[ eren may have made a mistake, or, fate had given him one more chance in a way he couldn’t have ever imagined (or, alternatively, fate has decided to be cruel, to which— was there really an argument when he deserved a living hell?). eren has stiffened after the fall and cracks of splintering wood; his eyes could only travel around so much before he tried to situate himself better after some advice from a lingering, hardy elf.
it’s when he tries to get a sense of space to rise does he see, from the corner of his eye, black, short hair. it was instant to look, a bit of a leap he’d search for anywhere—
and by the time his eyes settled (first on her face, her features, her scar and . . . her . . . rump??) eren wished both to not have seen, to not wrap himself in ludicrous hope, and to be real, all at once. the loss of words takes his breath and any other possible reaction beyond a wide eyed, melancholy stare.
that can’t be mikasa. she has the body of an animal. well, so does her.
he decides to approach her, without really thinking about his legs— and while odd in execution, he still manages to stumble slowly toward her, so slow you’d think he was afraid to scare her off. maybe he was just scared as hell himself. what kind of trick was this, right?
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it’s when he tries to get a sense of space to rise does he see, from the corner of his eye, black, short hair. it was instant to look, a bit of a leap he’d search for anywhere—
and by the time his eyes settled (first on her face, her features, her scar and . . . her . . . rump??) eren wished both to not have seen, to not wrap himself in ludicrous hope, and to be real, all at once. the loss of words takes his breath and any other possible reaction beyond a wide eyed, melancholy stare.
that can’t be mikasa. she has the body of an animal. well, so does her.
he decides to approach her, without really thinking about his legs— and while odd in execution, he still manages to stumble slowly toward her, so slow you’d think he was afraid to scare her off. maybe he was just scared as hell himself. what kind of trick was this, right?
the closer he came, the closer he knew. ]
. . . Mikasa?