leviathans-clawâ:
knightoftheguildsâ:
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He hadnât expected such a bold reaction, for all his worth at reading people he had simply hoped that was just coincidental. That she just looked familiar. But when she moves towards him he felt his insides shrivel, such a rush of uncomfortable, painful emotion seeing her recognize him brung upâŚ
He wanted out.
That flicker of feeling mustâve been telling on his face, dipping his hood to cover his eyes and pulling away from the crowd in an attempt to get lost in it. Heâs not a tall man but holds such a distinctive stride, if it was her such an attempt would be futile either way. He didnât move particularly fast because of this.
If they must do this it would not be in public, and with a click of his heel he pulls into the alleyway behind the Sagittarius. Out of sight, out of mind, out of the view of any that would recognize him as well as she clearly did.
âDonât you know itâs rude to stalk people, mein liebchen? You have no vay of knowing vhat zheyâre capable of.â
Yeager didnât have to look at her to know she had followed him, the hood of his outfit still hid half his face.. but the toothy grin that sits upon his features is plain enough to see. Would she comment on his face first, or perhaps they way he held himself now⌠Heâd come a long way from the boy she knew before the war. Before he died for the first time.
Would she be disappointed in what he became? Or would she remain ignorant of it all⌠She wouldnât know⌠She shouldnât know.
He didnât want to see her. Of course he didnât. She knew all too well how much heâd changed, how eager he was to bury his pastâtheir past.
She couldnât let him.
âI know all too well what Yeager of Leviathanâs Claw is capable of,â she murmured, dropping any pretense of a local accent. With the two of them alone, she was free to wear her heart on her sleeve, her pain and uncertainty clearly displayed on her face as she toyed with the ends of her scarf.
She hadnât forgotten who helped orchestrate the chaos in Nordopolica, who led the men whoâd directly threatened her own life among countless others over the years. But sheâd also spent enough time around the girls he kept at his side to know that their âPapaâ was still capable of kindness, among all else.
âAnd you know just as well who I am, donât you?â Of everyone in this disorienting mirror world, he at least would surely still know her. And despite all evidence to the contrary, some part of her was still desperate to trust him.
