☆ Event Log: Snatched, Part Two

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Event Log: January, Snatched - Part Two

I. A Great Escape (20th, Evening) It's been a miserable six days for the Mirrorbound and refugees kept locked away in a basement cell block, subject to all kinds of torment and experimentation. They're a resilient sort, though, and their efforts to organize and bolster each other are not in vain. As the time passes with no sign of the City Guard drawing close to their operations, the Rathmore family grows overconfident, and characters can hear them talking to each other about another mass-kidnapping in the works. The best opening comes late on the night of the 20th. A few of the family's numbers are out - notably, Thomas Rathmore, his wife, and his mother are attending an emergency meeting of Parliament, and Constance is making an appearance at the Coven. This leaves the more inexperienced cousins in charge, the lesser known Rathmores with no particular skill outside of cruelty. Changing of the guard begins as usual, a handful of Rathmores delivering some sparse rations and taking their time to choose a few prisoners to remove from their cells, but this time, the Mirrorbound bite back. Thanks to the collaborative efforts of Daenerys and Asura, along with the prisoners preparing an organized revolt, a fire started in the torture room provides chaos and cover - and one dead Rathmore cousin, whose body gives up some of the keys to a handful cells. Time to play the cards you've held close to your chest over days of torture, your held-back spells, your tricks, your items that weren't confiscated. A mass escape isn't likely, with so many people still present in the building and so many of the captives injured and tired, but with enough of a distraction in the form of a prison riot, which may be enough to overpower the three Rathmores initially left in the cell block, a handful of scrappy Mirrorbound may make it out to safety before reinforcements arrive. a. The Escape Attempt There is one door out of the cell block, the main, heavy, warded door that the Rathmores enter and exit from every few hours. It's locked down tight - but it's possible to power through it, pick the lock, or charm it open. On the other side of the door, in the greater basement area, they'll find themselves free of the Bond dampening. Witch magic make take some time to return, depending on whether they were drugged or only charmed, but it'll be important to move quickly. The Rathmores' basement area is large - the size of the mansion above and the grounds put together, and they'll find themselves on the lower of two levels. The cellblock turns out to be a room within an even bigger room, with the stairs at the opposite end. The dangers are numerous: magical and mechanical traps set in areas marked off-limits, illusions intended to confuse and turn people around. There is only one completely safe path from the cellblock door to the stairs, unless they take the time to disarm the traps and illusions with their returning magic and abilities. That safe path is faster but more exposed, with two or three Rathmores in pursuit, and also the other people that could occasionally be heard outside the door - young aristocrats in on the kidnapping, who thought the Mirrorbound would be sent home. They're just as surprised to see you as you are them. In fact, it's not difficult to overpower these non-Rathmore kidnappers; they're obviously shocked to see Mirrorbound still here, in such states, and some are quite angry, or scared to learn what they've inadvertently gotten themselves into. A good handful flee instead of fight, but some others follow through on the shouted orders to go after you. Use the chaos your appearance causes to your advantage. Once escapees reach the upper basement level, up the stairs and through a hidden door, a few more traps remain, but up here, it looks more like a normal basement; servants' quarters, empty for some time now, storage rooms full of antiques, and winding hallways connecting them. It's easier to hide in this dusty maze to escape any pursuers, and eventually, they find the servants' exit out onto the back grounds. From there, freedom is just a run and a decorative, wrought-iron fence away. b. The Chaos Back in the cells, everything descends into chaos. The Rathmores are furious; while two or three of the cousins go after the escapees, the rest begin to gather down in the cell block, put out the fire, and the interrogations begin. They don't bother taking prisoners out to torment them now - they can't, with their torture room charred and smokey. Their main focus is forcing prisoners back in, and locking everything down with magic and heavy chains, to ensure no one else gets out. They grow more vicious now, and they begin speaking directly to the captives - they want to know which ones got free, how they managed it, who helped them, where they're going, who they're going to tell. Those who refuse to talk will be gagged or muzzled or simply beaten without finesse, and they'll move on to the next captive. Preying on the Mirrorbound's camaraderie with each other is the tactic they quickly turn to, hurting one to try and make another talk. The talk outside the main door grows louder in these few hours, angrier. Occasionally one of the Rathmore cousins will go out to spin some lies, or simply shout down any protesting. Some of the enchantments were damaged in the riot, though - they can hear you, just as well as you can hear them, muffled but still mostly clear. The more they hear from within, the more the confusion outside grows; all the better for the escaped Mirrorbound. ..."What's going on? Those were Mirrorbound that got out-" "We thought you were sending them home!" "You told us there was no risk, that this would make them leave-" "You don't need to worry about that! Go back upstairs!" "Someone needs to get a message to our Uncle Thomas immediately-"... They're all panicking as their grand plans, flimsy as they may have been, start to crumble around them. It's just a matter of time, now. The OOC post for the escape plotting is here if anyone needs to refer back to it! Eight characters will be escaping first thanks to a joint effort. The rescue will be underway within two hours of their escape, but those two hours are likely to be unpleasant for characters who remain in captivity. Any NPC maimings or proposed deaths need to be reported on the City Tracker; please note that mass murder / killing NPCs will still have consequences and needs mod approval first, but we're happy to work with players however we can.

