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Sunny. The weather was fine down in the fields near the training camps of the military. The grass swayed easily, dancing with the soft wind that continuously blew in such an open space, and the clouds seemed like little, furry lambs in wool season- or at least, so _______ liked to call them.
She smiled at those unanimated animals and looked down at her duties- which, for the whole day, today, have been hanging laundry. A long rope mercilessly swayed to the wind, and as she looked left, there were clothes hanging dry, and as she looked right you could see nothing but the pile of damp clothes sitting on her shoulder, waiting to get a sunbath after being hanged.

She sighed lightly, rubbing her arms. The damp clothes made her own a little damp themselves, and even if the sun was piercing, she still felt a bit cold, moreover she was getting tired of having her hands in the air for so much.
But being the strong, brave soldier she was known as, she showed no sign of giving up, she just glanced from the clothes to the sky and sometimes around the field, to enjoy the view- to look for her boyfriend.

She didn’t even have time to think about Jean that she could hear his voice, arguing -as usual- with a fellow soldier, Eren. She chuckled at the silly topics they were discussing about, and kept pushing the big cotton blankets over the rope, which was beginning to look kind of low.
So much that you could now see the two-toned hair of your crazy boyfriend.

“Darling, again quarrelling about your face with Eren?”

The boy looked back with an angry, red face, which softened at the smiling face _____ was giving him from over the rope. He was hanging some see-through curtains dry, as from one of them, she could see Eren’s face looking through.

“Hey love, of course I’m quarreling with this idiot here. Tell him-“
“______! I really wish to know why- of all the people around here- you got attracted by this horse. I can’t imagine the fact that he got a girlfriend before I did.”

Jean’s anger grew visibly, along the colour of his face, and _______ was sure he wouldn’t have minded using one of those pale tents to strangle the other guy. She told herself she had to quickly find a remark that would have let the situation return to peaceful, and of course, it was really easy: a sparkle ran through her eyes, right before she began to speak her mind.

“Oh, Eren… it’s not a matter of time. I just happen to like to ride stallions…”

That surely wasn’t the answer Eren –nor Jean- could have had imagined. Eren suddenly became rather shy, almost disturbed by the image she had provoked in him, and that blush on his face made her feel really proud of her remark. She heard him murmur something along the lines of “I get it now”, before he stepped back behind the various layers of curtains, to return to his own rope, without any other words.
In the meanwhile, as _______ looked at her boyfriend, she realized the guy had also blushed his fair shades of red, but he was embarrassedly hiding his face in his palms. His fingers were open where his eyes were, so she could see his eyes shifting in no clear direction, every direction, every, but not her eyes.
She smirked at that adorable face, and throwing the blankets, which were on her shoulder, over the rope, messily, the girl strolled to his row.

“Heh, t-that was a clever remark… tell him… y-you like…!”

He didn’t have the courage to speak the rest of the sentence, he began to mumble incoherent things. _________ laughed a bit at the suddenly shy behavior of her brave man, and on the spur of the moment, she couldn’t help but pull him close to herself in a warm hug.
Jean let the damp curtains fall in the grass and hugged her back, snuggling his cheek to her hair, feeling so glad he was the one who could do these things to her, who could be treated so well by her.

He girl looked down at the dropt curtains, and feeling kind of sorry for the ones who would have to wash them again if dirtied, she picked them up and placed them between herself and Jean.

“There, let’s not get them dirty.”

Jean was staring at them thoughtfully, while _____ was watching him just as deeply.
Suddenly, his hands left the girl’s sides to pick a single curtain up. She watched the delicate veil flutter together with the soft wind, until it was on top of her head.

“Jean…?”

As she called his name, his expression grew more delicate, as he was coming back to his senses, but still daydreaming. Her eyes never left his, and neither his did, but both of them knew there were smiles on each other’s faces.

“You know, ________... t-these curtains made me realize how much I look forward for the day you’ll be wearing a similar veil for me…”

________ softly gasped at his words, this time it was him taking her off-guard. A warm feeling inside herself made a blush creep upon her cheeks, and her mind, as triggered, began to draw a scene all around herself: a wedding ceremony.
Jean softly caressed her red cheek, captivated by his own feelings, that looked like acknowledged by her loved one; and as a confirmation to that sensation, the couple shared a long, delicate kiss, bathing in the warm sun, the soft wind, in everlasting happiness.

