So today appears to be a day which gets all the humans buzzing. They seem to exchange tokens of affection. Ever willing to do his part, the Colossal Titan kneels down next to his brother and sets down a very confused and unsettled horse in the grass beside him. He is as gentle as he can possibly be but the animal still kicks at his fingers in retaliation. The Colossus looks at Jäger expectantly. He likes these animals, right? Right. Good. Mission accomplished. (from molochh<3)
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THE COLOSSAL cuts a monolithic figure 'gainst the rolling planes comprising Paradis’ distant horizon, now stripped bare of the Walls that had once loomed so imposingly over its people / only a few short years ago. Jäger, until this very point, had been content enough to simply ignore his stalwart companion in favor of more ... accessible entertainment - ‘til the rumbling of its approaching footsteps unceremoniously jolted him from his preoccupation with a babbling river by the wayside / gargantuan stride meeting him with surprising haste, for as unhurried as his “brother” typically is ... Of the two, Jäger can do little more than gape as the Colossal bends forward, earth trembling as it bears the shift in weight / a great sinewy hand unfurling from an impossible length of arm, outstretched, only to place a --... horse ... ? on the ground next to him ... Huh ?!
It’s a surreal moment of disjointed seconds before Jäger can react, still half-braced for the humiliation of being picked up ( as was becoming an unfortunate habit ). He blinks up at the Colossal, jaw shifting / teeth grinding tight with thought. Meanwhile, the poor horse prances around them in dazed circles, chuffing awkwardly as it chases off the heat of having been pressed flush ‘gainst the Colossal’s searing palm / ultimately rushing into the churning river with delightful whinnies of relief. At least, Jäger thinks, his brother had the courtesy not to throw the damn thing - and it’s with that same thought he realizes: ... oh. A gift. However the hell the Colossal came to know about such an obscure human holiday as this one, it matters little. Jäger himself feels a prickle of guilt pinch at the nape of his neck. No, he’d not gotten anything to reciprocate such an act of kindness ... it hadn’t even occurred to him. Furthermore, does that make him - inconsiderate ? Ungrateful ? AW, JEEZ ...
Jäger pats at the Colossal’s thumb, leveraging himself onto the large plane of flesh, knees awkwardly bumping into knuckled digits. He grunts, halfway embarrassed: OI, LIFT ME UP. ISN’T THAT YOUR FAVORITE THING TO DO, LUGGING ME AROUND ?
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