II. The Cavalry (21st, Very Early Morning) The City Guard is closer than the Rathmores think. Thanks to Mirrorbound investigative help, not always strictly legal but still appreciated nonetheless, they've all followed the clues back and determined a possible address. By the evening of the 20th, several members of the Guard and Witches from the Coven, along with any Mirrorbound who followed the trail, are camped out at a manse nearby, the home of a wealthy widow eager to see her nasty neighbors knocked down a peg. Without solid evidence, the Guard can't get a warrant cleared to search the property owned by a Mr. Barclay, assistant to Thomas Rathmore, but solid evidence comes as soon as eight Mirrorbound manage to fight their way out of captivity, returning to friends and Bonded. They are the last piece of the puzzle, and now legal action can be taken. Theodore Rosethorne, leading a small group from the Coven, sends out a magical message to just the Mirrorbound - they've been found. Anyone who wishes to help bring their missing fellows home, anyone who can help with much-needed healing, or anyone who wishes to bring their captors to justice needs to show up now, because time is of the essence. The Guard can't mobilize more men quickly enough in the middle of the night to be useful and they need all the hands they can get, without a floor plan of the mansion or solid ideas of the captors' numbers. They can barely wait an hour for more hands to arrive before it begins. a. The Rescue Sowilo, Theodore's Bonded Fae and a skilled hand at illusions (and seeing through such), leads the rescue efforts, along with some of Theodore's Witches from the Coven. With information from the escapees, they plan to go through the back, take the servants' exit, and make their way down to the basement levels, while Theodore's assault team will go through the front doors, making as much noise as possible. Sowilo's illusions will keep their presence masked at least until they get into the house. The aim is to get through as quietly as possible, find the cellblock, and secure a safe route to take the prisoners out without them getting hurt any worse than they are. It's easier said than done. Magical and mechanical traps of various types litter both basement floors, and heavy illusion work has been placed to obscure the way. Splitting into smaller groups to disarm the traps and deal with the illusions will be necessary, as the entire group will make its way down to the cellblock as quickly as possible. Sowilo hopes they face little to no resistance, with Theodore's group doing their job, but a few, Rathmores and otherwise, are bound to try and stop them; in that case, they will have to fight. "Make sure you can argue a case for self-defense, if you have to hurt them," Sowilo will tell the rescuers and later the freed prisoners on the way out, wings fluttering agitatedly. "Let them be arrested and publicly humiliated in court - ruin their whole family line for generations to come." He's not happy about it either, and will overlook some of the captors getting a taste of what they deserve, but deaths are not permitted on his or the Witches' watch: anyone who takes things too far will find that the person they're attacking has simply vanished - a convincing illusion - before they're handily knocked out with a spell. They face less resistance than the assault team, but less is not none; a few of the Rathmores are determined to salvage their efforts, and some of their unwitting aristocratic cronies have sided with them. Once they reach the cellblock, dismantling the enchantments that keep the prisoners restrained and addled is the first order of business for some. Others can start unlocking cells and helping people out of their restraints. Protection for the escapees on their way out will also be necessary, as well as medical attention back at the temporary base camp. The main focus has to be on those lost friends and loved ones, bringing them back out to freedom and making sure they're tended to - not on revenge. b. The Assault Theodore Rosethorne, along with some members of the City Guard and some Witches from the Coven, leads the assault. While the rescue team goes around the back, they plan to go through the front door, as loudly and conspicuously as possible. The mansion is large and needs to be swept from top to bottom for perpetrators and evidence that can be used in court. Those joining up with this team are warned that it needs to remain legal - the Mirrorbound and the refugees, all of them, have a very shaky, uncertain legal status within the city, and a mass murder could severely harm what good will they have from the locals as well as their status here. After all, many are still neutral to positive on the Mirrorbound, but that could change in an instant. The Coven will take as much responsibility as they can, but they cannot accept the blame for a senseless slaughter. Splitting into smaller groups will be necessary in order to cover more ground quickly. The aim is to locate, subdue, and arrest as many of the culprits inside as they can. The Guard provides magic-suppressing cuffs, and the Coven a basic knock-out spell, but since many will not go so willingly, some degree of force may be unavoidable. If there's one thing the rich fear, it's a legal black mark on their family name and reputation - the Rathmores will fight back harder than their underlings, but they're also the ones they need alive to face the justice system. Those outside the family, those who only knew about the kidnapping portion, are a mixed bag - some might fight back, siding with the Rathmores, but some might give themselves up once the realization of what happened in that basement sinks in. Once they make their entrance, things move quickly. Several wealthy aristocrats either flee or fight, but their attention is thankfully pulled away from the basement and toward the upper levels. There are dozens of rooms to search, and many are cluttered with an old hoarding family's antiques, furniture piled against doors and windows blocking access to some areas, hundreds of nooks and crannies among the sheer amount of stuff provide cover for culprits to hide in. It's going to be work to ferret them all out and bring them in. Worse still, the Rathmores have collected dozens of cursed or enchanted objects that may be used as weapons against the forces of justice. Some degree of force is expected, but still if anyone tries to take things too far, they might find themselves slapped into cuffs or knocked out with a spell themselves. Any NPC maimings or proposed deaths need to be reported on the City Tracker; please note that mass murder / killing NPCs will still have consequences and needs mod approval first, but we're happy to work with players however we can.

