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Commander Erwin caressed his eyebrow in the mirror, sensually whispering, “Looking good this morning.” He reached over on the vanity below him, picking up the tweezers. “You almost don’t need this.”
He set to plucking away the stray hairs- there were only a few, as he groomed them every morning and evening. His eyebrows were his favorite pastime: his passion, his pride and joy.
When all the unruly hairs were removed, He combed through his eyebrows one final time before picking up his makeup bag.
Before you ask, no, he does not draw on his eyebrows. He accentuates them. He wants them to shine, to pop! Afterall, they were ranked “Most Fabulous” in last year’s eyebrow contest. Of course, the contest was mostly a joke, and Erwin had requested the category himself, but it was still an impressive accomplishment.
So there he sat, coloring his eyebrows to be a rich shade somewhere in between yellow and brown. Tan? Beige? No word seemed to capture the majesty of the color. Personally, Erwin liked to refer to it as the “Golden Shade.”
Unbeknownst to the Commander, another Survey Corps officer had entered the room after having their knocking ignored (not intentionally, of course, but you know how Erwin can get with his brows).
Captain Levi approached the vanity, and, had Erwin not been so engrossed in his handiwork, he would have noticed the tiny approaching man with raven hair in the mirror. The Captain cleared his throat roughly, ripping the Commander’s attention from his eyebrows.
“Oh, um, Levi… what brings you here?”
He just held up the broom in his hands, “Today’s floor day… you’re room’s up.”
Erwin nodded and turned back to his work, “Ah. Carry on then.” With long, delicate strokes, he brought the brush over his brows, coloring them in to get that perfect tinge that screamed “Power, Elegance, Freedom.”
Levi turned with a disdainful sigh from his superior officer, whom he once respected- as in, he respected him before he entered the room just a second ago to find him whispering sweet nothings to his facial hair. He glanced down at the broom in his hand, “Why can’t everyone be as uncomplicated as you?” Dragging the broom across the cobblestone floor, he muttered, “You’re the only one that understands me…”