[ there’s no way down unless they fall, or float— however water works. eren’s claws coil against the edge of the stair’s final steps. he lets go to raise his arms, hold the membranes of his wings until they’re fully fanned. the dragon hooks his head under the seraph’s feet, pushing him to straddle his back before he has full intent to push off and glide.
It’s heavy, nothing like the swiftness of air. they’re sluggish, but eren’s tail swings behind him to propel along with a downwards drag of his wings. he almost— wishes he could be as surprised. a little tense, perhaps, but walking into a battlefield aftermath . . . . mm. ]
They have something on them.
[ his eyes catch the shine One their muddy cloaks like the shimmer of a blade. maybe that’s actually why he sees them to start ]
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It’s heavy, nothing like the swiftness of air. they’re sluggish, but eren’s tail swings behind him to propel along with a downwards drag of his wings. he almost— wishes he could be as surprised. a little tense, perhaps, but walking into a battlefield aftermath . . . . mm. ]
They have something on them.
[ his eyes catch the shine One their muddy cloaks like the shimmer of a blade. maybe that’s actually why he sees them to start ]