III. The After (21st On) Activity continues all through the night and late into the morning at the former Rathmore estate. All the Rathmores and a couple dozen other wealthy aristocrats are brought out in cuffs over the course of several hours, while all the prisoners are liberated to receive medical attention and reunite with their loved ones. The Guard take statements from everyone who will give one - what they witnessed, what happened to them, what they know - and all who were affected are told they will be invited to testify at trial. A gathering crowd forms at the end of the street, wealthy neighbors aghast at the horrors they're learning had occurred right in their District. Most are disgusted with the once-prominent family. On the steps of the Parliament building, Thomas Rathmore, his wife, and his mother, all sitting members of Parliament themselves, are publicly arrested in front of colleagues and on-lookers early in the morning. Constance Rathmore is taken out of the Coven roughly in magic-suppressing cuffs, surrounded by a small group of furious Witches, students of the Coven who spent the week trying to find the missing Mirrorbound and refugees with Divination. They escort her to the prison themselves. All who are arrested are transported to holding cells of their own within the City Guard - all except those requiring urgent medical attention, who will remain cuffed to their hospital beds until trial. Nessie and Mhairi make an appearance at one point to give the Mirrorbound their sincerest apologies for what happened, and Mhairi delivers the news that they're pushing for an expedited trial in Parliament, in order to keep Thomas Rathmore from bribing any contacts. They, along with Theodore and Sowilo, and the Guard, are all open and forthright with what will happen next: public trial and a certain conviction, followed by sentencing. They don't expect that the Rathmores will get away lightly; what they did is too public and too horrific for even the anti-Mirrorbound wealthy to stomach. Those others who were involved, who weren't aware of what was going on behind that metal door, they'll still face justice themselves, no doubt. In the meanwhile, those kept hostage will need all the help they can get to reach something resembling normal again. Hug your loved ones, nourish your Bonds with each other, and begin trying to heal together.

Welcome to Part Two of January's event log, Snatched! An aftermath summary of the trial and sentencing will go up on Feb. 4, the day after the City Tracker deadline, so get your submissions in if you have them! More politically-oriented characters may find an opening in the near future to enact change within Parliament and provide their own representation within the city...

