♛ 『avarice.』

       jean’s brows furrow   ———   but not due to    HIS TEMPER   for once  ,  more so that it’s out of    PURE CONFUSION    :    so the guy doesn’t wanna eat breakfast  .  okay  ?    JEAN HONESTLY DOESN’T GIVE A SHIT   ?      you’d like to die from malnutrition  -    fine with him  .   he’s just here because he needs to feed the squad  ,  and the ingredients are available   .     NO HARM  ,  NO FOUL   from his part  ,  as long as he’s concerned   .    do whatever you want  ,  dunstan  —   as long as it    STOPS THE TEARS     .    ❝      bastards , huh  ?  well  ,  aren’t you an eloquent orator  .     ❞      CONCLUSION   ?    guy probably doesn’t have a lot of friends  .  not surprising  ,  but still  .  an information is an information  .    (   JEAN KNOWS WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE FRIENDLESS   .   )      ❝     my ma  ?  — um  .  the old hag and i  ?      WE ARGUED A LOT   .    like  ,  screaming matches kind of argument  .  and the only time we didn’t was when we were cooking  .  so  .  yeah  .  i remember most of the recipe     FROM OBSERVING   though  .   it’s fine if you don’t wanna give it a try  ,  i mean   —   suit yourself  .    just a warning  that if you do   ———    well  ,  better eat as much as you can before     POTATO GIRL    gets in here   .  she’s a     BEAST    around food  .    ❞

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Result: The Anti-Hero

          ❝     what do you mean you’re    SURPRISED     that i can cook   ?      ❞      jean glowers from over his shoulder towards where the other is    ALREADY SITTING    ,    the plate of     OMELETTE WITH HOT MUSHROOM SOUP    are warm and sightly just on the dinner table   .      ❝      the others didn’t tell ya’   ?      ❞     but then again  ,  it wasn’t always that    HE DOES COOK   ,    only when sasha’s too tired or armin and mikasa isn’t taking over the kitchen  .  which means  :     VERY RARELY   .   fuck  .  whatever   .  he can feel his face’s heating up and that’s like  ,   fucking embarrassing ,  okay  ?    jean turns back to the    GARLIC BREAD    he’s almost done with  ,   grumbling   .    ❝     just — sit the fuck down and shut up  .    ❞    /  &.  »  @narrowthief  !

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     it was almost amusing, how put-out faramund seemed by levi’s dig at his sense of humor. levi could almost feel the flash of irritation that came from him, even without looking over. kid needed to get his priorities straight, if he was more bothered by a crack at his jokes than by the actual prospect of getting eaten by titans - but then, most people who joined the survey corps weren’t really focused on priorities, so he wasn’t out of place there.

     he let out a tiny snort at the recruit’s assertion that his humor could kill a titan, a small sign of amusement. “i look forward to seeing that. next time we come across one, i’ll step aside and let your humor save humanity for us.” his tone was so dry that he almost sounded sincere, though the words bled sarcasm. as to faramund’s accusation, he merely raised a delicate eyebrow. “i don’t need to. i can kill titans without it.” 

     (not that faramund didn’t have a point - levi wasn’t exactly known for his charming banter. it wasn’t that he didn’t have a sense of humor, more that his tended towards the dark, sarcastic, and vulgar. but, after all, he wasn’t here to win a popularity contest.)

       ♦ Ah, would he really do that ?? Step aside and let one of the scouts face a titan alone - What a death wish incarnate !! Faramund couldn’t help but wonder what such a sight would look like in all of it’s gruesome glory - Even if death wasn’t his priority, he was near proud to say that it still held a spot as his end goal. They were all going to die eventually, after all, either by titans or by some of their own mortal folly. What was the use trying to prolong it, especially in their world ??  

