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❝ hey isabel, what's five-hundred and ninety-six divided by three? ❞
"Five-hundred and... ninety-six..."
Isabel muttered some numbers to herself, beginning to count on her fingers. She'd never been taught how to do division, but she wasn't about to admit that to Farlan.
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My Muse is dead, but they left yours a letter! Send a ✖ to see what it says.
Isabel Magnolia,
I’ll keep this kind of short. If this has reached you, then I guess that means I’m gone. It’s not a huge surprise — I was never that good. What I want to tell you, though, is that you are good. Better than good, you’re amazing. I know you had it rough for a while when you first joined, and I think sometimes you let that hold you back, but you shouldn’t. I sincerely hope that you’ll make an effort to befriend more people from here on. Most people become rough around the edges, being in the Corps for as long as you have, and I think you’d do a lot of people good by getting to know them. I know I cherished the time I spent knowing you. I know that there are other people who would cherish it just as much.
Wherever I am now, I’m sure I’m missing you, Miss Magnolia.
Love,
She inhaled sunrises, he exhaled sunsets.
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Brat,
You know what this is about. I’m dead, last words, blah blah. I don’t really have a lot of patience for this crap (I guess you could say I got a lot of it now, since I’m — ha, you get it), but I figure I should take a minute to give you some advice before I shuffle off this mortal coil.
And no, I don’t think it’s weird to give you advice, even though you’re older than me. You’re the one who called me old man, after all. Respect it and listen up.
You’re a twitchy little punk who has a lot of trouble looking ahead, so I’d work on that. Really, it’d be a shame if you end up eating it at the teeth of some stupid Titan.
And, uh … you were right. About the whole friends thing. That’s all I’m gonna say about it. See you around, kiddo.
~Auruo
We drink and we sing when our fighting is done And it’s always so we live under the burnt clouds Ease our burden, long is the night Just as no stars can be seen We are stars and we’ll beam on our town We must all gather as one Sing with hope and the fear will be gone
▐│∶☽∶; — нє’∂ єχρєcтє∂ нєя тσ continue attempts at conversation. Most did. Empty, quiet spaces seemed to stir discomfort and raise an awkward air. His company never seemed to know what to do with it, and in some odd little way, he understood. Silence was a language which took time to learn.
❝No.❞
A half-truth. She’d spooked him, yes, but scared wasn’t quite the right word ( and he was so technical with word choice ).
Gunter shook his head with the answer, shifting his eyes forward to their destination. Not much further and both horses were still relatively calm. Huzzah, for a second time.
"----Oh."
And then silence takes her-- cradles her in its arms and tries to soothe her. She needs to feel comfort if she is to stop speaking ( words are a way to fill the holes in a friendship, she thinks ), and so she tries to relax in his presence. It's difficult, at first, to keep to herself, but as she hears the sound of his breathing, she thinks she might be able to keep herself quiet. There is something soothing about the way a soldier breathes. Perhaps it's simply because he's a l i v e.
Isabel manages to stay quiet for the rest of the way to the stables, and once they arrive, she speaks to Lily before ever saying a word to Gunther. A kiss is placed against the long snout of the animal, and she smiles.
"M'sorry I scared ya."
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I think Isabel’s influence as far as religion goes would be stories told and music played in the underground. Much like the song I just reblogged, I think a lot of the songs would be stories about the devil and angels and God, and this would influence her thinking, because it’s what she grew up around.
A quick tidbit about how I feel religion works in the SNK universe, because we all know about those who worship the walls, but I feel as though there are multiple religions, just like there are now. ( I also feel as though SNK is a post-modern story, so I feel that even if there wasn’t an organized religion quite like the ones we’ve got now, I feel as though the stories about it would have carried on. )
Anywho, I feel like Isabel would listen to these songs and she would think a lot about the devil, and how he used to be an angel. She’d ask Levi and Farlan about it, and I think the stories would be held close to her heart. Her knowledge would be limited, and I don’t think she would actually like an organized religion of sorts, but I think she would grow up believing these things, and I think that even as she gets older, a part of her would believe.
I think that in my verse where she lives, she would become accustomed to praying before expeditions, as a way of comforting herself.
