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that it had only been a year seemed difficult to comprehend —- walking to this place that had once been familiar gave andrei the sense that it had been instead an eternity. it looked much the same, of course, little hadphysically changed, yet the air of it, the sense it gave him, was foreign and unnatural, and it slowed already hesitant steps. a whole year of captivity, of wasting away in a french prison for the mere crime of defending his country, of knowing nothing of what was happening at home, other than that there would no report that he was alive —- and when a soldier disappeared in battle, the declaration of their death was never withheld for very long.

and it should have been true, andrei reckoned. wounded as he’d been (again, no less ) and captured by the enemy, interrogated and brought farther still from home to paris, his breath should have fled him, his heart shouldhave stopped. and yet still, still, with every passing day it had not. the wound had healed, leaving in its place ugly scars, and had made room for new blemishes. and though they had largely healed, their effect, his gaunt figureand the deadened hollowness of his eyes, the weariness that settled on his soul like a thick layer of dust, were still visible. still haunting his appearance —- still reminding him terrible year of endless and indistinguishable days and nights, cramped in his cell, believing every hour might be his last.

andrei had left as a man who had began to learn tenderness, and who hadpromised his quick return —- promised that he would not change. that this post was a temporary one, necessary to pushing the tyrant back to his own country. and now he was back, come to see her for the first time in that whole year. and he knew, terribly and too well, that those promises had not been kept. and because of it, because of this fate over which he’d had minimal control, he could not help but think that she would hate him —- if she recognized him at all, that was. she would smile falsely, perhaps, and request that he leave. that was how it played in mind. and those memories he’d held of her in his agonized delirium, of he voice and her touch, would truly be all there was left of them.

he did not only fear it ; he expected it, and prepared himself for it. there was nothing andrei feared as he feared loss. and this loss —- this seemedinevitable.

at the door, a servant greeted him, and without more than the most functionalwords, he was brought to the quaint ante-room. perhaps a warning should have been sent, he thought —- a letter to soften their reunion, to preparethem both for … for whatever could happen in this. yet in his frightened eagerness, he had not through to do it, and so with his hands pressed together nervously, he sat and waited. and waited. and waited. and then there were footsteps, coming toward the room, and he rose. when she came in —- when he saw that half-remembered face with which he had once been so familiar, all that he might have said fled him.

“ i’m sorry —- ” was all he could manage, as the sudden desire to flee overcame him and as his emotions tore rabidly at his heart. what was he doing here? what was he doing here? he should have taken his failure to his grave. he should not have come back.

She had had waited. Anxious, but willing, if only because she had no other choice. Izolda spent the first portion of it as best she could, writing letters, going about town, reading. She even tried to take up a new language, but the weeks turned into months, and, all too soon, he was back in her life. Without so much as a pretense of concern for her, he was there every single day, eating the food in her kitchens, drowning her favorite rooms in his own cologne, forcing himself into her every waking and sleeping moment to remind her who owned her.

She’d been shattered, given a new scar across her throat where he’d tried to strangle her with a piano cord, and a hunch from the countless whippings and beatings. It was a miracle she had all her teeth still. It was a miracle she was alive. But she had forgotten, she had grown too happy in his absence, and he had to remind her who was in charge. forced himself onto her in the very bed she’d slept in. The library wasn’t even safe for her any more, reeking of the man who would kill her if he didn’t want to use her again.

She’d grown pregnant and lost the child again, just three weeks ago. Eating became a chore. Her hair was thin and unkempt. And her eyes, which had glittered with joy, were sunken, dull, with heavy dark circles underneath to match the bruises coloring her scarred cheek. The months turned into a year, and Izolda – and Ruby remembered the world never let you keep such happiness for long.

She was in the servant’s quarters, when the news reached her. Ruby didn’t know how to react. She hated him, for a moment, for leaving her alone long enough for this to happen, but it dulled soon enough. It hadn’t been his choice to leave in the first place, and he wasn’t one to make a promise he didn’t intend to keep. It wasn’t his fault, and she was too tired to blame him.

She wanted him to hold her. She wanted him to take her somewhere far away. She wanted to see Jane one last time before throwing herself into the sea.

hm, the best i could offer is to make sure you write it in detail but not too much detail that will just make the readers skim through it. i’d also try not to copy the scene from the anime/manga word from word. that’s also something that can make the reader lose interest.

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

That’s not really something I can answer for you, as I don’t really know much about what you have planned, who your characters are, or what your plot is. Your writing style also takes part in how you do certain things, so I think this is something you should figure out on your own.

And yes, it is possible (Eren being our prime example), but not recommended due to Eren. Reusing already canon ideas and plot points for your characters is pretty Sueish and unoriginal. Not to mention gaining the ability to become a shifter isn’t as easy as you probably think.

Eren became a shifter, because Grisha injected him with a serum that would turn him into a titan. You become a shifter by consuming another shifter. In this case, that was Grisha, as Eren ate him right after gaining his titan form.

I don’t really have any advice, other than just go for it. Uh, but I would say, that if you want it to be more original than anything, then don’t focus too much on retelling the canon events word-from-word. That’d be boring to the readers.

I’d recommend keeping it centered around your OC(s), and always remember that this story is about them. You don’t have to go and retell us the background of all the canon characters, because again, that would be pointless and boring.

To add on to the original aspect, it would be a good idea to come up with some new events that hadn’t happened in the manga/anime. It doesn’t have to be anything  big, but it would be nice to have a separate story line to follow instead of the canon one (especially if you’re going for something original).