[ eren's brows twist as his features do between the smile, as if to say seriously? stop thinking that sort of thing. there was no such thing as a best or worst gift— there were only gifts, and the thought, intention behind it. that was the biggest prize in giving and receiving.
so, eren doesn't interrupt him, instead shuffling closer and dipping his head down to get a front seat look at the unwrapping (tongue flicking happens, his whole body is curious). he can taste the touch of iron somewhere and—
carefully, eren cups his hand underneath the seraph's while listening to a story he very well needed to hear to make sense of something he has a feeling is . . . profound. nervousness doesn't go unnoticed, causing the dragon to inhale and feel as if— there's some sort of whirl in his chest wanting to pop. it is not caused by little. mikleo speaks of a name that is true, an exchange that feels raw and he doesn't realize his breathing hitches up. it stops for a second.
all of this was more important than he could— well, he thinks he comprehends, but there's still a part of him that knows it's even deeper than he thinks. eren is at a loss at words, a blip passing through him that for a moment, seems to feel nothing when it's only preparing for the storm to come. every emotion he has for this is fighting for dominance and neither of them sit on the throne, leaving his toothy mouth agape and his eyes wide. even his heart beats in his ears and not his chest.
live on. find me. ]
Mik—?
[ that's all he can manage, but that's not what he wants to say. there's still more, and the pad of his finger, gently, so gently, presses onto the characters meant for him. ]
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so, eren doesn't interrupt him, instead shuffling closer and dipping his head down to get a front seat look at the unwrapping (tongue flicking happens, his whole body is curious). he can taste the touch of iron somewhere and—
carefully, eren cups his hand underneath the seraph's while listening to a story he very well needed to hear to make sense of something he has a feeling is . . . profound. nervousness doesn't go unnoticed, causing the dragon to inhale and feel as if— there's some sort of whirl in his chest wanting to pop. it is not caused by little. mikleo speaks of a name that is true, an exchange that feels raw and he doesn't realize his breathing hitches up. it stops for a second.
all of this was more important than he could— well, he thinks he comprehends, but there's still a part of him that knows it's even deeper than he thinks. eren is at a loss at words, a blip passing through him that for a moment, seems to feel nothing when it's only preparing for the storm to come. every emotion he has for this is fighting for dominance and neither of them sit on the throne, leaving his toothy mouth agape and his eyes wide. even his heart beats in his ears and not his chest.
live on. find me. ]
Mik—?
[ that's all he can manage, but that's not what he wants to say. there's still more, and the pad of his finger, gently, so gently, presses onto the characters meant for him. ]