( ɪᴄʜᴏʀ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴠᴇɪɴs. )

[dissoluter-deactivated20150530]

god bless marco bodt and his kind heart   —   practically a walking comfort blanket for the strained cadet upright beside him; he practically exuded comfort from his pores and absorbed jean’s negative energy as if it ricocheted and dissipated into thin air the moment it manifested. it was refreshing, if such was one thing jean would admit openly upon inquiry; it helped him find a sort of peace he wouldn’t otherwise in the presence of the others. but pressed complications (  named as such, his own doing   ) of admittance were not at the height of his priority list, albeit short. 

sure enough, his shoulders relax   —   even in the most infinitesimal degree   —   and fingers ghost hesitantly over the curve of his mouth as he considers the true motive behind such vexed emotions. it’s a heaving sigh that leaves him first, before a blonde fringe connects gently to the root of the headboard. voice a low tenor, graveled with a lack of sleep that isn’t so unlike him, he admits aforementioned grievances: 

❝   coming in sixth after that god damn moron is more than enough to get my blood boiling.   ❞

[cthereal]

&& —---- IT SERVED NOTHING  like a task, more like  keeping the fire that coursed through kirsteins  system at bay, so  that raw emotion of shattered pride or cracked ego wouldn’t fuel said flames; besides, the state that consumes the other is hardly an acceptable one, languish coming in dramatic forms of reactions to all types of scenarios. it was  all but tiring to take on, as long as victory served in an eventually smile or to deteriorate such sour                          behavior, then all was well.

rankings weren’t something that were to dwell on too much; goals set for getting into the top ten sure,  but intentions aimed partially, and regardless how high or low. as long as valued specialties were            displayed and noted, then that’s all the importance that                                         requirements laid.  

witnessing such a fuss over it however, wasn’t unusual, simple   assurance that his self worth wasn’t to be determined by  incompetent things like numbers simply needed to be stated                                             was all.

                    ❛ –-– YOU DO REALIZE that rankings just basically                                distinguishes your strength and combat experience, but those                                are all standard!  there’s still  tons of things you excel at better                                  then eren. like, is he capable of  being an amazing leader ?                                                           or be so aware during battle ?  ❜

[cthereal]

[fxrtissimus-blog]

     in the ongoing war of the nature vs. nurture,  the VICTOR’S competitive instinct for survival has  (again) triumphed over the GIRL’S humility, passed  from mother to child.  charcoal hues rest upon the  trainee’s vanishing frame

      ❝i thought i was going easy on them.❞

                                   there had been an ATTEMPT, at least.

[cthereal]

&& —-----WHETHER OR NOT obliviousness coursed through or system or if it was a mere state of feigned ignorance, vocables lolled  ‘tween  lips  formed with pure intentions, yet not most cadets contain the ability to face such brutality and ferine that composes of the marred raven;  nonetheless,  amusement deems evident by embedded dimples and enchanted laughter ,  lithe digits idly coiling around the base of his neck.

                     ❛ –-– I’M SURE YOU WERE, but they might                                  have thought otherwise. they’re a bit new to this and all,                                                                       you know ?  ❜

[cthereal]

fxrtissimus

                                  ❛ –-– I THINK YOU might have                                                                        scared him a bit, mikasa.  ❜

&& —- IT WAS ALWAYS somewhat humorous  to watch newly scouted trainees attempt to take on the stoic woman at hand,  feigned confidence and false ego never truly getting them far, he noted; a few quite literally        giving up after fleeting minutes with the soldier.

[cthereal]

“I love this idea and I love me for thinking of it.”

PARKS && RECS MEME (P2.)  

&& —--- RESISTANCE IS FUTILE once boasting takes place, courtesy of thick pride and ego high off the roof; hardly  a  bad  thing,  if  anything  seeing  the  other  in such a jubilant-like state is nearly ideal, if not hilariously amusing to say the least. dimples embed on curved cheeks, ethereal laughter                         ringing out through content features.

true,  the  kind-hearted  soldier  never  did  doubt  the  astute-like scholarly phrenic that composes of  leadership coursing through his veins, faith is easily placed within him, solid trust, even. brows raise almost tauntingly, lips give an eased curve upwards and jest                           takes place upon rolled hues.

                          ❛ –-––– OF COURSE YOU  do, as you should; this                                          is probably one of your best plans yet! you’re pretty skilled in all                                                                     these tactic stuff, aren't you ? ❜

[dissoluter-deactivated20150530]

head dipped between hunched shoulders, the cadet chooses to glower at the palms of his hands, where he clenches and releases tension in the form of calloused fists   —   a tawny gaze fixated on the crescents pressed into his flesh from the edges of otherwise chewed nails.

marco’s voice does not go unnoticed. it breaks through the aura of murderous vexation, most likely focused toward the brunet across the room with whom he has a rather large bone to pick, it seems   —   and it’s enough to send a fleeting glance beneath knitted brows in the other’s freckled direction.  

❝   —   just pissed. but what else is new?   ❞

[cthereal]

&& —----– THE WAY SILENCE lingers ‘forth the  two is all but settling, for while normally s e r e n i t y and any form  of  reconciliations  is  found,  in  the  querulous   others case, brooding negativity  could  fog  complex  mind.and lord  only knows what sort of outcome such vileness could bring                                         forth.  

lips purse at  the bitter jab of edged humor, gaze  rivets. thankful than canines have yet to be flashed with all the  piled up animosity that’s fearfully obvious, even more so  once realization  claws so seemingly to the main source. ah, of course.  and  with  that  piece   of   information, tranquility and fixed composure take its place with ease.

