𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅. 𝕴 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈.
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(His gaze softens as her words settle over him. The usual hardness in his expression cracks just a little, the weight of everything showing through for a moment.)
“…The outside world is cruel, Mikasa.”
He pauses, eyes still on her, voice quieter now.
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(He stays quiet for a moment, then slowly lifts his gaze past her... up toward the sky. Somewhere far above, a few birds drift across the pale blue, free and weightless)
“…I think about it too.”
His voice is low, almost calm in a way that somehow makes it heavier.
+
(He finally lifts his gaze to her. The steam around him thickens for a moment as his body knits itself back together)
“…You don’t have to.”
(A short breath leaves him.)
“Your eyes are enough.”
(The edge of his lips moved into a very soft smile)
(His gaze dropped to the ground between them. The steam thins a little, but the weight in his voice only grows heavier.)
“…It was the same as always.”
(A short, bitter pause.)
“You were standing right in front of me… trying to say something..."
His jaw tightens+
(He doesn’t answer right away. Instead he steps closer, closing the space between them until the heat of the steam almost brushes her.
His eyes stay locked on hers, searching, unreadable...)
“…You know I had a nightmare.”
His voice drops, quieter, almost rough.
(The hardening fractures again with a sharp crack, steam hissing louder as he comes out...He catches the look on her face before she can hide it ...the way her eyes linger, the words she swallows.)
"…You’re holding something back.”
(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.”
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@cursedByFreedom
( she notes smoke coming from his body. )
you're healing. is that a new injury..?⠀
Eren sat down across from her, still a little dazed by how soft and domestic everything felt. The moment she placed the plate in front of him, the smell alone made his stomach twist with hunger.He took the first bite.And then another.
The pancakes were fluffy, the eggs +
even more.
“Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve any of this… after everything I pulled these past few days.”
He kept his eyes on her, a mix of guilt and quiet honesty in them.
“Beating up your date… making a scene… getting blackout drunk and almost getting myself+