[ she did well at describing that one— it’s not bad, or else i’d know what to do with it. it was easy, throw it out, break it apart. although, eren wasn’t the right person to correlate either of those, when with those he’d claim to care for he’d abandon. it didn’t matter if the reason or intention was just. when kaede reveals trust, a small knife-like point twists into eren’s gut. he doesn’t think he should be trusted in the slightest, and neither did kaede think otherwise about herself at times. eren has to always remind himself and even a bit more: you are not home. different circumstances surround them all. it was duress to follow that here in such a quick instant.
now was not the time to reject her thoughts, or her opinions. in fact, eren hardly knew what to do with them, either. the dragon blinks constantly in third eyelid swipes, the confusion in his eyes growing just above scales that slowly change color: rather than a passionate sunset, they’ve lightened to a pastel dusk.
what “other thing”? it couldn’t be what he was thinking. he discards it, but still it lingers behind his own ears like a haunting ghost trying to spook him. ]
Isn’t that what friends are?
[ the chimera might be able to tell, though, despite eren’s voice being serene and soft— a certain sort of doubt lines his words. ]
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now was not the time to reject her thoughts, or her opinions. in fact, eren hardly knew what to do with them, either. the dragon blinks constantly in third eyelid swipes, the confusion in his eyes growing just above scales that slowly change color: rather than a passionate sunset, they’ve lightened to a pastel dusk.
what “other thing”? it couldn’t be what he was thinking. he discards it, but still it lingers behind his own ears like a haunting ghost trying to spook him. ]
Isn’t that what friends are?
[ the chimera might be able to tell, though, despite eren’s voice being serene and soft— a certain sort of doubt lines his words. ]