⚔︎ —𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙀𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙉

love's strength standeth in love's sacrifice.

(Her words land softer than expected. The tension in his shoulders eases just a little as he watches her enjoy it) “…I’m glad you came by today.” (His voice is low, still carrying that heaviness underneath.) “It… cleared my mind a bit.”

what ?

⠀ .ᐟ “ Whoa- .ᐟ ” He is quick to whip around a little flustered at such a thing. “ Things— There ‘ s no— i - it ‘ s not like that i swear— .ᐟ ” ⠀

. … How could she? How could she ever understand? Eren hasn’t explained a word. Not like she can, either. Not honestly. To ask this of her, it’s asking her to swallow a knife she doesn’t know the sharpness of. Is going it to hurt her? Or is it a trick for something ‘greater’?

i mean ..... yea, but i thought the place would be smoke and ash by the time i was done there. id have no time to care about it.

anyway, why do you care?

A strand of hair flicks over her eye as she finally turns to fully meet her gaze. Pain. And throbbing. It swallows around the beating of her heart as she stays her gaze. She forces herself to. “Do you understand?”

(He takes a small lick of his own cone, the cold sweetness lingering for a second as he actually seems to enjoy it. His expression softens just a little before the weight returns to his voice.) “Back in Marley… I got to know about it.” (The mention of Marley made his voice +

(They walk a little further until the small ice cream parlor comes into view. He steps inside with her… the quiet weight still lingering in his posture even as he orders two vanilla waffle cones with a scoop on each.) “Here… I think you might like this flavor”

Her hands crush into fists and crunch inside her pockets. She can hardly keep her eyes on her as a reply kisses her ear. She stays there, in the hole she keeps digging. “Mikasa.” she says. “…”

(He glances at her from the side, the corner of his mouth lifting just slightly even while his tone stays low and heavy.) “…Well. I like it… but only in case of pleasant company.” (A small, quiet smile tugs at his lips as he keeps walking beside her.)

no, it's a stick.

“.. …” Time and again, a pair of faces willing and wanting to stand behind her, beside her. And still, she makes the conscious choice to abandon them, time and again. She’s there, in front of her, right now. Right here.

you basically shoot balls into holes with a cue. i started when I was eight, so.

(He keeps walking beside her in silence for a few steps, still tense… until he lets his guard down just a little without meaning to. His gaze drifts to the side and stays there, taking her in… the way the light catches her profile, the scarf, the+

... well i enjoy swimming, but no. like the game.