#justmikasa

[verratensduo]

How do we do this?//closed w//@justmikasa

{{Mikasa Ackerman}} @justmikasa

“Yes. Hold on…” Mikasa quickly jotted the last of her mission report before turning to Marco. It wasn’t often that the two spoke to one another. She wondered if it was important. “Are you okay with us talking here?” In the mess hall, their conversation drowned out by the rest of the commotion, ‘less one of their comrades joins to disrupt them.

Marco nods. “Of course. How did the mission report come along?” Marco asks first and foremost. He leaned back on the wall. Whatever it was that was bothering him it was not the mission report. The young soldier was in some sort of dilemma, and seemed to be making small talk while working up the courage to really talk about what was bothering him.

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@justmikasa

levi understood that look better then most. perhaps it was an ackerman thing. his gaze followed hers past him, and he glanced over his shoulder- shoulders drooping a little bit. “perhaps a broken nose would do him good.” he murmured outloud, actually cracking a joke for once.

[etneilla]

“i know i can count on you.” - justmikasa , sideblog to sincerely-petra !

♔ —— | Mere words brought forth a weight the blonde didn’t thinkshe could carry. But what other choice did she have? Azure irises gazed at theother, both shocked and confused that she even whispered such a confession toher. After everything that has happened – all the times she almost selfishlychoice the opposite side due to her own childish feelings; Mikasa stillbelieved in her. Deeply touched by the sentiment, her eyes lit up as a gracefulsmile painted across her visage just before she said, 

“I promise to not let you down!” An oath - not just as a queen but as her comrade.

@sincerely-petra 

[bramble-thomas]

"Merry Christmas, Bramble." Mikasa hands a present to Bramble, a box wrapped in red containing hardened steel pieces and a Wings of Freedom patch.

Bramble backed up a bit as something was held out to her, an ear cocking and head tilting at what it was and the phrase to go with it. “Chr…Christmas?” she sounded out delicately, taking the box and staring at it for a moment. “Some kinda gift? D’I… o–open it now, or…”

Unfamiliar with the tradition, she waits for a nod before cautiously drawing a claw down one side of the wrapping to open it with as little mess as possible. The chimera pulled the red wrapping away and opened the box to see… a familiar symbol. That was on all of their jackets, wasn’t it?

“S’real pretty, Mikasa,” came the murmur, eyes never leaving the patch as she delicately pulled it out and admired the threadwork. “Th–thank y’. If I’d’a known I was s’posed t–t’getcha a gift, I-I would’a m-m-made somethin’, but…” Then she noticed that there were pieces of steel in the box, too, and she looked up questioningly at her friend. “S’th’metal… s-s’posed t’mean somethin’, or…? ‘N what’s th’patch… for?”

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"I really don't want a kid vomiting on me." -Just Mikasaaaaa

“I don’t want it on me either. Just like, make sure the kid is at arm’s length.”

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@justmikasa - continued from here

It’s been a long day.

John had replayed it all in his head, every little thing that happened, in full detail. All the deaths may have taken a bigger toll on him than he thought. It wasn’t new to him, but it never got easier. The other night owl must’ve known this as well. The circumstances were the key difference between the two.

The Colossal Titan-Bertholt-was an invaluable source of information. He had intentions, and he had motivations. What were those motivations, though? No one would find out, now that he was dead. Maybe Armin should’ve waited before having him for dinner. The reason for saying what he did remained a mystery, but he had decided to express his thoughts to her. She didn’t take it well, it seemed.

“I’m not saying that you didn’t.” Surprise was overtaken by curiosity. John didn’t have to accuse him, and she was already defending Armin’s actions. Mikasa was frigid, but underneath that cold exterior was someone who cared more about her friends than herself. He used to be like that, a lifetime ago.

“Of course it isn’t. If you’re a soldier, you’ll kill. There’s no way around it.” Some times you didn’t even need to be a soldier… just a man.

Her next comment, for whatever reason, ignited a spark of anger within him. Memories came to him; things he wanted to forget just flooded to the forefront of his thoughts. His anger may have made his judgement cloudy, but his words were loud and clear.

“Well, you can’t blame me for being human.”

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@justmikasa - continued from here

“A bit of both, actually. Mercy more than anything else. You may have killed before, but you know what happens if you keep going down that path. Something tells me you don’t want to go there. Not yet, at least.”