[ a smile in turn when he’s all but teased with contact, like letting off sweeps of buildup enough to make his shoulders ease. the smallest twitches happen from his ears, mostly following along the muscle of his brows when they lift, his head dipping forward to leave his horns following up with the swift brush of fingers on them.
there’s his press, release that keeps tension at bay. it’s there that he knows that bonds were true, he needed one, and he’s glad he has this one. mikleo doesn’t go untouched either. his head still knocked into the seraph’s, eren’s ink-dipped fingers fluff the back of his bonded’s hair. ]
I’m managing. [ he lifts his free arm, which supplies him with a baby wingspan—he’s got spines there too, a larger one coming in from the elbow and irritating his human skin to no end. the scales skin seems to welcome it. ] We’re getting summer back just in time.
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there’s his press, release that keeps tension at bay. it’s there that he knows that bonds were true, he needed one, and he’s glad he has this one. mikleo doesn’t go untouched either. his head still knocked into the seraph’s, eren’s ink-dipped fingers fluff the back of his bonded’s hair. ]
I’m managing. [ he lifts his free arm, which supplies him with a baby wingspan—he’s got spines there too, a larger one coming in from the elbow and irritating his human skin to no end. the scales skin seems to welcome it. ] We’re getting summer back just in time.
[ for shirts to cease ]