#aendeiousverse

               𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑  strands of dark hair, a comforting and practiced gesture. their closeness was natural, the way her head fits so comfortably atop his thigh, the way he smiles at the worn pages of the book she’s handed up to him. there’s a crack of lightning outside, the sound of waves whipping against the rocks on the outcropping of the shore. armin is not bothered by the sound - there is nothing that can hurt them here. still, he obliges, but not before a swift press of lips against the back of her knuckles.  ‘  sure.  ‘

        𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜.  she is everything, now. she is the way the tide crashes against the sand, the way the sun warms his skin, the way the wind brushes his cheeks. she’s written in the clouds, ever present in the back of his mind, even when she’s absent from their home. she is in each and every floorboard, every stroke of paint on the walls  -  they’d built this serenity together. it would not exist if not for mikasa. there is no more anyone could give him, no more he could want than the way her skin feels under his hands, soft even where scarred and calloused. you are right for me, in every way a person can be right for another person.  ‘  mika,  ‘  he breathes, into the space between her neck and her shoulder. there is sadness in his voice, an ache leftover from a life of traumas.  ‘  you’re the only thing i want.  ‘