[She kept plodding along, slowing her pace again. So they could talk, but also get where they needed to at some point.
Though she did have to pause for a moment. Tater had decided that he was going to try and dart out and catch the pebble yipping at it. Failing to reach it. Returning...With a leaf that gets spat out near the dragons foot... Right.]
Do you know what's happening now? [She'd hope so given that they were talking. That they were being honest with each other. Even if it was strange, needing to think about so much with him.]
It is... Though a puca did try and dig it back up again.
[ something about another monster daring to uplift something that was his (used to be his, still somewhat his), on protected fae property has eren's lips stiffening and his ears wiggling, flicking up and down. ah, was that— a twitchy frown? he's trying to swallow it back with words. poor tater also tries his best. ]
Not much. Only that Dragons and Fae have a long history together.
[It's fine, it's fine. Just a cute little bun boy who'd poked his head out of the hole he'd tried to dig. If it hadn't been for her crop vanishing at the same time the puca might have gotten away with it.]
...That doesn't make it sound like you know now. Is it really that bad? [If he was frowning about it? Well maybe. If he wanted to see her and was drawn to her smell, because of this history.] Are you talking about how they live for a long time?
[ he can’t just confess that he’s salty about a puca in his (not his) hole! he skips over the first question. ]
That’s part of it. Creiá said it depends on the dragon. [ for example . . . ] She didn’t like them, but she said her brother did. What it involved . . . She didn’t say.
...She didn't like fae? [You know what. If that was the case, Mikasa was going to consider her meeting with the dragon pretty good all if she didn't like fae. That, and to be honest from what Mikasa had gathered. The older fae were assholes so it was valid.
Enough to get a little scoff.] That seems normal. I spoke with one of the local fae... He said that both humans and monsters killed more fae than the Cywd. [Had she told Eren that before? She remembered speaking with him about an old fae he knew, but she'd been off her face for most of that week.] That they were too dangerous. [She, herself had felt dangerous. Not for long, but for those short lapses where a spark of an idea hit her and she got lost in her own momentum.]
[ so mikasa was in the clear. there's something about that, hah, that seems all too familiar, no? so monstrous and so dangerous that they're set to either a life in hiding or just constant subjugation. as for how much they'll change? eren's been here a year. they'll never be born a monster, but. they'll certainly get comfortable. ]
. . . This world isn't so different from the others after all.
[She hums. That wasn't much of a comfort, given the True Fae's response to seeing her was to ask whose kid they were. That was how close the True Fae and current fae were, that one could be mistaken for the child of another. Even if every fae she'd spoken to had been sure the True Fae had all been killed hundreds of years ago.
That hum ends with a sigh at it not being that different. Once again she pauses, shuffling on her crutches to collect her thoughts while Tater let out a whine.]
...Some of the older houses have iron in the door handles. [The smallest of huffs. Really. That little bit of iron, so easily gotten around with gloves or an enchantment like the earrings she was commissioning. It said a lot that it was there to begin with.
But the dog gave another whine, tugging his leash towards a...Oh, her antenna gave a flicker. A cafe.]
[ you’ll probably know eren is almost always hungry if given the chance here, for magic or otherwise— he was large and constant energy was always needed to make sure he could provide the needed strength for himself. it isn’t long until he’s almost left a good two steps ahead until he’s realized the dog has stopped and so has mikasa.
[The dragon only got a glance. Acknowledging the question before she goes back to looking at the hungry puppy. Mirroring the dog's head tilt. A soft sigh slipping out, she wasn't exactly happy...]
If it weren't for my leg, we'd already be there.
[Not happy because of that. Because this leg was such a pain and she couldn't just shrug it off like she had with so many injuries before. It was annoying, to put it lightly. At least it was only temporary. She's silent for another moment, thinking bout it... Then Tater lets out another whine, raising a paw to wave captivating the fae. He is very cute and needy, yes?
That's all it takes for the fae to decide. Slowly turning, planting her crutches on the ground and she's off.
...towards the cafe. Only pausing to give Eren a brief look. ]
Come on. I owe you for those insect sticks. [Then under her breath.] Even if one got thrown off the roof...
[Most of the food at the festival had been pretty expensive too. Hadn't it? She only takes a few swinging steps before stopping again. Craning her neck to look at the dragon with those big compound eyes.] Unless you're busy and want to go straight there? [That hadn't occurred to her at first. Too absorbed in being manipulated by a puppy. She had no plans for the day, she was supposed to be resting. But Eren, she wasn't sure.