❝ Yeah, sure. Why wouldn’t I? ❞
She’s surprised by the excitement such a simple promise has received. Training with others is a good way to improve, and it makes the time go by much more quickly. So far as Ilse is concerned, this is a mutually beneficial offer.
"S'just... I wasn't expectin' it."
When she first joined, people treated her so badly. It was kind of hard to move on from that in her mind sometimes. Every time she met someone new, she was so worried that she'd have to go through it again. She knew now that she was seen as one of the important members of the Survey Corps, but she still w o r r i e d.
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"You're saying I'm who, now?"
Her eyes drift back to the painting on the wall, and a scoff leaves her lips. He's lost it. She's not some ol' g r a n d d u c h e s s Isabel Magnolia. She's just an orphan. These two have completely lost it, huh?
"I don't wanna ruin your day or anythin', but I'm not her. I'm not some... princess. Or whatever that girl is."
Gelgar raised one eyebrow at that. “Huh,” he said, and was quiet for a moment before he pushed forward. “Now, I’m dumb—but I ain’t that dumb.”
She’d obviously taken it from somewhere, though for the life of him, he couldn’t fathom why. It wasn’t hard to ask permission, and if it was Rene’s book—well, Rene would be beyond delighted to find another lover of literature in the Survey Corps.
His first assumption was that it was her past catching up with her; he never bothered to steer clear of gossip (because, hell, some days it was the only entertainment available), so he knew what people said about her background, but he dismissed it after a moment; there was something interesting about the way she clutched the book to her like it was something worthy of her protection.
And, in retrospect, he recalled the way she had been reading it; maybe that was telling, too: she’d been holding the book like it mattered, like she was trying not to ruin it—gentle, he supposed, was the word he was lookin’ for. Someone stealin’ something for their own benefit—well, why would they care about maintaining a book’s condition? Why would they even steal a book to read it?
"You wanna tell me where you really found it?” he asked.
"--No, not really."
Her energy drops, and her grip on the book loosens a bit. She's feeling g u i l t y ( not only because she happened to get caught, either-- ), and she's not so sure whether or not she should tell the truth. She is so close to holding it in when she simply can't, and..!
"I grabbed it offa some shelf, but I was just wantin' ta learn how ta read! I'm not good at it, y'know, since I... since I came from the underground, and I just wanna practice. I was gonna put it back... once I learned..."
Isabel's teeth clamp down on her lower lip and she hesitates before quickly thrusting the book out to Gelgar's chest, her head dropping forward. She is aware that she shouldn't have taken the book, but...
She'd just wanted to learn to read.
нєα∂¢αηση: яєℓιgιση.
I think Isabel's influence as far as religion goes would be stories told and music played in the underground. Much like the song I just reblogged, I think a lot of the songs would be stories about the devil and angels and God, and this would influence her thinking, because it's what she grew up around.
A quick tidbit about how I feel religion works in the SNK universe, because we all know about those who worship the walls, but I feel as though there are multiple religions, just like there are now. ( I also feel as though SNK is a post-modern story, so I feel that even if there wasn't an organized religion quite like the ones we've got now, I feel as though the stories about it would have carried on. )
Anywho, I feel like Isabel would listen to these songs and she would think a lot about the devil, and how he used to be an angel. She'd ask Levi and Farlan about it, and I think the stories would be held close to her heart. Her knowledge would be limited, and I don't think she would actually like an organized religion of sorts, but I think she would grow up believing these things, and I think that even as she gets older, a part of her would believe.
I think that in my verse where she lives, she would become accustomed to praying before expeditions, as a way of comforting herself.
heishich0u
She has nightmares about the same thing, multiple times a week. It's those same teeth that have clamped onto her neck, that same sickening smile that looked so p l e a s e d to see her. Each time, she thinks she'll wake up screaming, but it's only with tears staining her pillow case that she is pulled from the nightmare, panicked breaths now falling from her lips. She knows she isn't supposed to-- she knows that the mens' barracks are, during the nighttime hours, off-limits to the women, but she manages to sneak in through Levi's window and climb right into his bed next to him. Isabel's body presses close to Levi's, and her head rests in the crook of his neck as she tries to cease trembling.
