[ new thing is, beyond tame emotional sharing, he can taste your pheromones from here. eren’s own expression seems to relent, because it’s true. he’d use the new ability to continue doing what he did— maybe that’s why not too much has changed. especially when there’s a possible way back that certainly needs some looking into. there wasn’t a time in the day he didn’t think about the duties he left on hold.
eren displays his scale colors with deep saturation even before his mouth is touched— something a little more primal wants to show the seraph that he isn’t wildly angry, or territorial, or exceedingly happy, but moreso that he’s the most colorful of dragons, what could be translated into likeness, but . . . not exactly (the earliest stages of wanting to show off, it seems).
that’s what eren decides to label it as, at least. simple and what makes the most sense to him. ]
Hey— [ he says, with some surprise at the poke, and without thinking, there went his tongue again, a sharper smell of rain and human filling his nostrils and spreading across his tastebuds. it’s sort of crazy. when he smiles at him again, it’s a little tapped, in good humor. he almost doesn’t know what to say, but for a moment . . . with eyes like two blue embers, and lips that curl, his feelings say thank you. they say i’m glad. he’ll fight with him until he couldn’t, until it’s time to part, but until then, he won’t lose focus. he’ll care for what grounds him and plant what he must to rise. and that’s what burns in eren jaeger’s heart right now.
a melting pot of warmth, protection, responsibility and more. also, “this taste/smell is nice” sort of feeling. ]
Let’s get you something to eat.
[ eren has plans . . . it involves making potato stew. the only thing he ever watched his mother make. rising to his feet, eren holds out his arm to lift mikleo up. ]
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eren displays his scale colors with deep saturation even before his mouth is touched— something a little more primal wants to show the seraph that he isn’t wildly angry, or territorial, or exceedingly happy, but moreso that he’s the most colorful of dragons, what could be translated into likeness, but . . . not exactly (the earliest stages of wanting to show off, it seems).
that’s what eren decides to label it as, at least. simple and what makes the most sense to him. ]
Hey— [ he says, with some surprise at the poke, and without thinking, there went his tongue again, a sharper smell of rain and human filling his nostrils and spreading across his tastebuds. it’s sort of crazy. when he smiles at him again, it’s a little tapped, in good humor. he almost doesn’t know what to say, but for a moment . . . with eyes like two blue embers, and lips that curl, his feelings say thank you. they say i’m glad. he’ll fight with him until he couldn’t, until it’s time to part, but until then, he won’t lose focus. he’ll care for what grounds him and plant what he must to rise. and that’s what burns in eren jaeger’s heart right now.
a melting pot of warmth, protection, responsibility and more. also, “this taste/smell is nice” sort of feeling. ]
Let’s get you something to eat.
[ eren has plans . . . it involves making potato stew. the only thing he ever watched his mother make. rising to his feet, eren holds out his arm to lift mikleo up. ]