#ackerman mikasaa

Eren couldn’t sleep, how could he? memories started to plague his mind as he thought of warm arms that use to hold him and how the world behind the  walls was massive. The faint trickle of a voice long gone played in his memory as he chuckled darkly that it has been many years and he refused to let go, but, could he ever? as the figure moved to the kitchen he suddenly heard soft cries from behind a door. They seemed familiar and that was because they where his siblings, as agonizing as it was he vanished for a few minutes only to come back with something special that in their poorly ravished world was a luxury.

      Knocking on the door, he spoke in an innocent tone acting as if he had no clue what was going on, “Mikasa! I made you tea” he chirped. Slowly, he opened the door to the bedroom noticing his sister looking so troubled and it made his heart lurch, if Mikasa cried he knew the world was crashing down and in vain he would try to stop it for their security, her happiness, and to be reassured life was going to continue on but most all he could not bare to see her stone like eyes swell with tears.

"I'm fine! I just...had a rough day" rough was an understatement, wiping the blood from his cheek he stared at it for a moment. Titan blood vanishes within minutes, this is humans that was clear. Looking to Mikasa there was the same old gaze of his that showed how hurt he was whenever another human soul was lost to war, he clenched his fist trying so hard to advert his gaze as he spoke.

Sea salt is really disgusting-- he thought it would be remarkable, beautiful to be honest. No, it just sticks to the skin and leaves one aching for a hot shower. There was warmth though far as the body could go, heavenly plains of beautiful green and the sky! it was amazing with no stone in sight, yes this was what humans called freedom.

As scarred fingers walked white clothed billowed through them showing the scars the hunter had forged through the years as flesh was torn easily by the ivory of his teeth, out stretched they skimmed the fields of golden poppy's the flower of Maria. How funny, she was known for these beauties when he only ever so powder blue blossoms in the fields near his home where the innocent played.

 In this world though, there where many beautiful flowers and suddenly the greenery of the plains meant little to nothing. In his ears rang the voices of children, cuddled up underneath the tree that wept a storm of fresh leaves that would fall to the land, they giggled over the prospects of seeing the world together and the mere thought made his eyes fill up with hot tears.

Trickling down his cheeks, he gave no mind to the roaring wind as he walked barefoot upon the new land, a home he didn't know but some day hoped would become familiar. As the sun shined bright, the feral youth sat against the white hot sand the feeling of the sea was kind, it felt like bath water fresh from the kettle but it also felt like a touch long gone. Many died in the war for humanity, some went mad and others never to be whole again but he wished in some sense that was the case here. Snuggled warmly in a red fabric, the smell was strong of Camilla flowers he brought the scarf over his nose as he wept openly.