Their lives really were different here. It was almost ideal in a way. Peaceful enough that one could just spend the day lazying in the sun. Even with the monster changes and the slight nervousness about the True Fae.]
[ . . . well, this is a surprise! enough that eren is left there, by himself in a stand that watches her walk away once the fae mentions owing him insect sticks. um—
once mikasa dips her head over her shoulder, the dragon waits for only a second more before he's following after her. ]
I'm just with you today.
[ no plans. nothing. he just separated the rest of the time remaining in the day the moment she asked. nothing else had been of massive priority. in fact, this took up more priority than eren would admit. ]
[Please just ignore that she was putty in this puppy's...paws. Granted her own appetite had changed since her body had started to. Though she still wasn't sure if that was from there being more access to food or a result of her changes. But after the times she'd bitten people or ate bugs at random, it was best to make sure she wasn't hungry at all.
The dragon's comment got a small snort. She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting after he'd listed what he did. It wasn't like they had a strict routine anymore.
It took very little for Eren to catch up once he started moving. Her crutches, his long strides. It wasn't even far to the cafe, it was insight. The door propped open making it easy enough for the fae to just hobble in...
Then backing up a few seconds later. No dogs inside. A fluffy sheep faun teetered on her hooves, staring at the dog, shying away from him as she directed them to wooden parasol covered tables and chairs. Then the faun was staring at the dragon, eyes slowly lifting as she realised he was...big. That's a shiver. But she pulls out a notebook, listing their menu. She would work!
And yet again, the variety made the fae blink. The only thing she'd been sure of was that she wanted some simple meat in a dish for Tater. But Mikasa...She was basic, so she just got whatever the thing they'd labeled as 'breakfast'. Then the faun looked to the dragon for his order, determined.
With that done, she scurried off. Leaving the party of three. Nearly jumping out of her skin when Tater tried to follow. Not that he got far with his lead wrapped around Mikasa's wrist and her sat at the table. Alternating between staring at the dragon and glancing over his shoulder.]
So...[She'd spoken, but what was there to say?] Have...you learnt anything here? [Annnd even she's wilting at the unintentionally vauge question.]
[ he’s used to the shy, frightened jitters, especially from the smaller folk. which was all of them. but, he’s grown used to them. eren orders the first thing that sounds like bread and meat slapped together and forgets to call it a burger. he just points. “this one”.
mikasa’s question, as they’ve now settled into a table sitting close to each other (and with eren needing to tip the parasol more in mikasa’s general direction, he’s too big and his horns are nearly clipping the fabric), he . . . blinks, adjusts his seating and relaxes his legs into a steady spread.
this is so normal, and he should be used to this, but— a normal day, with mikasa? ]
I’ve, [ he rolls his shoulders and tries his best to answer without throwing her another question. it was vague, but he’d pull it to the literal sense. ] learned not to show my talons.
[ he holds his hands up in brief demonstration, where his claws are neatly curled backwards. ]
It makes people like her nervous.
[ they are doing a good job, yes. they are conversing. yes. ]
[The answer makes Mikasa wilt slightly, her shoulders slumping as she rested her hands on the table. Not exactly what she'd meant, but it was an answer. And she watches him move, her head turning to look in the direction the waitress had gone. Turning back after a moment with a small sigh.]
People don't like my eyes... Even other mirrorbound have mentioned it.
[And with that she just stares for a moment. The light glinting off of the many lenses, showing just how...not human those compound eyes were. Then she closes them, still unsure what to make of the comments.]
I've been trying to learn what I can do here. I [She paused, those chitin covered fingers tapping lightly at the table.] was offered an apprenticeship, once my leg is better. The building is too small for the crutches.
[ it dawns on eren only after, what she actually meant by the question— and she still added to his response in turn. solidarity, maybe? the dragon fixes his attention on compound eyes, watching them . . . move, was that how it moved? his were less bizarre and more reptilian (which wasn’t too far off of regular eyes); just a swipe of the third translucent eyelid over his, and he would have to blink with the other two.
his expression goes— softer, we can say, as he eases into the topic and thinks of his own side of it. learned, as in. learn skills? new skills? ]
In what?
[ interest. they haven’t spoken like this— he doesn’t remember the last time. it was too long ago. ]
[That seemed normal for them. Each missing the other's meaning. She opened her eyes again, just to see. Not wanting to think too hard of some of the changes there. That she only blinked out of habit now, if she got absorbed in watching she wouldn't realise that eyes hadn't closed. Or that her chest didn't seem to move to inhale...
