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looks both ways before pulling her behind a tree and kissing her quickly, his face bright red.
the softest squeak escapes her lips when she’s pulled behind the tree with him. it shouldn’t surprise her when he takes moments to do this. yet she still feels surprised when his lips meet hers. his face is not the only one to turn red and after he breaks the contact she’s leaning forward and burying her face against his shoulder.
‘ ….give a little warning next time. ’
had he upset her? he wasn’t sure what to make of her response, but he knew that it was in no way his place to question her about it. he doesn’t even know her that well, after all. he only had his own observances to go off of. still…he had in now way intended to offend her. “beauty…i-it can make people see things differently.” he thinks of his mother, how lovely she had been, how the townspeople had given his father nasty looks, always whispering that he must have trapped her in marriage, with a son. with him. he thinks of how he scares others with his looks, his height, how hard it is to make friends. he thinks of Annie, how lovely she is but how she vehemently fights against it. he thinks of Krista, how lovely she was, but how he could see how that it was just a facade, a mask to hide whatever secrets she was keeping behind them.
he hears her last words and nods slowly, his eyes wandering over the ground as he watches the moonlight light up every speck of moisture that lingered on the blades, on the petals of the flowers around them. everything seems to be glowing around the two of them, but the atmosphere doesn’t fit the mood right now. “I…I know that. I think we’re learning that early here.”
he sighs softly and hugs his knees tighter to himself. “d-d–…do you ever feel like you don’t…belong?” the words left his mouth, unbidden, but he feels as if she won’t judge him for it. as if she, of all people, can understand. call it a gut instinct..
she knows he’s right. they did in fact see things differently when beauty was in the arena. she says nothing on the subject however. it isn’t her place to tell him how to think or go about things after all. especially when she can see the way his eyes droop and the way his face shifts when he speaks. something about the subject obviously reminds him of something in his life. who was she to tell him to ignore such things?
her eyes drift to the world around them. they focus on the faint glow on the moon on the lake they sit before. watch as with every light brush of wind it ripples the reflection.
‘ mm. ’
a nod is given. truly they were. then again they were learning a lot of lessons that most wouldn’t expect young trainees to be learning about. their life lessons were becoming harsher and more pointed. given the times they lived in it wasn’t a surprise.
his words causer her stomach to twist. feel like she didn’t belong? every day of her life. she was among others who wanted this life. among others who ( she was sure ) had never seen the troubles she had seen growing up. her life hadn’t been horrendous but the threat of what could happen to her if someone found out her true identity was a hard life to live.
gnawing on her lip gently she wonders if she should be honest. it seemed up until now she had been and that he had been with her. so she bites the bullet and nods.
‘ yeah. rather often. ’
‘ …do you? ’
“all the time.”
he is surprised by how quickly he says this, by how easily it leaves his mouth...but at the same time, it is something that has been coming. he has been feeling like the odd one out since they arrived here. Reiner fits in with his brash nature and big-brother personality, and Annie fascinates people with her looks and aloof nature. but he... people thought he was dumb. he has heard the whisperings behind his back, the rolled eyes when no one thought he was looking, the way feet and fingers tapped as they waited for him to finish a sentence. He had felt like this his whole life...he was only useful because of his height, that was why he had been chosen to be... well, what he was. his hands fist and he shoves them under his knees, trying his best to push that out of his mind. he can’t seem suspicious, he can’t let anyone know. if the mission was compromised he would be punished. severely. “it’s harder than it sh-should be...trying to stay out of the w-way.” he glances over at her before looking back up at the sky. “i-i can’t wait to use the gear for real...to fly, to feel free...like the stars.”
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‘ so are you. ’ her words hit him harder than he likes to admit. he supposes he is quiet, but that’s the way things have always been. Reiner has always been the talker, the outgoing one, the one who made friends and got the attention. he is just the one who stays back, lets others come to him, stays silent. and maybe…maybe she gets that. from the way she was, too. he had noticed how she did her best to stay out of the way, like him. the quiet background people, trying to lay low and stay out of the way.
he hears her question and for a moment he doesn’t answer, instead scuffs his shoe once more and gulps softly. did she not believe him? did she have no idea of her own beauty? had she not heard the whispers around the trainees, eyes that followed her when she walked, the grins on the faces of everyone he knew agreed with him? how could she not know? “of-…of course i do.” he glances at her. “d-don’t you think so?”
the silence that lapses for a few moments after her last words has her stomach coiling into knots. sure she’s heard people call her pretty. she’s heard the term beautiful had been tossed around a lot when she was a kid. but over the years it has come to mean less than what people meant it as. she was not beautiful. not as a person.
but the way it left his lips has her heart pounding and her skin flushed. she’d never reacted like this to the word. something about his tone, the inflection behind it. it made her stomach do flips.
to answer his question she offers a shrug. she directs her gaze back towards the stars as she thinks over her words carefully. she didn’t want to offend him. after all he was just being nice.
‘ not really. ’
historia keeps her eyes on the sky, afraid to look at him.
