#aequosintellectum

[akarui-kyandoru]

    The curtains billowed in front of the open windows, dancing in a pattern that his losing eyes couldn't follow. Eren had hovered by his bedside, fists clenched in a seething outrage at the news of what had happened to Armin. Targeted on the street merely for the emblem upon his back. Their faces floated lazily upon the surface of his memory, mere angry smudges. Mikasa had been there too, though in his stupor Armin couldn't recall a word she'd said to him. Whatever they'd given him, it was some good stuff. 

    "H-hanj...i?" The name almost slurred from his tongue as he struggled to focus on the face before him. His hand felt cold where Eren had let go of it, his two childhood friends suddenly gone from the room. "What are...what are you visiting about?" 

[der-racher]

"I’m completely ordinary."

   ”Hanji-san… why’d you come and tell me such a thing? You claim that, yet all I know about you is not ordinary at all…” Eren said determinedly. “You have discovered plenty of things about titans no other person could ever discover. I don’t think you’re an ordinary person.” But he would add a last thing in case he didn’t explain himself well enough. “I-I don’t mean this in a b-bad way of course… Not ordinary is a good thing!”

[akarui-kyandoru]

Identities || Hanji & Armin

    It was unexpected, Hanji's desire to sit down and speak with him. There was nothing he'd consider particularly remarkable about himself individually. He was merely a new recruit, just like Sasha or Jean. Sure, they'd survived remarkable things. But that was a group effort. So as he sat down at their designated meeting spot --a table in the back corner of the empty dining hall-- he fingered the worn binding of his book nervously. 

                 She was running late. 

    The day was in full swing, his friends set to tend to the horses and other menial chores from which he had been excused for this meeting. It was the kind of day that made it seem almost easy to forget the carnage they left behind in Trost. The sun filtered through the lace of tree leaves, spotting the cobblestone outside. Birds gathered along the rooftops and sang as if their world wasn't collapsing. Though, he mused, the birds' world wasn't threatened. His was. But that was a concern best left for another time unless he wanted to appear even more anxious when Hanji finally arrived. 

    The book on the table before him called to him, his fingers curling around the front cover. It was a beautiful day to get some reading done and this was one of his old favorites. One his grandfather had passed down to him, no less. If Hanji didn't show up soon, he'd take to reading to pass the time...

    The thought was derailed by the slam of the door at the front of the hall. As soon as he saw who it was, he stood. The movement was a bit clumsy in his haste, but he could only hope someone like her would merely ignore it. Giving a salute, he greeted her, "Good morning, Miss Hanji!" 

                     Had that been too formal? Oh, well.

[der-racher]

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To: Hanji-sanText: I’m gonna kill you next time, horseface! B/

[toostarryeyed-blog]

✉ ✖

‘✉’ for an unsent letter from my character to yours.

Hanji,

     After this mission, I want to do something with you. Something normal, girly, anything, really. Even if it’s just sitting in your room and braiding hair or something else like that.

    I don’t know, I just miss feeling… normal. I want to remember what it’s like to feel like something other than soldier.

      I hope that doesn’t sound stupid

     That is, if you’re up for it

     Pretty dumb, I know

Petra groaned and threw the half-finished note across the room. Of course it sounded dumb. She sounded like a chattering teenager. 

✖ and I will give you a fear that my character has in dealing with yours

     -- "Sometimes I'm worried Hanji will be too reckless during a mission. I admire how she can stay light-hearted in the middle of battle, but I can never get over the fear that she'll stay close to a titan for just a half-second too long, and then... well..."

[toostarryeyed-blog]

&& now i doubt this will become a weekly thing, but since today marks one week since i started this blog, i wanted to give those of you who have helped welcome me into the community a little something to let you know how great you guys are!

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[akarui-kyandoru]

♚

It wasn’t often Armin felt there was someone around as interested in his studies as he was. Opening up entirely about his observations was a simple pleasure that he seldom indulged in. Eren grew tired of abstract conversation too easily, and it wasn’t as if he felt the need to roam around and locate any ear that was willing to listen. More often than not, the quiet breathing of a flickering candle was more than enough company for him as he studied. 

When he learned of Hanji’s research, the prospect of meeting someone with a mind as inquiring as his own had seemed thrilling. And at first, it was. The thoughts and ideas contained in her lectures were new and exciting. But—

After about two hours of it, focus was running short. He suppressed a yawn for the sake of politeness, cupping his chin in his hand as he leaned on the table. She gestured emphatically at her notes, readjusting her glasses. Everyone else had gone to bed long ago, the hour now uncertain. 

"So by the fourth hour of our testing, I decided to take it upon myself to—" 

Gently, he interjected. “M-miss Hanji? I’m sorry, but—”

"Hold on, a moment. I haven’t even told you the best part!" She enthused, leaning forward in her chair. 

"Um…" Had he lacked social graces, he would have wrenched out of this extended lecture quite some time ago. "Okay," 

As for the ‘best part,’ that would remain a mystery. 

"Miss Hanji—?" The question derailed as he sprang forward from his seat. The squad leader had nearly fallen out of her chair, eyes closed in a sudden slumber. He caught her, righting her in her seat. 

"Did you really just…talk yourself to sleep?" 

A soft snoring was his only reply.

[toostarryeyed-blog]

"Well THAT was unexpected~!"

     -- "Hmm? What was unexpected?"