But those strange eyes creased, not in a smile but... Something. Something softer, almost fond but sad. Was it for a possibly dumb reason? Maybe.]
Medicine... [Her mouth opened, the fae thinking as she worked out how to word it. Because here there was the distinction between magical healing and not.] I can't fight here, but I can grow some of the plants they need.
[Learning how they were used just seemed like an extension of that. Especially after all those months ago when she'd helped in the clinic. They'd just needed hands to help move patients from beds to chairs and clean wounds, turns out there was a lot of squeamish people here. Or she'd just seen too much blood to be disgusted.
Still, the fae did manage a little snort.] The owner doesn't even care that I can't read unenchanted letters. She said I should know them by sight without reading. [Which made sense, but she hadn't expected it after one place saying no because she couldn't read the strange letters here. One day she'd learn.]
[ medicine, the words come out. medicinal gardening. growth. he’d remember when they were younger, her parents grew their own vegetables and such. doing so with the prospect of helping others heal was just as much a surprise as it felt— somewhat fitting? mikasa had said because i can’t fight. before his lips can pull up anymore than they subtly have already, he asks, just as their food entries are served: ]
You’re doing it because you can’t fight or because you want to help?
[ there was something of a distinction he needed to understand there— are you doing something because you can’t do anything else you know how to do? or because it’s a change of heart, something you want to do? ]
[She'd said it to Eren long ago. There was no shame in farming, that lives could be saved that way instead of fighting. In another world, one without titans and war. She might never have picked up a blade, instead spending her life working the land.
Though for a moment the fae is distracted by the food being delivered. Not so much her own, the meal labeled breakfast being...pancakes, eggs and bacon making a face 'v' ... No she was more bothered in looking at the floor and making sure Tater was okay with his bowl of meat. So his question was thought about, a small hum slipping out as she frowned at him.]
I want to help... I can't help by fighting like I did back home so...
[A little shrug. Yeah, she'd fought back home. She enjoyed moving, the energy and how it made her focus during a good spar. But fighting itself? It wasn't something she'd ever enjoyed. Just a necessity of helping. There was no lofty goal of fighting to obtain something.
She wanted to help, to help. Nothing more. Back home she was strong, stronger than anyone, so she helped by using that strength. Here, she wasn't and had spent so long aimlessly trying to find something she could do.]
It’s, [ he can’t find the words for it and settles with: ] nice.
[ it’s a dull descriptor. possibly just as dull as eren felt about not conducting himself to something similar. what’s he been doing to help? to do something differently? buying an orphanage.
reviewing everything he’s done has led him more to himself than for others, once again proving that he had been more selfish in his time here than not. what else would you expect from a piece of shit? ]
I hope it works out for you while you’re here.
[ the food is there, on the table. his tongue flicks over his plate and everything else in front of him, but his eyes don’t peel from mikasa. he looks as he did in liberio. worn and in need of a shower. ]
[It's minute, but his flicking tongue gets a small frown. Don't you lick her food. But then she blinks and looks to his face again. Not moving to eat. Hands still resting on the table.
'while you're here' that was the thing wasn't it. Part of the reason she'd had so much trouble getting an apprenticeship was because few thought it was worth the effort to train someone who could just vanish.]
...I won't remember when I go back. [They'd talked about that before.] It's just for how long this is... Like everything here. [And with that, her brow wrinkled, lips pressed together in a look he'd seen before.]
[ the good old “what’s the point if i’m just going to forget?”. they’ve talked about this before, he thinks— it’s rare that the sentiment changes or stays the way it was. eren sits back with his eyes taking a break from looking into hers, now on his plate instead. even now it was hard to face her, especially when she looked at him that way. ]
One day this part of us is going to die. Just like home. Just like everywhere else. We’re going to die either sooner or later.
So make it count. [ at home, they’ll die. what was beyond death? nothing, just death. so why live if you’re just going to die? it’s the same concept. it’s the reason why eren continues to try, and lives here. lives because he has a chance to, now. ]
Make living it worth every second. [ and then, admittance: ] You know how to do that.
[ maybe this is for him. he needs to listen to himself, and well. he needs to hear someone say it. it wouldn’t be the first time he’d give himself a talk. and it’s the reason why, that without looking at her, his hand— has found hers. by the pinky, very subtle and even meek seeming compared to his brutality and lack of finesse, but there it is. he bit the bullet. he’s holding her fingers with his. ]
[It was a...not constant thought. But the idea of just vanishing suddenly when this place was so peaceful.]
