#clevercontriver

[clevercontriver]

                                          it's true,

                              romance is dead,

                    i shot in the chest then in the head.

[clevercontriver]

i got your love letters

                                      corrected the grammar

                                                                                      and sent them back.

[clevercontriver]

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Armin's sour mood was traced across the soft details of his features as he placed his bookbag on his usual table in the old libaray. His annoyance came from one of the few people he considered close to him surprisingly, Eren had been dodging him lately since he knew the blonde was trying to get him to study. He'd finally agreed to meet him today after class, but canceled the last minute. How did the burnette ever expect to get the the scholarship he desired if he wasn't going to be willing to put the effort in? Sure, he wasn't as uptight about it as Armin was, but he didn't have to blow him off. Armin only was so naggy about it because he cared and worried about the other male.

He sighed as he looked over the book shelf ahead of him. There were a few reasons why he picked this dated building over the modern center that was on their highschool's campus. It was quieter there, he didn't have to deal with any one who considered a libaray a hangout zone. He actually felt like he could lost in his thoughts here, or even better, a book. The timeworn books were his favorite thing about this sanctuary, each page had character. It enhanced the experience in ways he felt probably only reading fanatics got. He could only imagine what experiences some of these beauties had been through. Since He was alone today, he decided that he would just do some light reading. It would be nice to give his brain a break from the amount of studying that he'd been putting it through.

His fingers traced over the binding until it fell on an old favorite. A tale of two cities, by the always a pleasure to read, late Charles Dickens. It'd been a few years since he reread it, and he'd always admired this hardcovered copy. He pulled the book from it's place and made his way back to his table. With some effort, he pulled one of the larger, comfortable chairs to the table and settled into what would be his seat for the next few hours. This would be nice, losing his mind in a classic tale would surely soak away all of his anger and straighten out his mood. At least, that's how he felt until he flipped the cover and came face to face with a bold phone number and a name scribbled underneath it. His nose wrinkled, who in the world would do this to such an old copy of a Charles Dickens book? The disrespect put him right back into that state of sourness and without even thinking, he moved to grab his cell phone. This wasn't exactly something he'd do if he wasn't so annoyed, but he was at his breaking point and needed some kind of release. He dialed the number, eyebrows furrowed as he waited for a noise to indicate this person had picked up. He cleared his throat.

"Hello, yes. Is this Jean?"

[freckledangelmarco]

"Why weren’t you there?"

"I-I...I'm sorry Armin..." Tears gathered in Marco's eyes and he looked at his feet feeling terrible. "I'm sorry..."

[freckledandholy-blog]

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[cadetbraun]

          [♖] Even in the darkness, amber eyes glinted with a hint of mischief as their owner sat up, feigning ignorance. "Oh yeah?" he jibed playfully. "Doesn’t look like the wrong bed to me…" The slightest of smirks teased his lips apart. Of course, he was only joking. He knew that whatever romantic feelings he harbored for Armin wouldn’t necessarily go returned, and he understood that. 

          Nevertheless… Reiner cared deeply for the smaller blond. If nothing else, he was a dear friend, a younger brother of sorts. He often aided Armin during his trainings, carrying his knapsack if he fell behind or holding back during the one-on-one spars so that the shorter male could catch his breath. He even occasionally pocketed rations for Armin and left them at his bedside table. He was… precious to Reiner. Hell, everyone in the 104th was. But… Armin especially.

          "But seriously," he said in said in a more congenial tone, “I came to check on you.” The stout blond reached through the shadows, his fingers tracing across the bandages wrapped tautly over Armin’s forehead. They had finally returned from the 57th expedition outside the walls, where he, Armin, and Jean had all encountered the Female Titan. It had been a harrowing experience indeed, with the petite blond sustaining the greatest injury. "Just wanted to make sure your head was doing okay," assured Reiner sincerely.

[clevercontriver]

Armin watched the other in the darkness, usually having another person other then his close friends so close to him would make him a little uneasy. But he felt oddly comfortable, he supposed it made sense. He trusted Reiner after all, the older male had helped him a lot over the years, he’d even saved his life earlier that day. Reiner had always inspired him to be a better solider, and he had respect for him. 

His eyes glanced up in the darkness as Reiner’s fingers ran over his handy work from earlier. He smiled, even if it probably would go unseen. The other blonde was so caring when it came to his comrades. "I’m doing okay. I was feeling a little dizzy after dinner, that’s why I headed back here so early. But after laying down for a bit, I feel a bit more stable." He admitted. 

He cleared his throat, reaching around before clasping onto Reiner’s shoulder. "Thank you. For what you did today. If it wasn’t for you, chances are I wouldn’t even be here anymore.." he said softly, the whole incident replaying in his head. "I’m not going to lie, everything that happened today has really left my head spinning. More so then the head injury inflicted. It’s hard to stop thinking about the female titan.. I haven’t really been able to fall asleep because of it."

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          [♖] Reiner's goldenrod gaze lingered affectionately on the small blond for a long moment. It was... soothing, to see how calm he looked. Armin's hand felt so small against the taller male's massive shoulder. And yet, it was substantial. Present. As fragile and exhilarating as a bird. And Reiner couldn't help but smile. Comrades like Armin made him feel... better about himself, somehow. It was difficult to explain. But Reiner felt a small light between his ribs, a light as fleeting as the one that burned in a small lantern near the door of the barracks. But it was warm nonetheless, and he relished it for a moment. It was the same little spark that shimmered to life with Connie laughed at one of Reiner's bad jokes, or when Sasha squirmed with joy at the rations Reiner occasionally swiped for her, or when Eren looked so relieved after Reiner gave him a piece of advice... 

          These kids all meant so much to him. And that was the truth. It was the damn truth.

          "Hey, you would've done the same for me," Reiner answered Armin's gracious words with some of his own. His expression, however, sobered noticeably at the mention of the Female Titan. "Yeah," he mused, his eyes growing somewhat distant, as if ruminating. "Yeah, that was a close call. I'm surprised I managed to get out of all that with only a sore back and a few scratches..." He lowered his head a bit, his brow furrowing. But his gaze snapped upward, studying the small blond's face meticulously.

          "What do you make of all this, Armin?" Reiner asked softly. "The titan? How it didn't hurt you? How it changed direction all of a sudden? What do you think that means?"

[armoredabs-blog]

[text] I am a responsible adult. I tied up my hair before I puked.

:: Yeah you did! I was going to man up and be the one to hold it back for you 

:: Cause you know, Eren was too busy being passed out on the floor 

:: But you got that shit handled so impressed with you Armin 

[perfect-smile-kirstein]

[text] We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would get a piggy back ride home. I’ve never been so broken.

:: A deal's a deal blondie and I won fair and square 

:: But because of the awesome guy that I am, I'll give you a nice rub down just for being a good sport 

:: & I think we'd both enjoy it (;