{ ooc }: okay, what are all the mikasas up to tonight...........
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{ ooc }: okay, what are all the mikasas up to tonight...........
"Please, no more!" {{ i hope this is ok!! }}
"Mikasa please hang in there. It won't be much longer." The teen replied to her, biting down on his lower lip as he continued to bandage the wound on the girls stomach. Normally Eren would have been able to hand a wound like this but for some reason it was hard to even look at it. Was it because it was Mikasa that was injured?
+4 have misfortune
xalopsia
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"Jeez ”
"The cards really aren’t in your favor, are they?"
look away;;; { xalopsia }
----------------{ x }
"Take me out to the lake, break it down and dive into our mistakes Take me in to the fire, it's just us even for a little while There's nothing to say, look away"
That car in the driveway, those shoes in the foyer;; it's all so strange and rather foreign to her, but it's all so goddamn familiar at the same time, as if she knows exactly what awaits her within the threshold of the apartment door.
( goddamnit, why is she so fucking possessive. )
It's rather complicated between the two of them, she knows it all too well; yet she's in denial, oh, she's so adamantly intent and keen on keeping their relationship solely at the level of benefits & absolutely nothing more.
It brings her to the troubling question of why exactly she's feeling this way then; so goddamn envious, seething with rage and blatant, downright jealousy, heart beating with endless fury as she attempts to assuage her growing fears of commitment and emotional attachment.
( this is just a fling. nothing more....)
Quivering, pale hands close around the knob of the door, and she hesitates, asking herself for a brief second on whether she should open it; she knows what's beyond the door, does she need to see?
His filthy hands, all over her body, touching her in places where she used to touch her; it disgusts her, it E N R A G E S her, it drives her absolutely mad, it's as if her composure is eroded instantly to the hands of the repulsive sight in front of her.
you L I E D to me.
It's instinctive; a shrill, feral wail from shrieking, breathless lungs, a plethora of insults falling off of her venomous tongue, aimed at him, aimed at her, aimed at T H E M--- everything they W E R E---and she's fallen victim to it, fallen victim to her lies, her betrayal.
you're a hypocrite, annie. a goddamn fucking hypocrite.
because you are not innocent.
"Y-You hit me.. You've n-never hit me before.."
She didn’t know what she had done until she heard the girl sob. Her eyes moved over to the girl on the ground, her hand on her cheek, and Annie felt a drop in her stomach. She hit her. She hit her. Yes, she had been angry, but she didn’t expect her anger to consume her so much.
"Mikasa," said the girl softly, kneeling down and reaching out to her. "I’m sorry.. I’m so so sorry."