‘ beauty holds little meaning to me i suppose. ’
she lowers her gaze to her feet this time. her lower lip is caught between her teeth. she can’t very well express the truth. her identity was a secret she was to keep until her dying breath.
‘ there are other things to judge someone’s worth on, you know? ’
had he upset her? he wasn’t sure what to make of her response, but he knew that it was in no way his place to question her about it. he doesn’t even know her that well, after all. he only had his own observances to go off of. still...he had in now way intended to offend her. “beauty...i-it can make people see things differently.” he thinks of his mother, how lovely she had been, how the townspeople had given his father nasty looks, always whispering that he must have trapped her in marriage, with a son. with him. he thinks of how he scares others with his looks, his height, how hard it is to make friends. he thinks of Annie, how lovely she is but how she vehemently fights against it. he thinks of Krista, how lovely she was, but how he could see how that it was just a facade, a mask to hide whatever secrets she was keeping behind them.
he hears her last words and nods slowly, his eyes wandering over the ground as he watches the moonlight light up every speck of moisture that lingered on the blades, on the petals of the flowers around them. everything seems to be glowing around the two of them, but the atmosphere doesn’t fit the mood right now. “I...I know that. I think we’re learning that early here.”
he sighs softly and hugs his knees tighter to himself. “d-d--...do you ever feel like you don’t...belong?” the words left his mouth, unbidden, but he feels as if she won’t judge him for it. as if she, of all people, can understand. call it a gut instinct..
waits until he's sitting down and proceeds to plant a kiss on his cheek. she can't usually do so given his height, so she's glad she was able to steal the opportunity.
“ah! K-Krista!”he gulps as he looks both ways to make sure no one was around before wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her cheek back, then burying his face in her neck.“y-you surprised me…”but it definitely wasn’t a bad thing.
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“d-did you need help with something?”
“not necessarily, no.”
“ah...sh-should I go?”
“…!” him? amazing? he’s never thought of himself like that, he’s always just been the one in the background. sure he’s not awful at things, but amazing? he feels a little blush make it’s way onto his face and he glances away, rubbing the back of his head. “th-thank you…” he bites his lip and shifts in his seat before looking at her again. not for the first time he takes note in how tiny she is, how she dwarfs in size in comparison to him. not that that was hard, he is a giant after all. and it puts some people off. but not her, it seems… “y-you’re different than I thought.” wait shit, he said that out loud he can feel himself start to panic as his minds whirls to fix this.
“n-not that it’s a bad thing! I j-just mean–wh-what I mean is–!” oh god could he stop stutter for two seconds and just get a sentence out?? he’s so embarrassed by now, his cheeks and his ears bright red as he stares at her with wide dark eyes. “I-I just m-mean–y-you’re–not like the rest of them.” he gulps. “y-you’re quiet, y’know?” he means like himself. they are both quiet people, those who tend to stay behind and watch. but she’s so…kind. and he’s known this, but seeing how her eyes shine with genuine interest when he speaks, how she smiles at him and really means it…right now, in this world they live it, it’s more than he’s experienced in a long time. “you…you’re beautiful.” he looks away from her, biting his lip and scuffing his shoe in the dirt. he’s said too much.
he seems genuinely shocked at her complimenting him. it’s strange and she wonders how often he gets compliments. obviously no often from the way he shifts and stutters out a thank you.
his words cause her own cheeks to warm slightly, pink beginning to dust over them. different? what did he mean by that? almost instantly be begins to back peddle and she opens her mouth to answer him so that he knows he’s okay. that she isn’t offended or anything by what he’s said. but he beats her to it and explains himself.
‘ y-you’re quiet, y’know? ’
quiet huh? that made sense. quietly in the background so as to not draw attention to her. the more attention she draws the harder it would be to keep her mask in place. to hide her true self. but she understands what he means. she’s like him. the two background soldiers of the trainees. it’s an odd occurrence but one she enjoys to a degree. at least she isn’t lonely in the shadows.
‘ so are you. ’
she says the words with a smile and turns it towards him. it’s only then she hears the mutterance under his breath. the compliment sends a new bout of warmth rushing to her face. her heart begins to pound against her ribs wishing to escape.
‘ you….you really think so? ’
the words come out softly, almost whisper in the wind. she wonders if they were even loud enough for him to hear. but as close as she’s sitting to him it’d be hard for him not to.
‘ so are you. ’ her words hit him harder than he likes to admit. he supposes he is quiet, but that’s the way things have always been. Reiner has always been the talker, the outgoing one, the one who made friends and got the attention. he is just the one who stays back, lets others come to him, stays silent. and maybe...maybe she gets that. from the way she was, too. he had noticed how she did her best to stay out of the way, like him. the quiet background people, trying to lay low and stay out of the way.
he hears her question and for a moment he doesn’t answer, instead scuffs his shoe once more and gulps softly. did she not believe him? did she have no idea of her own beauty? had she not heard the whispers around the trainees, eyes that followed her when she walked, the grins on the faces of everyone he knew agreed with him? how could she not know? “of-...of course i do.” he glances at her. “d-don’t you think so?”