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[glitzandglamour]

[ as eren contemplates his question, mettaton further makes himself at home in his company. two things happen. the first thing: he stretches out his legs and props them up with a confidence unlike any other, posing himself in what he envisions to be a picture-perfect display, even though evidence of his torture is plenty on his limbs. sewn and mended together in some places, fur forcibly shaved down in others, and everywhere else has been exposed to iron. blisters, sores, abrasions, rawness... sometimes from their captors, but mostly from being himself. (the metal parts, primarily his thighs, bear deep gouges — somebody has taken a cutter to him, and that's something healing magic can't address.) he acts like they're beautiful, even when he knows they're shocking for different reasons.

the second thing he does is stare at eren's crystal claws, and if his ears had the ability to move any longer (as if they ever did), they would have made his interest all the more evident. if he didn't have a proclivity to glamorous items that speak of luxury before, being a puca certainly doesn't help. he loves them. the way they catch light as he fiddles with paper is all but distracting. his gaze follows.

and when the dragon gives his answer, he smiles. being inspired to keep going by thinking about the future is a lovely answer, in his mind. he lacks the context of "that scenery" eren thinks about, but he feels like he relates. ]

A fantastic answer. Deciding to keep going is an action in itself... An inspiring one, at that. Thinking about your future realized is sound to me.

[ it's just an agreement, so eren's free to pry. he looks at his arm. there is definitely not a missing word in the top-level, but yes, it's falling apart and missing the hand entirely. he tries to lift it; it sparks near his shoulder, exposed wires trying to send signals where there's disconnect. ]

This? More than I'd like.

[ that is to say, all of it. he really shouldn't be lifting it, but he tries to act unaffected. it might be easier to see how tender it feels when he gingerly sets it back at his side, afraid to bump it. ]

I learned a lot about my developing anatomy during this experience. At least that was interesting! I can only liken it to a live autopsy... Performed purely for sick entertainment. ...There are bundles of tubes all over in my body now. Nerves, or vessels. Both, probably. I can't identify them.

ohh mettaton.....👀 💦

[usurpers]

[ he wonders if that’s something mettaton would adapt for himself, considering the liking, or if he was simply curious. it didn’t matter what he did with it of course; eren had wanted to answer truthfully, in the first place. if someone can become inspired from it to live on and do the same, there would be no complaints from eren. he’d be humbly satisfied, if anything. it wouldn’t be the first time, even if he’s come to question motivation in the past.

mm, he grunts. the closer mettaton was, the more he could see all the spots and fissures that looked wrong. organic and inorganic mingle in a way that’s interrupted and hurt, despite the way the puca holds his poise. even if he’s looking at his talons like eren himself would eye a blade. either way—

he offers the folded paper pinched between his digits, and in it reads: TONY STARK. ]

I don’t know if you know him, [ the dragon starts, ] but my Bond has mechanical parts that were broken, and went to see him. Maybe he could help you.

[glitzandglamour]

Hm...?

[ eren, always so clipped in his delivery. that's a trend he's noticed about him. written or verbal, it doesn't matter. there are some humans who comport themselves in this peculiarly straightforward fashion, he's noticed, with actions taking great precedence over words. though mettaton acknowledges the paper with a glance at first, his gaze catches eren's for longer, as though trying to look deeper. it's a type of look he might have given a human if he were still home, not in aefenglom, where he could see the very essence of all living things. ...naturally, it yields nothing here. he wonders how eren's soul manifests.

okay, business. mettaton leans over and reads over the name a few times. so this is about the state of his body, is it? his smile softens. ]

Your Bond does? Interesting. Thank you, Eren-darling. [ mettaton reaches to take the paper. ...definitely not to brush against his fingers, which are really pretty. desire runs high in this monster. ] I didn't think there were many who had mechanical parts like I do... but I've found they hide in plain sight.

[ tony stark, huh? he has alphys, but some of his body has... really changed. he wonders if she can handle it. ]

Is your Bonded also organic, in any respect...? I could use a contact who might be able to handle a... fusion of the two. As you can see.

[usurpers]

[ eren’s soul is dead. although!! he was never one to beat around the bush. eren watches the puca like a hawk as little puca fingers reach for his talons and linger; they both observe each other constantly, and not in a poor-lit way. just a way to understand him a little more.

even if “darling” sounds way too friendly for him. not even his mom called him darling, but— mettaton just is this way. he won’t clip him off again. ]

She’s human— name’s Lex. [ tough as hell, fierce and defiant, with a will to live so strong that eren could god damn marry her under completely different circumstances. ] But her body’s enhanced. Metal bones, wires. I don’t understand it enough to give you details, but maybe she could.

