[ it was the last and only words that stuck with him like a bane he’d have to carry for the rest of his life— and the reason why he’s come to walk alone when things needed effort. eren dips his head where his hood would veil his eyes, indeed wet and seconds away from rolling down his cheeks like a bead, had it not been for the fabric that touched them. his sleeve has momentary resistance of fingers nabbing for his to stay still, and eren smacks the hand away with his talons hidden: a swing of a half fist that snaps away from the hold that reaches for him. he doesn’t say anything beyond that, and shoulders himself into a wedge of a few people. the more it rains the more townsfolk begin to scatter for shelter, witches put up umbrella spells, and the momentary chaos eases his getaway.
jean would find that he’s fast and abnormally slippery for a seven foot tall monster, but such was being a bit of a lizard. ]
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jean would find that he’s fast and abnormally slippery for a seven foot tall monster, but such was being a bit of a lizard. ]