you are the knife i turn inside myself (re-edit)
eren x mikasa | rated e | enemies to lovers
Mikasa stifles a wince when a broad hand sinks into her hair and heaves her upward. Once again, the sharp edge of a knife finds her raw throat, but she shuts her eyes, unwilling to face her murderer; to give him the satisfaction of witnessing her fear.
“You deserve this,” he whispers, his rancid breath warming the shell of her ear. “For trading your soul.”
He presses the blade in deeper, motioning to slide it across. She holds her breath, her lungs tight, twisting, anticipating the rush of hot blood and pain, before another voice, deep with command, asks, “What are you doing?”
He backs off immediately, and Mikasa crumples onto her hands and knees, panting hoarsely. When she glances up, she notices a pair of heavy, black boots. Her eyes slowly lift upwards, trailing over woolen trousers and a dark, fur-lined cloak, before lingering on the metal insignia that dangles from his neck: two feathered wings crossed over each other.
The Scouts, she realizes, fresh horror dawning over her. Witch-hunters.
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