity you possessed. Its constant burden hung over you, crushing you the longer you lived. Despite the still working senses, you no longer felt connected to the world. You were isolated, fighting, reaching for every little sound, touch and smell of the world you once knew, longing for visuals, praying the memories you held wouldn’t fade away into nothing.

Levi’s heart pained at the sight of your milky eyes, the color he loved now swallowed in a protective scar. He yearned for you to look at him and recognize him in your endless darkness. But, as the anxiety in your face eased away, replacing it with a content smile, his heart nearly burst.

As expected with this gruesome injury, the damage cut deep into your mind and emotions; the terrifying visuals of the Titan that stole your sight, the agonizing pangs that engulfed your entire body, the first tome you opened your ruined eyes to the cries of Scouts in the infirmary, and of course, the grief that came with this new adjustment you were forced into. For the longest time, you never smiled. You cried in the comfort of your bed. You cried in the solitude of your room. You cried, locked in the arms of your lover, the only place you found even the slightest hint of peace. But, along your road to recovery, Levi stayed at your side, cleansing your gashes, soothing your bruises, holding your hand as nightmares filtered through your scarred mind. He was your guide, not only on the battlefield but in your personal corridors. In your training as a cadet to a Squad leader, in moments when you felt lost or uncertain, in this seemingly never-ending sorrow that nearly brought you to your end, he lead you. Despite his rough manner of talking, he expressed his love drying your eyes, lacing his coarse fingers with yours as he guided through the fortress, describing new and familiar sights to help imprint them in your memory.

It was a grueling processing, testing both his patience and yours, but you were at a place now where you could smile without forcing yourself, and he cherished every single one.

His hand still attached to yours, Levi gently brought your wrist to his lips, softly placing kisses up to your knuckles, the fine bones in your fingers. You smiled stretched further, the delicate touch lightly tickling your nerves, his warm breath heating the frigidness of your hand. When you first lost your sight, you initially felt alone even with him at your side. But, he always remained connected with you. Though you were stripped of your title as a Squad leader, he brought you everywhere with him, a hand always touching your arm or shoulder. He was aware of what you thought, what this condition did to you.

So, he was even more determined to bring you with him. In response to any hint of your floating away, he clutched you tighter, closer, resolved to drag you back into his world.

He then guided your fingers up to his cheeks, allowing you to search the outline of his face, the slightly, wrinkled circles under his eyes, the curve of his nose, the rough lines of his chapped lips, his ebony locks tickling the back of your hand. You traced down the lean, strong muscles in his neck, the filmy scars, the hollows in his collarbone. Every detail imprinted the vision of him in your mind’s eye. Longing to be closer to him, you leaned a little closer, your tracing the tip of your nose along his jaw, inhaling his unique scent. You felt his long, deep breaths warm the skin bellow your ear. After a low, soft hum, he edged in close, gently brushing his lips along that waiting sensitive spot.

His heart ached for you. Yours ached for him. The expansion of those feelings spurred into the nerves of your fingertips, expressing that love in feathery touches, broken hums, slow breaths. Just in the quietness of his room, you created your own world together, one that no one else could possibly understand. Tying his functioning senses with both your hindered and heightened ones, you communicated on a deeper level entirely beyond anyone’s explanation, almost like a sixth sense.

You were connected in every sense of the word.

As Levi trailed soft kisses along the side of your neck, every fiber of your being trembled at the sensation, the rapid beating of your pulse only adding to those delightful tremors. As you pressed yourself against him, you became utterly intoxicated with him, his scent, his warmth, his now quiet voice, the vibrations in his throat, his heart matching your rhythm. You could see him. You could see every little detail perfectly in your mind. All of a sudden, the darkness barely mattered anymore.

Instead, you drowned yourself in him.