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[amcherry]

an   ‘  i’ll  be  back  ’   kiss.       ♡     anya & colt.   @shiganshinas​​  

worry lines frame his face in a way that anya believes to be beautiful;  a golden boy frozen in his youth.   how heavy their eyes?  with tired minds, tired eyes, and tired souls they stood frozen in the moment,   forever replaying the moment everything changed:   and for that, she feels . . . jealous?   how childish,  to be jealous of the love between two brothers,   that colt is ready to leave her in a second’s notice to bring falco home,  even if it means dying.   what will he find there?   answers?   is colt searching for answers?  she cannot bring herself to look into his eyes,  too afraid of begging him to stay.  too scared that if she looks weak,  he’ll snap.   ❝   promise me you’ll be careful?  ❞    

it comes off desperate,  nearly begging.  cerulean eyes hold his,  cheek leaning into his hand.  when his lips brush hers,  anya hesitantly welcomes him,  fingertips brushing every inch of him,  taking a picture as though this might be the last time they ever see each other.   if only to remember the moment,  she breaks away.   it’s heartbreaking,  to see how alone they’ve become : to look into the betrayal that zeke has laid upon their feet.  her eyes travel to the warrior insignia,  thinking about how they were supposed to have it all ; that all the plans they had were now laid to waste . . . hatred pushed aside,  she selfishly wants colt to be safe,  nothing more nothing less.  but the worry in his eyes bit back the words she begs to say,  instead just nodding. 

 ❝   don’t look so down,  you’ll be back before you know it.   ❞      cherry lips turn upward.    ❝     i know you will.  ❞    

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𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐒  𝐎𝐅       sacrifice  makes  for  half     its battle .    most of its  pain .   to know where you burn ,   where your skin goes from ash to burning bones .   which limbs you  choose  to lose .    ymir’s the first to admit her hypocrisy .    she has every reason to be angry  with historia   —   and every instinct to believe her  displeasure’s  easily met with the counter .    who is  she   to judge ?    by the time they’re alone again ,   the mere slam of a door pushes that vexation out like the rush of passing bodies .   hollowed .    (   haunted .   as the rest of her .   had that anger found refuge ?    it was gone now ,    either way )  .                     ymir’s hand slides down the wood ,    her body falling back against it .   her arms cross ,   eyes  coming up  from the ground to look at historia .   she  feels  the melancholy wash through both of them .   ‘ keeping her mouth shut ’   keeps sounding like harder a lesson to learn as the days go by .    she sighs ,        ❛     you were always the  quiet one .    ❜