[ cruel, but true. at least eren had said so himself, but she had been correct. it’s— the rest. it’s rest that gets eren to blink, to await her gaze patiently (impatiently) upon him, and her thoughts voiced that way like a monstrous cry for the very thing he sought—
eren watches her too closely, with his heart pounding in his ears and his chest much too heated. it was . . . enrapturing, it was ideal. it was too much thought and care in one heart that eren feels it bleed and taint him. it rubs him wrong as it does righteously. he manages, softly in return and with less sadness: ]
We just did.
[ and hopes she could see it, but he hopes she doesn’t realize how fiery red his scales have become. ]
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eren watches her too closely, with his heart pounding in his ears and his chest much too heated. it was . . . enrapturing, it was ideal. it was too much thought and care in one heart that eren feels it bleed and taint him. it rubs him wrong as it does righteously. he manages, softly in return and with less sadness: ]
We just did.
[ and hopes she could see it, but he hopes she doesn’t realize how fiery red his scales have become. ]