um idk what to ask for but mikereri and J?
J: When words aren’t enough
They could continue on like they had, circling around each other with words and other things none of them were good at, or they could lay here still and silent and listening to their breathing. The rise and fall of their chests and their breath the very wind beneath their wings. Something funny about that; wings. Something symbolic of freedom and yet ironic. Really the only one of them who’d had much of a choice was Mike and even then…
But the choices they had made as they drifted on those wings, those were what had ended up mattering. Ruffled and bloodied and battered they still worked, still let them soar.
Together they lay tangled up in each other; in their lives and limbs. There were no words - not really - and all they could do was show themselves. To bare themselves and wear hearts on sleeves, even if only as tiny cuff links. Perhaps in the end the words weren’t important. Levi sleeping at all was a blessing, nevermind him drifting off first, pressed between the two heated bodies beside him. Eren pulled him so that his back was against Eren’s front and Mike shifted closer, his chest to Levi’s and pulling all of them together like puzzle pieces.
Whatever words could have been said about them would never - could never - be enough to sum up the whole out of their parts. But this, pressed together close and warm and safe… that was enough.
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