[glitzandglamour]

Metal bones...? Haha. That's a unique combination. I'll have to meet her sometime. This Lex.

[ how did they take the bones out, and...? this is a bit over his head to think about. he'd have to seek out her clarification, but he has a hunch it wasn't easy. humans are really something else, mettaton thinks fondly, and the emotion creeps onto his face. they withstand so much, in body and in soul, that would break a monster. there's so much to admire... and so much to fear. the past week has shown him that, but it won't change his opinion of them. ]

What was the extent of the damage she sustained? [ mtt rotates his body somewhat, bringing attention to his flaccid arm. it sparks, dangles, barely responds to his bidding anymore. ] Disconnected wires? Or broken... bones, as it were?

[usurpers]

[ human’s are the greatest monsters of them all, sweet summer robot. ]

They couldn’t break those. [ the bones, he means, making sure that’s clear with how fast his response comes after broken bones are mentioned. ] But they’re still exposed. [ a part of doesn’t feel like he needs to clarify the risk of infection that had— but lex had been enhanced for survival. it wouldn’t be so easy to set in. ]

. . . There’re wires, though. Just like yours, [ he gestures to the curve of his own cheek, ] out. I felt . . . Vibrations, more than once. Painful ones. [ he doesn’t know how to describe an electric shock; he’s never felt one, and tries again, not quite satisfied with the description. ] Like all muscles contract at the same time.

[glitzandglamour]

[ of course they couldn't break them. bones and metal are likely to be a fearsome combination, unlike the sheets plating his body. that can be dented and damaged; he can't help but glance at his body first, then at eren's when... he suggests that the metal bones are exposed.

his eye widens just thinking about it. bones are pretty deep under all of that tissue, aren't they? he has a bad grasp on human anatomy in the end, but he got to see plenty of horrors during his time with the rathmores. ]

Oh, god. [ he utters after eren says they're exposed, then lets him continue. vibrations, painful and bad enough to cause muscles to contract. could he mean...? ]

She's... Enduring electrical shock, administered by her own broken body? Poor thing. Has she been helped by now, by this person?

[ mtt waves the paper to indicate that he means tony stark. idly, mtt examines his own body, trying to figure out where exposed wiring is in proximity to flesh. could he shock himself? he hadn't thought about it. he suddenly grows more aware of the possibility of touching his leg with the raw wires in his severed hand, and futilely attempts keeping it away. ]

[usurpers]

[ after a pause, eren’s talons ghost the robot’s weakened plates. where the wires poked out. he wonders if it still hurts constantly, or if he was just a bother. ]

They did it to her. [ administered this— shock, as it was. probably in places where it’d shock her most. right in the core. eren nods, at least, after that. ] Went as soon as she could. Maybe you should do the same.

[glitzandglamour]

[ mettaton doesn't flinch from his touch, his eyes following those crystal claws enraptured. he could wince, feels even the contact like a discomfort he's never known, but he stifles it just like he has all week.

"maybe you should do the same." does it look that bad...? his arm is dangling, segments separated, hand missing — when he tries to look at it, two wires make contact and arch. fortunately, it doesn't touch skin, but he feels it and jumps in surprise. torture was a nightmare; recovery will be one, too. ]

... Perhaps. [ GOOD THINKING... ] If not to avoid the same potential fate. I had enough shocks administered to my body to want a decent break, thank you.

[ enough of that! mettaton closes his eye; his exposed optical lens on the right has no eyelid to close with. he realizes: he's tired. his smile is barely there. it's a rare moment of losing his spark, just for a whisper. ]

You said you think about your future to battle your demons. What do you see in it that motivates you so?

[usurpers]

[ haha oh, boy here we go. eren has to apologize for any discomfort he’s caused, and keeps his claws to himself. however— that one question gets a pause to stretch so wide, that eren’s expression softens into melancholy admiration. it takes a minute more for him to get it out: ]

This sight. [ i also apologize for the need to be vague, but since we actually don’t have a canon pinpoint on what this scenery actually is other than something that makes him smile and go to lengths of mass genocide to achieve— ] I can’t explain it, but I’ve seen it. Freedom.

