[ kaede will regret having manners in less than two minutes. with a slow bob of his head, eren steps backwards only until where his tail had to curve into the wall behind him. lifting himself up to his hind legs made him even more massive than he was, easily reaching the ceiling and needing his neck to snake lower to fit. all he needed was . . . the intent, and when such things came to mind, the muscle that made him whole began to feel like it slacked. he felt too large for himself, and it felt too hot in this husk.
that was where he knew he could begin; eren’s talons dig into his belly, and subsequently do his jaws. hide shreds and flesh follows in chunks, strips and more. some larger than others, splattering and being thrown onto the floor only to immediately steam as his titan body would have. pieces after piece, muscle after muscle gets forcibly removed from his skeleton, where the dragon occasionally grunts and whines where nerves still connected. a smaller frame appears beneath it all eventually, from boney masks and meaty structures until what remains is his usual height, size and shape— only profusely wet, from his own fluids, of some blood and fae too much heat.
the rest would evaporate, only leaving behind large, heat resistant plates that were adult cousins to the scales that dawn him now. a little weak in the legs, but, ]
Th, [ a breath ] There.
[ and he throws himself, more like a rag doll, into one of the baths. all gross. he should’ve washed himself off too. ]
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that was where he knew he could begin; eren’s talons dig into his belly, and subsequently do his jaws. hide shreds and flesh follows in chunks, strips and more. some larger than others, splattering and being thrown onto the floor only to immediately steam as his titan body would have. pieces after piece, muscle after muscle gets forcibly removed from his skeleton, where the dragon occasionally grunts and whines where nerves still connected. a smaller frame appears beneath it all eventually, from boney masks and meaty structures until what remains is his usual height, size and shape— only profusely wet, from his own fluids, of some blood and fae too much heat.
the rest would evaporate, only leaving behind large, heat resistant plates that were adult cousins to the scales that dawn him now. a little weak in the legs, but, ]
Th, [ a breath ] There.
[ and he throws himself, more like a rag doll, into one of the baths. all gross. he should’ve washed himself off too. ]