       ♦ ❝ Well damn, I’ll thank ya as th’ big bastard eats me alive. ❞ A half-assed laugh escaped, both due to the own mental image of himself flailing from a Titan’s jaw, thanking the captain for letting him die, and from the tone he used. It sounded almost sincere enough to be taken seriously - almost.  ❝ ‘Ey, I’m not sayin’ ya couldn’t kill Titans. Just gotta wonder how ya manage when they’re... y’know. ❞ A small gesture was made to the top of his head, then to the top of the captain’s own, drawing an invisible line between the two. 

              jean hadn’t    EXPECTED   the voice                  after all  , most of the time    SPENT    in these sort of   FALSE PEACE    hours before any real damage are done  (  before any lives were lost  )   were with jean mostly    DEEP IN HIS THOUGHTS   ,   recounting every possible mistakes  ,  every possible outcomes that one should be    EXPECTING   out of any outside-of-the-walls expedition  .   (  whatever , he’s a   WORRIER   ,  it’s bad for his health  ,  so is being a   SUICIDAL AIRHEAD  ,  but that didn’t stop him from wearing the   WINGS OF FREEDOM   on his back  ,  pretending he’s some sort of a wayward    HERO  just because he failed to save  marco  one person  .   )    so , he sneers  ,  almost  :   amber eyes    NARROWING SUSPICIOUSLY   at the other corpsman before his gaze trails back to follow what the guy has meant  .  surprisingly  ,  jean finds himself not finding   OFFENCE   in the suggestion   ,  rather a deep fear nestling in his stomach at the idea that    IT MIGTH BE TRUE   ,  that the guy may end up dead and    JEAN MIGHT BE NEXT    .    jean should shut up , really  .   SHUT UP AND IGNORE THE IDIOT   .    this is stupid  .  his mouth is gonna say something stupid  .  it always does whenever he’s   NERVOUS   ,  and thinking that he    MIGHT FAIL    marco  ?   might make ma cry even more than she probably already does  ?    

         fuck  .  fuck , fuck , fuck ,   FUCK   .      ❝     as if i’d bet my money with a    LOCAL SCAMMER   .      ❞    nice going  ,   kirstein  .      ❝       if anything  ,  why don’t you    BET ON YOURSELF    ,    dunstan  ?   you’re not exactly some goddamn   MIRACLE SOLDIER     ———    you think you’re gonna make it back  ?    ❞

       ♦ Ah, there was truly nothing in the world that matched pure and utter sass. Part of him already wanted to retort with some half-assed insult, likely playing off of the other’s assumed arrogance ( no one could have that kind of a haircut and not be a complete prick, after all ) and earning him either internalized respect or a bloodied nose. Either way, he would have been content with the result - it wouldn’t be the first time he got into a scuffle over some pitiful asshat, nor would it have been the first time that the former thief took pride in hideous insults. Hell, maybe both would play out, and Faramund would have to deal with the consequences of his actions for once... Nah. He’d shift the blame to someone else if the worse came to pass, scrolling over the other’s outline in the mean time. Those lying wings of freedom - They stood more for death and suffering than anything else, least to him. It was an easy way to die, nothing more,nothing less - and that was precisely how he liked it. 

               renae  turned  at  the  other’s  VOICE.  she  wasn’t  expecting  him   to  try  to  strike  up  a  conversation  with  her,  not  right  now  at  least.  and  it  was  a  hard  question  to  answer.  it’s  not  like  she  could  tell  the    t r u t h   about  it  all.   she  couldn’t  tell  her  that  she  killed   ten  rich  men  of  the  capital,  escaped,  and  was  found  injured  in  the  streets  by   erwin  so  she  had  to  strike  up  a  DEAL.  her  service  for  his  silence.  though,  she  would  of  joined  the  scouts  anyway,  that  was  always  what  she  wanted.  renae  couldn’t  say  that  her  name  was  fawn  really,  that  she  was  stolen  by  disgusting  men  the  day  the  wall  FELL,  but  she  could  say  why  she  always  dreamed  of  joining  the  scouts.   “  titans  killed  my  family,  so  i’ll  kill  them.   ”   renae  smiled  at  him,  “  simple  as  that.  ”  so  at  least  she  was  telling  SOME  truth. 

       ♦ ❝ Out of pure curiosity, ❞ As thought anything about him was pure. He was filthy in both mind and manner, Faramund’s focus shifting between the other and his environment. He didn’t want to risk any lives through becoming distracted in conversation, yet the boredom was killing him faster than a titan would. He needed to talk, even if it was to a complete stranger.  ❝ Why’d you join ?? ❞  He was aware that it could have been a sensitive subject for some, depending on their experiences.

       ♦ Not that he cared.