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[usurpers]

Who: eren + people
When: february
Where: aefenglom, dorchacht, respective wildes
What: a catch-all for closed starters! hmu on discord @owlie#3609, liberos or eren’s plotting comment if you’re interest in doing something!
Warnings: n/a, will updated where needed.

“eren let me see what you have” “a knife” “no!!!!!!!!!!”

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[freeing]

[ It was like seeing a wild animal caged. It was like seeing a rare comet soar through the sky. It was like seeing chains that had been latched tight for years finally broken. Seeing Eren react this way was unfitting of who she had found a kinship with, it brings her throat tight and dry.

Their gazes were a dance of fire, swirling and yielding answers they couldn't quite understand. ]

Be the way that allows you to survive. For the people that need you.

[ He can hear how the air leaves her lips, a soft gasp at the touch. Her knees nearly buckle and her face feels hot — warm, even for a dragon. Every nerve in her body feels like coal fostering embers, an underlining threat of pure heat.

She wants to say I need you but the words feel foreign. The mother of dragons arrogantly needs no one, she reminds herself — proven wrong time and time again. No matter her rule or reason, she is still is a young thing in life.

Finally, she can summon the courage and find the words. She speaks a language of vulnerability that weaves itself with her fingers raising to clutch onto the back of his hand, lowering it just right so her cheek finds itself in his grasp. ]

Will you be strong for me, always?

it’s on

[usurpers]

[ it would be only few now, the first in this way, to allow him to be who he must, as well as who he chose when he deemed fit to. the fire in her eyes and the twinge of worry, could it have been fear or loneliness? eren hadn’t known how to differentiate and finds it best not to consider the option. vulnerability was not an easy thing for either of them, and today, for all his grandeur, eren cracks today. he too, was only a young man no more than twenty in life. he had lifestyles, and years worth of living the way a young man was born to taken out of his little grasp at nine.

and still, they wouldn’t allow themselves to show too much weakness. only little fissures that are quickly plugged by one another. it seemed to not matter that he was standing before her bare, caressing her cheek with his knuckles until it pressed into his palm. his chest, effusive with fervor, draws in a breath that expands and holds.

had his strength been her’s? eren would come to the conclusion, that, she has what she asks of without hesitation. he finds that he doesn’t need to think about it. what was it, that they’ve come out here to do—? he’s almost forgotten, with how a warm hand cups his own and leads him. oh— ]

You’ve just given me the freedom to be. [ he’s momentarily glad she’s facilitated the process. eren hadn’t cared much about formalities, even when they spoke of it in on a dreary winter night with tea in front of a hearth— he would’ve kissed her hand, but instead, finds the rush of courage to plant his lips above her brows.

she needn’t to do a single thing more; she was already a precious, precious person to him. the kind he would do the worst for, with the best in mind. ] Always.

[ since they’ve met? that had been a truth, too. ]