#traidore

      IN SUCH SOLID STATE OF ARMOUR         you think yourself impermeable  /  inaccessible  /  mien undefeatable .   but she’s navigated your weak spots like radio detection,  and she knows how easy you break.   her lips press shy,  eyes falling down at the reminder in his words.   ❝   i know.  but this will be good for you.   ❞     she assures him,  hand clasping weak at his shoulder,  languid smile drawing near.     

just one hand,    A FINGER FLICKED UPWARDS            

translation:    fuck you,   reiner,     before jean foregoes the middle finger and opts instead for    CLEANING HIS FACE    from the remnants of the snow before the coldness can,     you know,   potentially    FREEZE HIS FACE TO DEATH.     or maybe he’s just being dramatic,    but like he’ll ever    ADMIT    that aloud.    ‘cause he won’t,   nuh-uh.    in fact,    he’s being    COMPLETELY REASONABLE    —    dare he-fucking-say mature,   even     —    from entirely participating in what-he-knows would’ve developed into a    SNOWBALL FIGHT    if he gives in.     nah,    satan.    not today.    

❝     jeez,    fuck,     is connie putting you up to this?     ‘cause you assholes better    CUT IT OUT     ———     i’m not in the mood.       ❞       plus,    there’re stuff to be    BROUGHT IN,    things they needed to be done.    so jean’s putting his foot on this.    definitely.    he’s not gonna do it.    NOT A CHANCE IN HELL.    not when the last time it happened,    he had to suffer through the winter break with a goddamn flu from sasha stuffing snow down his back that’s had him    SHIVERING TIL DAYLIGHT     the next day.    also,    why does the    GODDAMN WORLD    only targets him in these unfortunate events?     he just needs one break,   dammit.    just one.

so,      STAND THERE    all you want in the snow,   braun   —   he ain’t    BUDGIN’.

     " It was my blunder, I apologize, ”   Farnese was focused on her hand, blood, a fair amount from a sharp rock. The majority of the pain came from embarrassment, with such a careless mistake. Eyes gazed down at the wound, focused on it. It didn’t shock her, she’d already seen a fair amount of it, specially did her peers. Though she was fixated on it, hyper aware. People bled, it was normal, interesting, fun, and invigorating. 

     Swiftly she was broken from her hypnotism, idly picking the thin edges of drying blood. Farnese turns her head towards him.   “ Are you all right ?  I’m sorry if I had caused any concern, ”

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