If I had chosen another path, would things have turned out differently

[stopfen]

Who: Mikasa Ackerman and anyone and everyone
When: ∞
Where: Mainly Aefenglom but around other places
What: A permanent log for monthly catch-alls and closed prompts
Warnings: Will be added in the summaries as needed




((This is a permanent post for my things, to keep it more organized. If you want to plot something that's not in one of the open posts just PM me or poke me on plurk kittylyoko

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[usurpers]

[ well. now was a good a time as any, right? it just had to be the mistletoe to prompt it instead of himself, right? mind that most people can leave this with just a pat on the shoulder, as long as there was intention in it. whatever he did was still a choice. eren pressed his lips together and raked his teeth over them as he smoothed his nerves down, scales a hardy cherry-orange now and whipping his tail at the foolhardy passerby. when he swallowed, it was tight and dry, ]

Hey.

[ but he still says it to get her attention. ]

[stopfen]

[He did get her attention, the fae slowly turning her head back to him. Blinking as she got a good view of those scales on his cheeks. Frowning slightly. Why was he blushing at her walking straight into him? They hadn't really spoken since the party. When they'd... yeah. Was that why he was...the same as she was.]

...Hey. [Well then, good start. She's even ignoring the whistler, who was sniggering and running away at the dragon's tail lash. Not expecting it to be long till the two were free and they could be chased.

Her lips thinned, tongue poking out after a moment to lick them.] I can't move. [Just you know, getting that out there.]

[usurpers]

[ hrmgrg, she can’t move! yes, she can’t. eren had considered, like, some talking, maybe, since their last run in since— he’s been busy, the cuff on his ankle hidden from sights beneath all the layers of his ponchos. inhaling sharply and getting straight to the point (not without a stare down at how she wet her lips and made them shine some—), eren slips his own tongue across his lips before quickly dipping his head down to press a firm one to her cheek.

only as he rose back in an awkward lift that it caught up to him that, he did that. now it’s quiet, like everything has stopped working in his head and around them and— his voice even cracks a second as he breaks what felt like silence, or time coming to a standstill when it was really, simply, maybe just the flutters. an ugly case of them. ]

Now you can.

[ except he’s just standing there and— all of his scales are purple. ]

[stopfen]

[She couldn't, still frozen to the spot, staring up at him. Even if the cuff had been visible she wouldn't have seen. She'd have to have looked down to notice it. But she couldn't move.

...Well she could. A hand rising to pat at her cheek. Just prodding at it like she'd be able to feel where he'd pressed against it.

Huh? ... You? Uh... [You what, what was she trying to say to that. What could she say? Nothing apparently, only splutters. She needed a moment to blurt-] why?

[Why he do this, more than once? Just all of a sudden?]

[usurpers]

[ why. she asks . . . why. though eren couldn’t exactly retort with something huffy when he very blindly has asked why as well. just didn’t make sense. you know? they’re in the way of the door, as a passerby mutters trying to shoulder and squeeze his way through. how many times has he just kept dodging because it either felt obvious and he didn’t need to say it, or somehow alien and frightening?

eren inhales. holds it in. he was not good at this. he was never good at this. he needed other people’s memories to understand more apparent romantic cues that weren’t at all apparent to him. what does he say, the obvious? just— boom? ]

—I like you.

[ was that obvious enough? eren was never one to pretty his words, so . . . he starts to frown, his cheeks start to burn, and quietly, he ducks his head to move himself into the store. ]

[stopfen]

[She stood there, gaping. What? That... That didn't explain. Not really. She'd liked him for years and hadn't tried that. Only once, and she'd failed. Yet here was Eren, able to do it multiple times.

Then he's just... Going back instead? Hadn't he just been leaving and she'd been on her way in. For a moment she just stood there, if it hadn't been for the massive dragon in the doorway, the fae might have been hit in the face by it swinging shut. Another second passed and then there was a clatter, the fae's clumsy limbs giving a stamp as she jolted. Pursuing the dragon into the building. ]

-that doesn't explain why you--why you! [a little more spluttering. Then she gave up, wings and secondary limbs splayed out as she pressed forward. Raising her hands to give him a small shove. And another, not even enough to move the dragon, just... Bullying? Bothering? What a sight they made. ]

[usurpers]

[ that didn’t explain it！ that didn’t explain it, she says. it was an answer that undoubtedly brought a heatwave to his face and chest, so nervous and agitated that he moves into the complete opposite direction. outside, right, he was going outside, which somehow made his u-turn all the more embarrassed.

the shove actually does something, moves eren some paces back, but he for the most part, doesn’t do a thing else. the color to his scales are catching fire, he frowns heavily and pressed a hand to his temple as he finally shoulders his way, forcefully or otherwise, to leave. they could’ve had tea together, maybe that’s what he thought— stupidly. he can’t believe he said that and it still wasn’t enough— would he have to spell it out on paper? maybe he should stop trying in the first place if she couldn’t wrap her head around it. ]

Right.

[ it frustrates him; he can’t even look at her as he leaves. ]

[stopfen]

[Even with him leaving she couldn't manage anything more than small splutters. Flustered brain struggling to catch up to form words. Let alone manage to run.

There's a pause as she looked at the cafe. No one looking at her? Good, she'd had enough of being stared at. When she'd been stuck on the doorstep with him. Still none the wiser to why she'd been stuck. Or what had prompted the sudden kiss. Was he just that forward? That still didn't explain why she couldn't move.]