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Who: eren jaeger + you! (also some closed prompts)
When: august
Where: clothing stores mostly but u can tell me where
What: eren needs new clothes for new armwings, and a good eye for cloaks or ponchos (that’s you 👀). closed quest prompts and others— if you’re interested in a quest or something else i’ll be glad to start it off!! just hmu to plan out what (![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
liberos or owlie#3609)!
Warnings: n/a will add as needed
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[ eren can be found outside of clothing stores, stalls, any of them, all of them, dispatching employees to choose pieces at his own discretion— because he has no clothes.
mostly no clothes! he only dawns with him pants and his new tailored shoes (but only because it rains). any fabric from the waist up is nonexistent, leaving a chizzled back, abdomen and chest spread with black and scarlet scales to freedom. regular shirts have become an imprisonment to the titian membranes that anchor along his ribcage, webbing across the elongations of his elbow and forearm and forming limbs that aren’t dissimilar to a bat’s. it doesn’t restrict much movement, just takes up more space, and requires some getting used to beyond growing pains and stretch sensations where there shouldn’t be.
he’s gotten some suggestions from a young, enthusiastic fashionista that’s attempting to fit some of her homemade pieces onto him every so often. she’s like, thirteen, though. and seems way too excited that someone has (quietly) agreed to model her wild ideas. she’s aware they’re crazy! but that’s the beauty of it! she proclaims. it made her day. she almost cried.
hence eren’s (quiet) compliance. it’s a goddamn kid living her dream and he doesn’t want to be the one to shatter that in her.
you’ll see eren removing the garments and setting them brusquely on top of a mannequin, before coming to you with saturated scales— a telling sign that he’s feeling a pique in his emotions. laces intricately weave onto his horns and how his growing hair is braided into a loose bun . . . it is and isn’t a look for him all at the same time. ]
I just need a cloak.
[ free him. ]
When: august
Where: clothing stores mostly but u can tell me where
What: eren needs new clothes for new armwings, and a good eye for cloaks or ponchos (that’s you 👀). closed quest prompts and others— if you’re interested in a quest or something else i’ll be glad to start it off!! just hmu to plan out what (
Warnings: n/a will add as needed
ＹＯＵ ＬＯＯＫ ＬＩＫＥ ＡＮ ＡＮＧＲＹ ＬＩＺＡＲＤ
[ eren can be found outside of clothing stores, stalls, any of them, all of them, dispatching employees to choose pieces at his own discretion— because he has no clothes.
mostly no clothes! he only dawns with him pants and his new tailored shoes (but only because it rains). any fabric from the waist up is nonexistent, leaving a chizzled back, abdomen and chest spread with black and scarlet scales to freedom. regular shirts have become an imprisonment to the titian membranes that anchor along his ribcage, webbing across the elongations of his elbow and forearm and forming limbs that aren’t dissimilar to a bat’s. it doesn’t restrict much movement, just takes up more space, and requires some getting used to beyond growing pains and stretch sensations where there shouldn’t be.
he’s gotten some suggestions from a young, enthusiastic fashionista that’s attempting to fit some of her homemade pieces onto him every so often. she’s like, thirteen, though. and seems way too excited that someone has (quietly) agreed to model her wild ideas. she’s aware they’re crazy! but that’s the beauty of it! she proclaims. it made her day. she almost cried.
hence eren’s (quiet) compliance. it’s a goddamn kid living her dream and he doesn’t want to be the one to shatter that in her.
you’ll see eren removing the garments and setting them brusquely on top of a mannequin, before coming to you with saturated scales— a telling sign that he’s feeling a pique in his emotions. laces intricately weave onto his horns and how his growing hair is braided into a loose bun . . . it is and isn’t a look for him all at the same time. ]
I just need a cloak.
[ free him. ]
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We're not just human anymore. [ and that. was a truth he has accepted. if he didn't, he'd still be rejecting some sort of dragon part of him that did have different needs compared to the human side. ] We need to be aware of that if we want to balance things out.
[ . . .]
Do you remember what you were thinking, back then?
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[He starts with some sort of rebuttal on his lips but he finds his throat dry. He stops and clenches his teeth in his jaw. The horns, the tail, the claws, the damn wings and he still wants to believe he's completely human under it all.
Acceptance. He's not quite there yet.]
I remember thinking like I needed to prove something to you. Feeling pissed, but like I was out of my skin for it.
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And I wanted to hold the space I was using. [ a little more irritable too, but. ] I’m not saying we should give up because this can happen again— we should just know how we work to avoid it repeating.
. . . Bonds help.
[ eyes on zack, do you have a bond ]
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I'm ... getting there?
[Ever try to bond with a guy who has a 'not interested' motto and attitude? Yeah.]
Elliot helped me for a bit. Was only a temporary bond. It's just hard to accept the rest of it. Wanting to put you in your place and when I did it was like this rush of adrenaline and ...
[He looks at his hand and flexes his claws.] I'm not used to this.
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[ and, he’ll be honest! after a pause and browsing through some fabrics: ]
This isn’t the first time I’ve heard the label “monster”. [ but he says it, well. naturally. he shakes his head for a moment, as if remembering something stupid. ] And I just thought I was special, even if I turned into something I hated when I was younger. Didn’t have time to think about the rest.
My focus is a different one, though. That’s what makes me get by.
[ he seems to have chosen a black coat, no sleeves and a blue-grey knit pattern. he wonders if it’s itchy as he pulls it off the racks and tries it on. ]
I can imagine the people who don’t, though. [ an understanding glance goes to zack. ] It isn’t anything easy.
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Tell me about it. It isn't easy. Especially seeing everyone else adjusting so well to everything while I just stand a step back and watch while everything makes my head hurt.
[He's kind of envious of Eren in a way, that he's taking it all with a grain of salt and moving on.]
Where I'm from... Monsters are things to be killed. Which I mean, is pretty typical. But people were forced into turning into things they didn't want to be. No one asked to be changed or experimented on.
[He... didn't ask to be experimented on. For years.]
Guess I'm feeling a little forced, still.
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he wasn't, and that hurt. ]
Do you see anything beyond that?
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If it's like you said, if we're stuck here for however long... I guess the future is going to be what we make of it. Yeah.
[Beyond being a monster? He still wants to hold onto his humanity. But if that line is going to get blurred no matter what choices he makes... He supposes he should just go along with it.]
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That’s what makes me keep going.
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Because he doesn't really get to go home after whatever is going to happen to him in this world.]
I think my 'up ahead' is still only going to be ... this place.
[He can't go home. He's dead there.]
All the more reason to get over myself, right? Sorry, Eren. I guess I got ahead of myself. I still wanted to say something, though.
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. . . It's fine. [ it's a direct way to look at it, at least. ] You can't go back, can you?
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Nope.
[He gives an easy shrug.]
No real rush to find out what's at the end of all this.