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[aendeiousa]

writing privately w/ jaz be like... @apeulona​

[meerkyojin]

bonk.

           cue a stunned, betrayed gasp

[aendeiousa]

         “   i can’t take it anymore.  ”  war eats her, consumes completely. 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗. 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖.  “  it doesn’t eat away at you?  ”  𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒? palm pressed into her forehead to dull the ache that spreads. it’s too great. 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨, flesh stitching together with ease and heat. her own takes long to heal, her insides even more. 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞. it’s because of him, but still she follows. 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚.   @apeulona​ !!

[aendeiousa]

    he’s only half-asleep when he hears the faint knocking at the front door. “eh??” sitting straight from - whatever the hell you’d call his current position, one leg thrown over the couch, the other facing the opposing direction, neck crooked, mouth agape, head bopping from a losing battle with slumber itself. to say that he wasn’t waiting up for her would be a partial lie. mikasa doesn’t let herself out of the house usually, if it wasn’t for work or groceries or some kind of necessity.

    so when historia personally called eren himself and said that she and sasha were stealing mikasa for the night, he all but pushed his girlfriend out the door. it’s good. she needs the...”girl time”.

    rap tap tap.

    “okay, okay, I’m comin’!” he growls, throws whatever quilt he threw over himself at some point, legs fighting, then he’s freed. his feet drag across the cold, wooden surface of their flooring, until he’s at the threshold. checks his phone. okay, who in the FUCK would be knocking at two in the m - oh.

    the oncoming string of obscenities that he had at the ready is swallowed immediately. there she is, looking just like she did when she left him, but not without a few exceptions; pink cheeks, hair windswept, wobbly legs. and keyless, apparently.

    ...oh, mika.

    “hey,” through a yawn. how the hell did she even get home ? god, he hopes she got an uber or something. “get in here.” he’s got some words he’d like to share with a certain blonde and brunette, but he is more amused than anything else; his words fall on a softened tongue as he hooks an arm around her waist to help her inside. “let’s get you outta these clothes, yeah?” wrinkles his nose, getting a strong whiff of her breath. fights a snort now. “damn, mika, you stink.”

    and he means that in the most loving way possible.

her arm was supporting herself against the wall, forehead pressed into her sleeve. the room felt like it was spinning, her body warm underneath all the layers she put to keep out the cold. she wonders if he had heard her, even almost ready to knock again but she swore she could of heard footsteps and even a voice from behind the door. minutes felt like an hour until the door is opened and a tired eren is just standing there.

she almost falls forward, but eren is quick and already within his grasp. she’s leaning heavily into him, a wide smile on her face.  ‘   it’s hot.    ‘   she complained, already reaching to pull the zipper down on his leather jacket. he never missed it when he couldn’t find it.

there is however an obvious pout that forms at his comment. even if he meant it as a joke, it didn’t seem like one in this state of mind.  ‘  do i really? let’s shower then.  ‘  she’s teasing. playful. partially wondering if eren would play along with her antics with her in this state of mind. she doesn’t drink often, but when she did and especially if she’s in the company of those girls it meant trouble.

the further they walk into their place she could see their bed. a surge of desperation compels her forward and to collapse on it back first.   ‘   oh my god.   ‘   she stretched her arms above her head, an odd comforting feeling washing over completely before she finally falls lax. even she could rest like this.

‘   we had so much fun tonight.   ‘   it’s clear with the smile on her face.  being with those two often meant trouble, but the best kind.   ‘  we all should go out, you too eren. i could convince them to let you crash girl’s night.   ‘   @apeulona​   !!

[aendeiousa]

        her face falls into the curve of his neck, arms curling around his torso from behind. he’s simply encased in hold, tightly so but not too constricting. “  happy birthday.  ”  a soft mutter against skin before she placed a kiss. @apeulona​ !!

[aendeiousa]

basorexia

uncommon word prompt / selectively accepting. basorexia ( n ) the overwhelming desire to kiss  /  @apeulona

the room is dim lit, a few candles burning. the sun setting and was offering just a last bit of light before it’d go dark. she watches through the window, quietly sat at a kitchen table. there’s a cup of tea in front of her, almost finished / free hand playing with a piece of lavender she found out in the fields earlier. the edges of fingers are colored purple, nervous habit has her pressing them repetitively. a single thought eats away at her / hollowed bones and scarred insides. even if her body had healed from the war, her mind had not.

“   mikasa?   ”   his voice broke her mind, whatever it had seemed to be focused on. he had always been blatantly aware of when she would dissociate.   “   hmm?   ”   she hummed, eyes pulling from the scenic view and to him. his olive tone painted in sunlight, emerald eyes shining at her as if she held the moon herself. she softens / flush forming across the bridge of her nose. there was something about the way he stares that made her feel so bare. like he could see right through her.   “   are you okay?   ”   he questioned and she’s quick to reply with a nod.

a sudden impulsive urge set fire in her belly, warm and bright. they’ve never crossed this line before, but she wanted too. he was patient, never pushing. he’s known first hand of her nightmares and fears. what walls she’s built to protect herself, but he had always been at the window / 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 to open it. this home had been the first time he’d seen it cracked open, just enough for fingers to slip in and dare to touch. but never more. though as days passed it was gradual and eventually he could slip inside. yet he still waits for her, always.

eventually she stands and he’s watching, careful eyes tracing up the curve of her. his button up tucked in a long skirt. a comfortable sight / his favorite. he loved the way it shaped her, how he finds her digging in his drawers for something in the morning or night.    “   mikasa.   ”    he said again as she stood before him, he turned carefully allowing her to slip in close. there was something in her gaze that burns like the fires he’d set for her. 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟.

without realizing it the space had closed between them much like their lips. he reaches carefully and he’s able to feel the way her body bent close to his own / 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐭. something he’s long to feel for years, but he’d never acted on such for her sake. his goal had always been to make a peaceful world for her... yet never had planned to be a part of it like this.

[aendeiousa]

      she watches him struggle with a bit of a smile, his fingers couldn’t quite get a handle on how to hold a pair of chopsticks.  “   do you need any help?   ”    @apeulona​

[meerkyojin]

             𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃,  the warmth of the sun beating down on their skin. 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. he’d been overjoyed, the first time they’d seen water stretching beyond the horizon. but time has passed, and things are changing. armin isn’t sure they’ll ever be the same, and that thought almost makes him  𝗻𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗼𝘂𝘀. he can see things changing already - the hard set line of eren’s mouth, the look in his eye armin no longer knows how to  𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝.         ‘   eren . . . are  you  okay  ?   ‘

hesitant starter call                     @apeulona​ !!