❛ 𝑷𝑶𝑶𝑹  ∕  𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 .

                    ❛  … I suppose that’s true.  ❜

𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐘 and lifts his head, returning his brother’s gaze, strangely indifferent – though deep down, Eren knows that there are nights where even he can’t distinguish his father’s features from his own. The body he inhabits / foreign flesh, even to his own mind. He sighs and leans his weight against the wall behind his back, trying to ignore the sudden phantom-sensations of his missing limb.

                    ❛  You seem attached to those … your glasses.  ❜

                                    a   curved    hum    leaves   him  ,        affirming the statement ;   gaze  drawn  down to his nose before he plucks the  eye - wear  from their position.    Attached  /  at whole.    He hadn’t thought much of it—   a spirit  lured  to where others lay.    A piece  remaining  for the memories that came with.    Interesting .         ❛     I  suppose  so ,     ❜       he says,   lips quirked in the slightest.    A distant memory  /  teasing parrot.    His little brother’s an  observant  one,   isn’t he ?

                     ❛  … you don’t look like him, at all.  ❜

@chieftaiins

                                    ❛      no  ?    ❜      his   brow    quirks    vile         distortion.    A mere play on meek ;  hidden relief .    His eyes scour over his brother,  a nod just as acknowledging as it is  alleviating  .         ❛     That makes two of us,  then,     ❜       he assures him.    Their shared  baggage  ;  weighted on them as they’re thrown,  chained,  at sea.

⍀ ﾟ 〢 ｡     ⸻                ⌜  @wutleid  ⌟

⍀ ﾟ 〢 ｡     ⸻                ⌜  @cendreux  ⌟

⍀ ﾟ 〢 ｡      ⸻                ⌜  @avvem​  ⌟ 

⍀ ﾟ 〢 ｡       ⸻                ⌜  @wrhammer  ⌟

                                    MURDER - LUST  !  sweet  massacre  !        ah—  ajoy to watch her  understand .     you tug  &  thrust  &  toss your blessings so  virtuous .   red-soaked fawn,  ready for harvest.   A HUNT  /  SCOURGE  FOR THE FIEND  /  FANATIC  /  follower  unholy .  we are  different  you  &  i.  different—  in sight,  of ourmerciless ancestors.   flesh-hungry andbloated of power-thirst,  all  /  but you;  and the question of   ’ you ’.   you ,  the man ?    empath-drought,   squeezed thin of human blood.   Or  you , beast ?   Claws,  reaching,  coiling—to shatter thehandle.

                                   ❛     Good work,  Miss Tybur.   ❜

⍀ ﾟ 〢 ｡       ⸻                ⌜  @bfmet  ⌟

⍀ ﾟ 〢  ｡        ⸻                ⌜  @muledskin  ⌟