⚔︎ —𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙀𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙉

love's strength standeth in love's sacrifice.

(Smoke still curls off his skin as the hardening flickers and cracks, the new Warhammer power refusing to stay steady under his control. His voice is low, rough. The steam rises thicker...) “I’m trying to control it. The Warhammer. It’s… harder than the others.”

Her eyes wince. And still, wirh a furrowed brow, she continues. “.. …I can take care of myself.”

now you're making me sound like a creep.

She lingers there, her eye, kept upon Mikasa’s own. Blinking as she listens. Then, elsewhere. “ .. You don’t need to.”

god forbid i look at someone.

i don't know, can you ?

Infinitely...easier said than done.. “You’ve always been a bad liar.” she says. She nears, closer, her head tilting. “ …Are you having trouble sleeping?”

👁️👁️

⠀ “You don’t need to worry.” “…I’ve been fine. You look tired.” ⠀

⠀ “.. …Mikasa.” ⠀

⠀ “…Hey.” 👋🏻 ⠀