[Open] Let's count the seasons

[stopfen]

Who: Mikasa and ??? (Open + closed prompts)
When: Thoughout September
Where: The Haven hospital, Aefenglom
What: Recovering from the Nuckelavee injuries and quests. (an apple a day and under new managment)
Warnings: Will be added as needed. Some talk of injuries and probably AoT spoilers.

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[usurpers]

Not anymore.

[ hesitating, eren eventually lifts himself as mikasa does, his wing (arm) still where it was until it wasn’t acting as a crutch for with of them. ]

My scales can’t stand them if they aren’t protected.

[ which serves the purpose of his tattoos, holding a dull, teal glow where the shadows of bone should be, now inked on him from top to bottom. ]

[stopfen]

[She...hadn't actually been this close to him. Not for a long time. It was only now that she'd been close enough to see his tattoos. She'd heard of them, debated getting one. But the chitin that covered most of her skin including her familieral tattoo nixed that idea. So she'd gone with earings... Still waiting for that appointment.

Still his comment gets her frowing because...]

What do you drink then? [It wasn't like iron. One didn't need iron to live, but everything needed water.]

[usurpers]

[ funny enough, he drank water just fine. the minimal necessity, but he often didn’t feel too thirsty or enclosed to drink as much as he used to. he could answer that normally, or, he can’t. the closeness, it gets him to his full height and dipping his head down to look at her. he hesitated . . . so much. he felt like such an awkward stranger around her despite living with her for so long.

he wonders if that’s even repairable, but it’s really up to him still, isn’t it? mikasa was here already. ]

Alcohol.

[ it’s delivered with seriousness, but it’s overall meaning is definitely dry humored. hell yes for drinking his troubles away. there he stands, next to her, and peering into her eyes. ]

[stopfen]

[He hesitated to answer. She...doesn't hesitate to respond. She was just very slow to respond. Pushing against him a little as she righted herself a bit more. Still on the same level as the dragon, even with him crouched.

Her black eyes meeting his.

Then she shoves as hard as she can. It might move him, even if it's a little. Her wings fluttering to keep her from going backwards at her own shove. It might be familiar to something that happened all those moons ago, a small fae trying to shift a larger dragon. Though their forms were different this time.]

[usurpers]

[ he literally saw that coming, but. the shove might as well always make squeaky noises when it hits him. he waves like a tree receiving a cool breeze . . . ]

I wasn’t joking. [ not that much . . . anyway. more serious now. ] I can drink, but I don’t drink much water.

[ he only actually just bothers with the booze. ]

[stopfen]

[The swaying gets a small hiss, so little... She reared back as much as she could. Then goes in for another shove, nearly falling and having to lean on him when he bum leg went on her.]

You shouldn't. [She'd drank a few things here. Probably more than she ever had back home. What with the varity, the opertuinies to drink. But she'd still not gotten into it. Not like some of the others had.

...Not that she needed booze to get drunk. She'd gotten drunk on hot chocolate before.] It's not a good thing. [And with that, she starts the awkward shuffle. Shifting so that she'd upright again. Neck craning to look for her crutches.

Ah, there they are. Her wings gave a small flicker, moving her closer to them and away from the dragon.]

[usurpers]

[ was she





nagging?

in all seriousness, though— she was. looking out for him. it makes eren fall ever quiet as his gaze stayed on her, lasted on her as she left for her crutches in a slight waddle.

in a moment, his arm outstretches, his hand holds her shoulder to keep her in place. if they exchange looks, the fae would see that he is . . . looking at her, surely, with something soft and nostalgic in his eyes that equally shared in the taste of longing sadness.

he steps ahead of her, large steps, and retrieves the crutches for her. he didn't even have the gall in him to snap back with something curt and biting about what's good for him or not. so many things he did partake in weren't good things— ]

Trying to drink less.

[ since that last episode he had of really fucking up. that was probably a better truth to hear. ]

[stopfen]

[It's the most awkward waddle. Her wings slightly flitting so she could kind of hop along on one leg. Then she's steadied by a winged arm. Her own spiny stump of a second arm raising to bash him weakly. Or grab, it wasn't as though those new arms had anything to grab with.

But then he's overtaking her. Giving her the wooden supports. He'd get a small nod of thanks as she righted herself. Glancing at him again once she was stable.]

Are you? [Maybe once she would have been more firm with it. But...this place. There was so much here. Hadn't she brought Jean wine as a gift? Then there was the matter of her being a fae. One that got drunk without alcohol. She couldn't chastise him too much.

She could a little though.] ...It's better to keep a clear head. Isn't it?

[usurpers]

[ better is on way to look at it. eren can't entirely agree too much sometimes, but that was just weakness talking from time to time. he'd rather get out of here instead, take the apple's he's already gathered, and be on his way. farther ahead, they'd likely separate, or even now. it'd depend on how much and where mikasa was going to walk. ]

It should be.

[stopfen]

...Should be. [Dryly. Eren, Eren what does that even mean? That it was better to live through life in a drunken haze, not seeing nor truly remembering what happened.

She hadn't been in the best mood to begin with. The injuries, the illusions. The bullying him about his habits had been a short moment of silliness but, it wasn't something to laugh or joke about. Not if it was as bad as he was making it sound.

But he's quicker at moving than she was and she had work to do. So there's that irritated chitter, the same as they'd heard deep in the forests back in that first dream. That unnatural sound that cuts off with a huff. She didn't have time if he was going to just ignore it. Her income had already taken a hit with how limited she was and the time she hadn't been working.

So it was time to get back to work and collect as much as she could.]