#solusdelusor

█⋮x x &—;   A truer verse of her name never breathed so easily past lips before, especially ones tugging with a wry smirk to pour out lofty flattery. Yet the warmth of fingers upon a delicate, pointed chin gave her no mind to the gentle purr rumbling an insult to stature. Instead a demure sigh parts from her mouth and heat rises in swells 'pon applecheeks and its then that she knows better than to bait the taller, freckled one who is consistent with her ebbing teases.  

     Though distraction comes in a simple form, a floral one of carmine hue and silken petals, hardly thorned and presented so neatly by one so rough. A stunning contrast that gives cause to saline mixture to well within cerulean irises.  

     Mewling breaks in the back of her throat as she accepts the gift, holding it in paws so tenderly. "-- Ah, thank you so much, Ymir. This... No one has ever gotten me anything for my birthday before, I..." Words fail to tumble against her tongue in a childish stammer, yet she ceases any attempt only to grasp with a free hand the lapels of a tawny jacket, tugging slightly.

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                        †   "Faire mes corvées, Ymir?' 

Opinion on;

Character in general: Ymir is so great. She’s well written. She reminds me of the average bitter teen even though she’s seen so much more. She’s so realistic and I love that. I can relate to her on a lot of points so she’s a character I heavily identify with.

How they play them: Your Ymir is very new so I haven’t formed too much of an opinion yet? The Mun: A very lovely mun!! I really enjoy talking to you aa. You also do a great Petra.

Do I:

RP with them: Not yet!! Want to RP with them: For sure dude I want to rp with all my TAOL pals….

What is my;

   Unexpected. That's what this entire situation was. Erwin wasn't used to situations being out of his grip. He spent hours and hours and hours plotting out every single possibility, deciding who would be involved and what their role would be and everything in between. He couldn't take chances. He had to be absolutely ruthless and put everything into consideration. There was no other way. How else was he supposed to be successful? More importantly.. how else was he supposed to take the trio back home?

   It's crisp outside the walls, breaths leaving parched lips in frigid mist. The safe house the shifters are holed up in has thick walls, but not thick enough to cast out the threat of cold weather. It was a relief there was a fireplace inside. Chopped logs cut from a nearby tree were tossed into the sweltering fire, flame dancing against azure hues. The warmth is soaked in by pallid skin, temperature rising the longer he stands there. He can't waste time, though. He needs to speak to Ymir, figure out what her role in this mission is going to be. If she's nothing but a nuisance, he'll kill her.

   Stepping away from flames, he recalls the words given to him by the two shifters. Ymir was locked away underground. Wise choice. She wasn't to be trusted just yet. Her ability was useful. He would use her most important person against her. Historia Reiss. Temporary loyalty over the safety of the girl. The blond had to disregard his personal feelings to the side. Yes, he cared about Historia, but he cared more about his mission. Bertholdt, Reiner and Annie were his main concern. He owes them home. Has been owing them home for several years.

   Footsteps lead him underground where the dancing titan is being held. Along with him, he brings hot soup. She wasn't a prisoner. Not feeding her and completely isolating her would work against him in the end. He was expecting hostility. It was logical for him to do so. Being kept underground would have anyone infuriated. Weight is shifted down, wooden bowl set right in front of her. One of her cuffs is undone. "If you shift, Reiner and Bertholdt will kill Historia. Eat. You look pale." He doesn't mean to start off with aggressiveness, but if she shifted, he would die. He can't die just yet.

    Children aren’t supposed to die before adults. This is what her mother told her when she would leave the home for expeditions. It was always far too much for the child to bear. “Why can’t I just go instead of you?”

    Now she understands why adults should go first.

"Owe you? Why would I owe you for something like that?"