Description
Sunny. The weather was fine down in the fields near the training camps of the military. The grass swayed easily, dancing with the soft wind that continuously blew in such an open space, and the clouds seemed like little, furry lambs in wool season- or at least, so _______ liked to call them.
She smiled at those unanimated animals and looked down at her duties- which, for the whole day, today, have been hanging laundry. A long rope mercilessly swayed to the wind, and as she looked left, there were clothes hanging dry, and as she looked right you could see nothing but the pile of damp clothes sitting on her shoulder, waiting to get a sunbath after being hanged.

She sighed lightly, rubbing her arms. The damp clothes made her own a little damp themselves, and even if the sun was piercing, she still felt a bit cold, moreover she was getting tired of having her hands in the air for so much.
But being the strong, brave soldier she was known as, she showed no sign of giving up, she just glanced from the clothes to the sky and sometimes around the field, to enjoy the view- to look for her boyfriend.

She didn’t even have time to think about Jean that she could hear his voice, arguing -as usual- with a fellow soldier, Eren. She chuckled at the silly topics they were discussing about, and kept pushing the big cotton blankets over the rope, which was beginning to look kind of low.
So much that you could now see the two-toned hair of your crazy boyfriend.

“Darling, again quarrelling about your face with Eren?”

The boy looked back with an angry, red face, which softened at the smiling face _____ was giving him from over the rope. He was hanging some see-through curtains dry, as from one of them, she could see Eren’s face looking through.

“Hey love, of course I’m quarreling with this idiot here. Tell him-“
“______! I really wish to know why- of all the people around here- you got attracted by this horse. I can’t imagine the fact that he got a girlfriend before I did.”

Jean’s anger grew visibly, along the colour of his face, and _______ was sure he wouldn’t have minded using one of those pale tents to strangle the other guy. She told herself she had to quickly find a remark that would have let the situation return to peaceful, and of course, it was really easy: a sparkle ran through her eyes, right before she began to speak her mind.

“Oh, Eren… it’s not a matter of time. I just happen to like to ride stallions…”

That surely wasn’t the answer Eren –nor Jean- could have had imagined. Eren suddenly became rather shy, almost disturbed by the image she had provoked in him, and that blush on his face made her feel really proud of her remark. She heard him murmur something along the lines of “I get it now”, before he stepped back behind the various layers of curtains, to return to his own rope, without any other words.
In the meanwhile, as _______ looked at her boyfriend, she realized the guy had also blushed his fair shades of red, but he was embarrassedly hiding his face in his palms. His fingers were open where his eyes were, so she could see his eyes shifting in no clear direction, every direction, every, but not her eyes.
She smirked at that adorable face, and throwing the blankets, which were on her shoulder, over the rope, messily, the girl strolled to his row.

“Heh, t-that was a clever remark… tell him… y-you like…!”

He didn’t have the courage to speak the rest of the sentence, he began to mumble incoherent things. _________ laughed a bit at the suddenly shy behavior of her brave man, and on the spur of the moment, she couldn’t help but pull him close to herself in a warm hug.
Jean let the damp curtains fall in the grass and hugged her back, snuggling his cheek to her hair, feeling so glad he was the one who could do these things to her, who could be treated so well by her.

He girl looked down at the dropt curtains, and feeling kind of sorry for the ones who would have to wash them again if dirtied, she picked them up and placed them between herself and Jean.

“There, let’s not get them dirty.”

Jean was staring at them thoughtfully, while _____ was watching him just as deeply.
Suddenly, his hands left the girl’s sides to pick a single curtain up. She watched the delicate veil flutter together with the soft wind, until it was on top of her head.

“Jean…?”

As she called his name, his expression grew more delicate, as he was coming back to his senses, but still daydreaming. Her eyes never left his, and neither his did, but both of them knew there were smiles on each other’s faces.

“You know, ________... t-these curtains made me realize how much I look forward for the day you’ll be wearing a similar veil for me…”

________ softly gasped at his words, this time it was him taking her off-guard. A warm feeling inside herself made a blush creep upon her cheeks, and her mind, as triggered, began to draw a scene all around herself: a wedding ceremony.
Jean softly caressed her red cheek, captivated by his own feelings, that looked like acknowledged by her loved one; and as a confirmation to that sensation, the couple shared a long, delicate kiss, bathing in the warm sun, the soft wind, in everlasting happiness.