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“…Trust you…”

She murmurs the words unconsciously, and her eyes fall to the ground - as if she’s been burnt by the intensity of his gaze.

…Why is it that he’s asking her something like that? It’s such a simple request - one that she should be able to say yes to without a second thought. But…

There’s a look in his eyes that she’s never seen before. No… maybe it’s been there for a long time, now. It’s snuck up on her so slowly that she almost didn’t notice, but - there’s something that’s changed about Eren. It’s difficult to place when that change started happening, and it could be that it’s entirely her imagination. There’s… a kind of melancholy that surrounds him, now; and it makes him feel distant from everyone in a way that he never used to be.

That isn’t so strange, though, is it? Eren has always carried such a heavy burden.

But… there’s something else. It’s something like resolve, or maybe resignation. And now he’s calling her out here so suddenly, in secrecy from everyone… why?

And then she thinks - what’s wrong with me? Wasn’t she the one who had declared herself the enemy of humanity? …Somewhere along the way, Historia thinks, she might’ve given up hope for a better future. Is that why she’s fearful of whatever he’s going to say now?

( she recalls the time when Eren stood up for her when nobody else did - not even herself. When even she had resigned herself to an unfair fate; to that necessary cruelty - believing that it was the only way. she remembers the way that his voice had been firm, unwavering in his belief, and the way that her eyes had filled with tears. she remembers it all. )

It doesn’t matter. None of this matters. …No matter where it might lead them, or how difficult the path might be - she wants to stand by his side.

’ I may be humanity’s enemy.. but i’m your friend, Eren. ’

      Annie wanted her prison bed to be further from the sunlight. She did not want to adjust her infant-like sleep cycles to that of a normal adult following daytime hours, but it seemed as if her body was gradually betraying her (yet again). Not just by beginning to wake up whenever the sun rose, no matter how tired she was, but also by being too weak to move the pitiful prison cot they’d furnished her with.

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“WOLVES SONOFA —oh it’s just you—wait, HUH?”

One hand, no. Both. Two fingers flicks upwards. Translation: Fuck you, Jaeger, like it’s always been. That scene in the mess hall with his mom happened one, maybe two years ago and he’ll never live it down. Can’t believe he’s still curdling at it. Him, the almost sixteen year old boy still tripping over his rival—fucking nemesis actually, he gripes—talk about being the bigger man. Jean’s teeth on a continuous grit and grind through the daily struggles of putting up with Eren’s lame jokes. Not funny, no way. You’re not the captain, loser.

"Ain’t got time for your shit, Eren.” The other boy’s name prickled his tongue. Salty, bitter… tart, perhaps. “Can’t ya’ see a STUD like me s’got other shit to do?” He was assigned to the outpost that evening due to an earlier scuffle involving Connie and the missing potato rations. Wasn’t so bad ( Captain Levi looked just as crinkly and stone faced as usual so the debacle didn’t get on his nervous too much; certainly better than the eight laps Connie was forced to do after chowtime. Ouch ). But staying late nights wide awake near the forest isn’t as pleasant as Sasha makes it out to be. In fact he’d ought to be shittin’ his pants given the howls he heard about eight minutes prior.

       ❛ Yeah, I bet you’d know that on a personal level. ❜