[glitzandglamour]

[ it's ok, it reads like a good mystery and mettaton won't demand him to make it less artsy... speaking of, he tilts his head and gives him a pleasant smile, eye brightening with recognition. he does relate! ]

Freedom. [ and freedom he can't explain, something he's seen somehow, but it's his vision for the future? yes, mettaton really thinks he can relate. ] ...Where I'm from, my people were trapped Underground by humanity. We suffered for a very, very long time down there, yearning to return to once again share the Surface. I would often dream about the morning sunlight, or the starry skies, and I knew I'd see it all someday. Is it anything like that?

[usurpers]

[ a story that burns semblance in his eyes; eren could only react equally, with understanding. it’s always like that, yes, having your freedom stolen for others to have it, and taking their’s so you can have yours. ]

Something like that. [ not quite, but similar. the only difference had been that eren wasn’t relying on just a dream or desire— but of flashes, visions of the true future said desire would play an important roll for him to get to. ] Did you get to see it yet?

[glitzandglamour]

No. Not there, not yet.

[ but he was so close...! the surface was just within his grasp, thanks to the fallen human, somehow. though he can't remember all of the details, the barrier had been destroyed. mettaton shakes his head, then points toward the sky. ]

But I have here, haven't I? It's remarkable... Even if it's different. Not a day goes by where its novelty fades... Ha. That must sound strange, to someone who's seen the sky all his life. [ he's making a fair assumption in thinking eren's had the sky, and he's not expecting him to say otherwise. to try to prove a point, mettaton continues his description, eye bright against all of the damage his body's sustained. ] On cloudy days, sometimes I still see the sun. I didn't expect that! And when it's nighttime... you can still see its glow trailing behind even after the sun's long since set. I still don't know how the moons reflect the sun, the way they do.

[usurpers]

[ it sounds . . . great, but not because of the sky itself. it's the wonder and satisfaction that came with mettaton's description. eren listens, and eventually huffs out— it's a gentle laugh. ]

When I was a kid, I'd look up at the sky because I had nothing to do. Everything was boring— And the only thing I'd see other than walls. [ his smile comes, almost melancholy as his tongue flicks past his teeth. ] Just like what was beyond it, I know what I'd feel if that view was taken from me.

[ but, there's resolve in his eyes, too. ]

We take things for granted without realizing it. [ all of them. they don't even mean to. but the wonder wasn't silly at all. ] Is it what you expected?

[glitzandglamour]

[ the puca shakes his head no, closing his eye. ]

You think you know what the thing you desire is supposed to look like... You see it in pictures and movies. ...And then overcast skies happen, all the time! [ he opens his eye and gives eren a half-roll of it, because the movies don't care to show overcast skies even though they rely on them like nature's softbox. ] If I wanted to see clouds, I'd like a little more definition! Foreboding and heavy with rain, maybe.

But I think we're all drawn to the sky. Even you were, looking to it when you had nothing else. Even when it's an oppressive, flat white, it still impresses me. When I think about what it means to look up and see it instead of the end of a cavern... It's not what I expected. It might be better.

[ always the optimist, always the enthusiast. even when nobody could remember his name, they remembered that about him. ]

[usurpers]

[ he has a different, more grim experience when it comes to that, but he's glad it's not the same for mettaton. dreaming about freedom your whole life only to have it shatter in front of you could turn anyone's world upside down.

rising from his seat, eren doesn't finish doing so with placing a hand on mettaton's shoulder, palm against metallic hardness, and even if he'd feel it or not, the squeeze is there. ]

Don't lose that. And show me how you look when you've fixed yourself.

[glitzandglamour]

[ maybe in another timeline, mettaton could have related in his own way. he'd be dead. ]

You've got it! Not only will I be fixed... but hopefully, I'll be immune to metal! Then I'll look better than ever.

[ he winks at eren from his place still sitting, allowing him to take his leave. oddly enough, he feels the squeeze... it's pressure, no temperature, but there's tissue growth on his shoulder well enough that he feels it. it hurts, if only because everything hurts. but mettaton's willing to put up with pain for sensation. sensation that is also affectionate, well... his smile grows. he looks forward to more of that the most. ]

Thank you again, Eren, sweetheart. Take care of yourself!