Doll & Destroyer

"A pick up line?" she questioned, having never been hit on before. She’d certainly heard similar lines being used on other people, but never on her. Not once.

Shaking her head at his apology, as if to silently say it was fine, she directed her eyes forward, staring at the ground before her,

"It wasn’t cheesy." though that obviously wasn’t the main point.

Just let it go Bertl.. Sighing and groaning, Bertholdt leaned back again in his swing. He couldn’t talk to girls, guys, anyone. He felt too nervous or awkward, and would mess up anytime he spoke. Very few people were an exception to this. That of course being his childhood friends, Berwick, Reiner, who he was fighting with, and Annie. Besides that? He was screwed.

"Why can’t I just have one normal day-..”

"I’m sorry." though it sounded like almost a whisper, her tone was almost flat, yet still managed to hold something of an apologetic tone to it. No, they didn’t know each other, so Yin had no right to say she knew him, but by the sound of his tone, Bertholdt was having a rough time.

That being the case, Yin hesitantly reached over, placing her hand on his shoulder as something of a comforting gesture.

He stopped for a moment. In that moment, he felt Yin place her hand on his shoulder, and as just a reflex, he flinched. Bertl looked over at her with an apologetic smile before looking back down. 

"Why are you apologizing?" she continued, ending with a questioning tone, her eyes not exactly directed at the male, but nearly in his direction, and giving an intent look of confusion from his random apology, her lips still parted just slightly as she waited for his explanation.

Shaking her head, finally, Yin went silent, waiting to hear the other’s footsteps moving closer to her, not moving from her spot, yet. This man didn’t seem like a threat, but if he proved to be, she could somehow escape around the tree to slow him down, and get away.

“Alright, I’m comin’ over.”

Twigs that were along his route to her snapped under his weight making Lavi more nervous than he had really thought such a simple action would be. Walking towards a woman should be easy, but something about her seemed off and the city being on edge lately… Still, he held his hands up for her to see as he moved closer, assuring her that anxiety on her part would be unnecessary. 

Now being but only two feet of distance from her, the redhead could see— even with only one good eye— that she was stunning. Everything was so foreign compared to the women he’d ever met. Her eye’s brought memories of the pink, velvety flowers he’d bring to his mother as a boy. She’d been the only friend he’d had growing up due to his deformities, but that hadn’t bothered him any, he was happy to have the daily trip home from school being something to look forward to. Even if this young woman with starlight hair hadn’t been too warm, nor cold, with him— her eyes already brought a comfort.

Not realizing it was his coat he was holding out, Yin held one hand out, palm to the sky, not knowing what he was giving her, but assuming it was something much smaller than a coat, as she listened to him talking, introducing himself to her.

"Lavi..." she muttered to herself, putting his name into her memory bank before introducing herself, 

"My name is Yin." She spoke in a flat tone, as if her name were a boring part of her.

"A pick up line?" she questioned, having never been hit on before. She’d certainly heard similar lines being used on other people, but never on her. Not once.

Shaking her head at his apology, as if to silently say it was fine, she directed her eyes forward, staring at the ground before her,

"It wasn’t cheesy." though that obviously wasn’t the main point.

Just let it go Bertl.. Sighing and groaning, Bertholdt leaned back again in his swing. He couldn’t talk to girls, guys, anyone. He felt too nervous or awkward, and would mess up anytime he spoke. Very few people were an exception to this. That of course being his childhood friends, Berwick, Reiner, who he was fighting with, and Annie. Besides that? He was screwed.

"Why can’t I just have one normal day-..”

"I'm sorry." though it sounded like almost a whisper, her tone was almost flat, yet still managed to hold something of an apologetic tone to it. No, they didn't know each other, so Yin had no right to say she knew him, but by the sound of his tone, Bertholdt was having a rough time.

That being the case, Yin hesitantly reached over, placing her hand on his shoulder as something of a comforting gesture.

"My chest… It starts feeling tight when something feels wrong to me…" Of course, that was mainly a hunch for her, seeing as she’d lived most of her life as a doll, being ordered by people, and not doing anything unless told to do so, resulting in these feelings being very new and very strange to her.

"But… When something is right… I just feel like it is. I feel like… If I don’t go with those feelings, I’ll regret it."

"That’s an interesting way to put it, I suppose."

Leaning back on his swing, he looked up at the dark sky, littered with bright, blinking starts. Or maybe they were just airplanes, or something. He didn’t know anymore, nor care in that moment.

Nevertheless, she introduced herself back,

"My name is Yin." in most situations, revealing her ‘real’ name was probably a mistake. If anything, she should have given her old name, ‘Kirsi’. Too late, now.

"Do you come here often?" Bertholdt stopping moving on his swing as soon as the words came out of his mouth. His face darkened with embarrassment. He of course, tried to fix the damage. "I-I didn’t mean for it to sound like a cheesy pick up line! I’m sorry-.."

"A pick up line?" she questioned, having never been hit on before. She'd certainly heard similar lines being used on other people, but never on her. Not once.

Shaking her head at his apology, as if to silently say it was fine, she directed her eyes forward, staring at the ground before her,

"It wasn't cheesy." though that obviously wasn't the main point.

"I’m not hurt, and no one is giving me trouble." She spoke in a now monotone manner, wondering if she should continue and tell him she was just lost, and had no way of contacting anyone she knew.

"I don’t know where I am." she admitted, almost in a random tone, as if to just simply state the fact, and not as if it were a problem, not expecting any real help from the male. 

Shaking her head, finally, Yin went silent, waiting to hear the other's footsteps moving closer to her, not moving from her spot, yet. This man didn't seem like a threat, but if he proved to be, she could somehow escape around the tree to slow him down, and get away.

"My chest… It starts feeling tight when something feels wrong to me…" Of course, that was mainly a hunch for her, seeing as she’d lived most of her life as a doll, being ordered by people, and not doing anything unless told to do so, resulting in these feelings being very new and very strange to her.

"But… When something is right… I just feel like it is. I feel like… If I don’t go with those feelings, I’ll regret it."

"That’s an interesting way to put it, I suppose."

Leaning back on his swing, he looked up at the dark sky, littered with bright, blinking starts. Or maybe they were just airplanes, or something. He didn’t know anymore, nor care in that moment.

Nevertheless, she introduced herself back,

"My name is Yin." in most situations, revealing her 'real' name was probably a mistake. If anything, she should have given her old name, 'Kirsi'. Too late, now.