#ourvoids

He wasn't impressed.

He wasn't one to brag about his skill, but he wasn't going to deny it either. The fact that they had taken him, albeit temporarily, off his Garrison duties to be a bodyguard for the queen was more irritating than it was some kind of "honor". Not only did the idea alone make him restless, but the Garrison was hurting for soldiers lately. From the looks of things too, the Scouts were also hurting - enough that they would probably need more soldiers soon, and there was no way said soldiers would be coming from the Military Police.

It did make sense not to take someone from the 104th - someone who knew Historia well - after they'd found out five titan shifters came from Historia's old group. People were probably suspicious of all of them now. Even if the Scouts had cleared their name, it was probably difficult for many to grasp just how many titan shifters went unnoticed in the same group for as long as they had.

And of course, most of the Military Police weren't exactly good fighters. They couldn't risk taking any of the Scouts, who were already worse for wear and still had to actually embark on the mission to the basement. Their choices really were just the Garrison. But even then, did she need protecting? Aside from the fact that she had taken down the giant abnormal titan and could clearly fight, was it actually still possible for there to be more sleeper agent titan shifters that might want to target her? When she was this far in the walls' interior?

Granted, they did seem to need her to make use of Eren's titan abilities, but if they came after her and attacked like they meant it, what was one bodyguard going to do when surrounded by Military Police who could hardly handle their day to day loitering, forget combat? Not all of them were terrible at policing - Nile seemed to have his head on straight now, Marlo wanted to fix the corruption (which Yuri agreed with and respected, but the Military Police was no place for him), Flynn could actually fight and issue orders in emergencies - but if someone attacked and really went for it, how many combat ready people would be accessible and prepared at a moment's notice? One.

The worst part? He was here for an "indefinite and uncertain amount of time". In the innermost wall, with the snobbiest scoundrels. Damn did he miss Wall Maria.

The soft noise of their kids chirping rang through their home like tiny silver bells, the warmth of the atmosphere only tenfold as the festive winter wreaths were being strung around the wooden frame of the windows. Lyanna hums softly as she easily holds the strings - balancing herself over the step-stool. When she looks over at Eren, it strikes her just how he looks the most domestic she's ever seen him. Dark brown messy locks of hair glowing in the light, and for a second she has to remind herself to keep breathing. 

where (...) was she? the scenery is familiar, that she knows all too well. mikasa stood in the vast field of blooming flowers too vibrant for reality, and just beyond it, was the tree. it's leaves a gentle rustle guided by a blissful breeze. the last thing she can really recall is her eyes closing against her will, but she had invited it none the less. oh. she realises. so, she really had passed on. the hands she looks down at aren't frail and withered, but soft and youthful. her long hair tied into a ponytail, it's colour as dark as she once remembered -- why. why like this? but transcended into the unknown of death was peaceful. there was no need to question it.

but such melancholy that consumes her doesn't last long. not when she looks towards the tree. looks down to it's roots, and spots something in the distance. something so familiar. something that causes her heart to skip as beat, for tired eyes to widen with a gleam.

for awhile she's frozen in place. everything that screamed in her to run towards him is too stunned to make that move. because first (...) it has to be real. she needed it to be real. to see him there again, under that tree. after so many years ... even as memories faded into oblivion, even as his face began to disappear from her mind, she never, ever, forgot about (@ourvoids).