                      ❛ –-–--– I CAN TELL, yet you’re not nearly as                                  angry as often as you may think. though….venting helps,                                                      if you want to, that is. maybe i can help ?❜

[yeagerin-deactivated20150902]

          Hand at her hip, Erin held back another retort ( daggers already spitting forth from curved lips and sharpened teeth ), and head turned toward the new voice, silver eyes casting a FLARE upon sun-kissed visage. Air was recollected, the girl already preparing to start from the beginning of the day’s charade; this was enough of a distraction for the other person to finally be set free. But a sigh escaped then, slender digits ran through ebony tresses before rubbing at her temples. 

     ❝ Some asshole decided to comment on something that was obviously      none of his fucking business. Long story short, his shoulder might be broken. ❞

[cthereal]

&& —--- AS STEAM PRACTICALLY poured our from curved ears and emeralds transfixed with the all to familiar spark of animosity deep within her  system, vehemence laced through grind appellations. it surely wasn’t the  ( f i r s t )   time someone intruded on another’s business, let alone serve dire consequences for it; hover softened features gave the smallest  of cringes, lips curving downward and  a  sharp inhale given. usually the outcome resulted with  verbal fights, not a fractured                                     shoulder.

                        ❛ –-–– O-OH, HE MUST have been pretty                                     obnoxious to ah, have you break his shoulder, yeah ?                                               at least he….learned his lesson, i hope. ❜

[cthereal]

yeagerin​ 

&& — NORMALLY SUCH TIME that wasn’t spent on muscles aching or constantly on wearied alert would be used  for slumber, but upon hearing snide commentaries slip from a certain titan shifter that had venom fused with poured vocables; concern had seeped far too deep into beaming conscious to          worry about if it was any of his concern or not.

                                        ❛ ––– HE SAID WHAT to you ?  ❜

[inkonapagepoetry]

i. the fires that raged through alexandria started at your fingertips. ii. you were there when rome burned down. you were there when vesuvius unleashed its fury. iii the name hephaestus is branded across your bones. iv. in another birth, you were a phoenix. v. the core of this earth is nothing but a piece of your heart.

your eyes can set anything ablaze. (via masochisticsadist)

[cthereal]

unguibusx

&& ——-  JUBILANCE SEEPED INTO parted lips with ease, blithe merely dripping from serene tone whilst ivories gave a brief flash; sure his marred condition tainted pallid skin with subtle specks of crimson, but at  least survival is acquired once more; embedded dimples curving off  sharp cheeks, a slight              jest escaped the soldier, beckoning the other.

                              ❛ ––– IF YOU KEEP frowning like that,                                                it’s  gonna stay stuck, y’know ?  C’mon,  your                                                wounds aren’t that bad, here–— I’ll patch them                                                                   up for you if you’d like ? ❜

[cthereal]

heroiiism

&& —-- GAZE FIXATES ON the subtle scrape;  cerise oozing from  broad, curved  shoulder; expeditions served to take quite a  toll on the soldiers, frames wearied  from  enervated  appendages; yet,  they  survival was achieved for a day more; lines formed  ‘tween brows in  lingering concern, and vocables  r i n g  out to the familiar                                          other.

                                  ❛ ––– YOU’RE BLEEDING A bit, eren;                                                          come, i can patch that up for you if you’d like ? ❜

[cthereal]

fortitudxinxus

&& —--- SLUMBER LIES DEEP within groggy  build and clipped replies, the way reluctance is proven with eased movements and lack of alertness that’s usually found ‘tween  sharp  features  and  (  F I X A T E D  )  vocables.

then  again, nearly   the majority of soldiers were found struggling to wake through wearied frames. mornings are  never simple. yet, ivories flash with subtle curve of lips, finding  the  whole  scenario  to  be just a bit humorous.

                      ❛ –––TRAINING WAS PRETTY brutal                                                                 yesterday, i’m guessing ? ❜

[cthereal]

dissoluter

&& —-----  NORMALLY INQUIRIES WOULDN'T  d a r e leave the freckled soldier, much less at such an ungodly hour; but once  amber’s fixate on recognizable features that  t w i s t  with lingering annoyance that can practically be (FELT), structured brows give a brief                          quirk, subtle lines forming ‘tween centre. 

                  ❛ ––– IT’S….PROBABLY NONE of my business,                               but you've been scowling for almost an hour now, jean; almost                              impressive if it weren't slightly concerning. ah, is there something                                                                          wrong  ?  ❜

[cthereal]

( like for a mini starter ! )

[cthereal]

                                  softness    is    not   weakness.                                                     it takes courage to stay delicate                                                     in   a  world  this  ( C R U E L )

[cthereal]

                                  softness    is    not   weakness.                                                     it takes courage to stay delicate                                                     in   a  world  this  ( C R U E L )

[cthereal]

ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

&& —- VOCABLES SPILLING OUT quite the odd inquiry, charcoal brows  q u i r k  upwards, subtle conflict seeping through complexed cranium. (  ROBOT? ) Was he supposed to know what that was ?  Much less a dinosaur ? Plump lips purse in thought, broad appendages shifting in a                                        brief shrug.

                            ❛ ––– I CAN’T REALLY say I know what either                                            of those are, but robots sounds cool! So I guess I’ll go with                                                                        whatever that might be.  ❜