[ when has eren jaeger ever felt calm before? it has happened, actually! but this— this seems like a different level of calm. a forced calm. and something about being influenced and forced does not fair well with the dragon’s pride. coupled with a free spirit, when eren equally sits back and rises to stand— he doesn’t look the least bit happy.
it’s sluggish, and his mind is muddled, but scales that izuku had seen growing in are slowly beginning to saturate in color: a purple-blue sheen to the patches of black, and brilliant reds and golds where they freckle. calm, the spell says, and no says eren every step of the way to fight with it. he tastes blood in his mouth that isn’t his, and rubs the back of a scaly hand against the corners of his mouth to clean them. that and his own blood, trickling down from superficial lacerations.
what the hell, indeed, even though eren would be quick to thank him once he’s truly clearheaded. ]
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it’s sluggish, and his mind is muddled, but scales that izuku had seen growing in are slowly beginning to saturate in color: a purple-blue sheen to the patches of black, and brilliant reds and golds where they freckle. calm, the spell says, and no says eren every step of the way to fight with it. he tastes blood in his mouth that isn’t his, and rubs the back of a scaly hand against the corners of his mouth to clean them. that and his own blood, trickling down from superficial lacerations.
what the hell, indeed, even though eren would be quick to thank him once he’s truly clearheaded. ]