#|| zeke

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do you wanna build a snowman? 👀 + zeke

@traidore seeks a frozen heart

      “Is Bertholdt not available?” Zeke asked without thinking as he nursed a lukewarm cup of coffee and stared out at the falling snow. The dregs of the latest sip he’d taken still lay on his tongue. Dirt, he reflected absently, had more depth and flavor than this tepid brown water. However, the only coffee the Marleyan continent could get was smuggled, what with Marley being at war with almost every country on this hemisphere. Zeke Jaeger, Eldian, all of thirteen years old and last known continental scion of the royal House Fritz, only warranted the last boil before the grounds were finally thrown away. So, as much as he might dislike the taste, Zeke would savor every last drop of bean water given to him, even though the Marleyan officers only allowed him caffeine to speed up his regenerative processes after a hard day of experimentation.

      “Sorry,” he said, finally looking at the wide-eyed boy waiting a respectful distance away for his response. “I’m just a little tired; just give me a sec to finish drinking this and I’ll build a snowguy with you.”

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zeke belting out ’like a virgin’ whenever levi walks by

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tagged by: me. I MADE THIS BOOYA

tagging: @kvngmaker​  @ari-rivaille-ackerman​  @ottorai​  @vvolucris​ you monster @todsengel

Alessandra Lynch lines pt.1

(from her book Daylily Called it a Dangerous Moment)

bold the ones that apply to your muse, italicize the ones that your muse directs at someone else. REPOST. DON’T REBLOG

CHARACTER: ZEKE JAEGER

no pronouncements

On a small hill grew a bullhorn rose.  •  It was making no pronouncements.  •  Beyond the hooded moon  •  the stars would not unleash their light.  •  My fingers cold with summer could not button my shirt.  •  The fingers had been imperiled. Jinxed.  •  No curtains hung between where it happened and hadn’t.  • The man I worked with looked at me, shrewd.  •  He’d seen my dull face.  •  His neck veins tightened.  •  I’ll kill him.  •  absent-me wrung out a rag, turning away from the sink, away from the wall,  •  flat as a hand pressed over a mouth.  •  It was air that had forced me down, pinned me,  •  heaved till I became little of a self with a little thought  •  Check for blood regardless.  •  Flat in parking lot dirt  •  I turned for orientation,  •  eye to eye with something glinty  •  rim misshapen, half-sunk metal.  •  I could be alive only to flowers and birds,  •  the stricken fields and fields and fields of them.  •  what could be only un-being  •  Like air: memory  •  Memory: like air I walk through and disappear  •  It hangs and hangs and hangs  •  not bell, not noose.  •  A case of walking paralysis.  •  A case of can’t-report.  •  Glance at the shack, the tree.  •  Nothing looks back.  •  Knife-I-am-ready-to-pull,  •  are you ready to gleam  •  in the lot where I could not scream?  •  Shock me past the blacking out.  •  Shock me awake  •  speak for the mouth-that-was-mine, • for the voice, triple-strapped in its jacket, marching on.

wake

after sinking into gin  •  morning drops a gentle rain  •  encasing the unseen  •  unmentionable  •  clouds enfold  •  wasps-in-a-shroud  •  stay aloft  •  without a string  •  headstrong long-gone spins of wind  •  go go little gallop of smoke  •  come come wild unthreadings  •  anything not to envision his fingers  •  pressed against the orchid’s throat

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oleander

@vvolucris​ is not alone (snk muse starter call)

Inside my small box they’re always slaughtering someone.

        — THOMAS TSALAPATIS, FROM “THE BOX” 

      One could call him cold-hearted. Certainly, many people had (he smiled wistfully at the thought of past lovers), and would continue to, including himself.

      Zeke Jaeger ambled towards the entrance of the Liberio military compound, a bag of fresh pastries in his left hand, his right hand waving at the guards already opening the gates at the sight of his familiar person. He called out a merry greeting to various staff and soldiers as he passed them by, even the Marleyan ones. Especially the Marleyan ones who chafed at the thought of any Eldian having higher ranking than them . He enjoyed watching their distaste contorting their face, watching them scurry away or ignore him as if he were a leper. Due to die in a year or three, he would let you call him that, though he’d never been called that to his face, as far as he could recall.

     Yes, he was cold-hearted. And he would continue to be, weighing and discarding people for tactical purposes. Perhaps he still had time to leave this path, but he’d been placing and misplacing people’s lives since he was eight, which probably meant something.

      Out of the corner of his eye, Zeke spotted a certain boy sitting with his back against a wall, staring up at the sky. Someone needed a pick-me-up.

      “Falco!” he shouted, fishing a muffin from the paper bag to lob it overhand, “Catch!”

[ostianshadow]

beep ?

Send beep for a: 2. sad text

[sent 2:33am] I don't understand.

Hopefully the text wouldn't wake him up if he was asleep. And hopefully he actually was asleep.

[sent 2:34am] Why would she cheat on me like that? couldn't she just have broken it off instead. I mean i know I'm not faultless here but, seriously

He eyed the bottle of alcohol sitting on the coffee table beside him. Opened, albeit untouched. It's a withering scowl Matthew's pinned on it, as though it were to blame for his current misery.

[sent 2:35am] You're a logical guy, zeke. where's the logic in this??

He'd walked over to the kitchen sink, into which he was begrudgingly emptying out the bottle. What he's doing texting a guy who looks at his phone sometimes like it's the devil incarnate is beyond him, but... well, maybe that's exactly why. Maybe he's hoping there will be no immediate reply.

[sent 2:36am] Christ. i really just don't understand. that'll teach me i guess. sorry. good night. hope you and tatiana are doing well.

A bittersweet, almost envious farewell. It'd be a long night yet.