#benidieu

❝   Welcome to the shop!  ❞

------though her tone held a slight bit of confusion due to the extent of how many people were in the simple flower store. 

A dissatisfied frown and an exasperated sigh.  She doesn't consider herself worth such sentiment.  Expresses this quite often.  Her words seem to only be ignored, or perhaps overridden by their friendship.  She still huffs, chin resting in her palm.

"You know what I'm gonna say already."

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Opinion on;

Character in general:  YELLS LOUDLY BC I LOVE CHRISTA i love her so much it's rly dumb actuallyshe's just so strong and brave and beautiful and i have a ridiculous amount of respect for her as a characterHow they play them:  screams you are amazing like all the time ok like there are very very VERY few christa blogs that i enjoy reading and interacting with, and you're one of them :')))The Mun:  we don't really talk all that much ooc but ahh you seem so sweet and cool and i kind of really want your skype if that's ok???

Do I:

RP with them:  yesss ; w ;Want to RP with them:  who doesn't t b q h

What is my;

Send me a "(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)" and my muse will respond with a kiss that resembles their feeling(s) or relationship towards yours.

Forehead: Blessing/Friendship

     "Come on, it's okay... you don't have to cry anymore..."

     Eren didn't know what to do.  Krista'd been crying for a good thirty, totally inconsolable, and the boy had no idea why, or how to help.  She'd shown up in the boy's dorm and crawled into his bed almost immediately, and when everyone else had shuffled out awkwardly to get ready for the morning, Eren stayed, panicked and still half-asleep as he soothed the sobbing blonde.  Even when she'd been reduced to simple hiccups and whimpers, she still wouldn't talk to him--and that was strange to him, because every time she came to him, she was willing to vent.  It was... different this time.  Maybe she'd had a nightmare, or someone had been a dick to her...

Thank you for choking my feels with your wonderful writing. I’m crying as of this moment now uacbaSJUICABNSAU ;A;

Send me a ⊗ for my muse's reaction to finding yours dead.

                                       Sorrow...                                                                     ...Pain...                                                                                                   Regret...

These were all emotions that boiled inside her when she found the mutilated body of what once was a beautiful... goddess. Where was Mikasa in Christa's time of need- not where she was supposed to be. And standing before the torn pieces of an innocent girl, Mikasa was all that was left in the broken battle. 

Status of other comrades were unknown at this point. Probably all dead like so many other soldiers before them. But none of that mattered now. Because, for now, Mikasa had let the only person she ever thought of as a kind and tender soul be half devoured by the ones that she so desperately tried to communicate with.

Blades clattering against the rubble, the female dropped to her knees and stared in horror. What was left from the body? Hardly anything, but Mikasa recognised the small hand. Mikasa recognised the the thin, feminine body. There could have been no other person laying there except for one.

Stillness haunted the air for several seconds before her wails filled the air. Choked sobs turned into strangled screams but Mikasa was left to wonder...