Hu-... [She doesn't flinch away. But her head dipped, turning to look. Those large clawed fingers awkwardly curling around her dwarfed shell covered ones. A small scoff rising out of her before she had time to stop it.]
When did you start thinking like that? Why here...
[And not back. Though they could talk about this topic as many times as the sun rose, there wasn't an answer. She sighed eyes slipping shut, her grasp tightening. Inhaling...] I'm trying to... [Working, having a house, the animals. She'd gotten a peaceful little life here, shame it didn't feel like it was her life. Not truly, too many things were missing.]
[ here we go. he's doing it. he's. holding her pinky. progress. the talon, now that it's hooked and feels her tighten, begins to curve tighter until another talon is bravely introduced to her ring finger.
eren had already given everything up. he had pushed everyone away. he was alone. he had his many reasons for what he was doing back home, and everything was just . . . on him, he felt? he was the only one responsible. despite being driven into a corner, he still chose.
he chose to bring his story to an end with a great big bang that he didn't want anyone he loved to be near for. and if they still did, well— there'd be no stopping them unless they collided. he was ready. he'd die in three more years if he didn't die sooner. sometimes he wondered if he'd end up here to stay, after that. so many people he knew did (and all have disappeared except for kaede).
it wasn't something to count on. whether it's 3 minutes or 300 years . . . ]
Let's eat.
[ another slow squeeze, but he's not pulling back just yet. he's not exactly looking at her, either. not when his scales are so cherry red. ]
[When had he gotten so big? It'd almost earn a laugh from her if it...wasn't for everything else. But she remembered back when they'd first found Grisha's book, how Eren's hand had dwarfed her's. They'd been the same height then. Then he'd gotten taller, outgrown her. And here, he'd gotten even taller while she'd...
She was pretty much on the midget's level now.
Her eyes only opened a sliver at his response. Or lack of, not that she'd been expecting much. She'd given up on her own question before she'd fully asked it.]
Yeah... [And slowly she gave another little squeeze then drew her hand back to grab her knife and fork. Getting a bit of bacon, pancake and egg. Then going to quietly munch away, almost lost her own head for now.]
[ well, he’d . . . certainly try and pull some conversation out of his ass in between— never mind that eren finished his plate in a matter of three or so forkfuls. he keeps his eyes on her, her hand, that he did grab, it wasn’t some illusion of the mind. eren was probably finished before her. big mouth and big stomach, but he’s very willing to wait. it’s not like he had planned to do anything else to say but pick up her fertilizer, the way she’d pick up the heavy cargo for him (and he’d fucking hate it) and carry it back to her cottage. in the meantime . . .
he lets his arms hang, one specifically being held and curled closer to tater after he’d finish eating. ]
[Eren... Could you please be normal for once? She wasn't the slowest of eaters but that slight ache at the back of her jaw meant she did have to go slowly. That and her meal was somehow bigger.
Probably because she'd ordered a set meal. And she wasn't one to waste food so he was stuck waiting.
Tater though. He did lift his head from his food bowl at the limb getting closer. Ears flicking back as he whined, giving a tiny bark and swatting at the hand that was too high up for his paw to reach. No, his food. Away-
Meanwhile, Mikasa was still just chewing away. Only her mouth and hand moving as she focused her eyes on the dragon. Not blinking again. But eventually, she swallows and can talk.]
...Tater. My first bonded got him...
[To help cheer her up, not that she elaborates before shoving another fork of pancake and egg in her mouth.]
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Though she did have to pause for a moment. Tater had decided that he was going to try and dart out and catch the pebble yipping at it. Failing to reach it. Returning...With a leaf that gets spat out near the dragons foot... Right.]
Do you know what's happening now? [She'd hope so given that they were talking. That they were being honest with each other. Even if it was strange, needing to think about so much with him.]
It is... Though a puca did try and dig it back up again.
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Not much. Only that Dragons and Fae have a long history together.
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...That doesn't make it sound like you know now. Is it really that bad? [If he was frowning about it? Well maybe. If he wanted to see her and was drawn to her smell, because of this history.] Are you talking about how they live for a long time?
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That’s part of it. Creiá said it depends on the dragon. [ for example . . . ] She didn’t like them, but she said her brother did. What it involved . . . She didn’t say.
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Enough to get a little scoff.] That seems normal. I spoke with one of the local fae... He said that both humans and monsters killed more fae than the Cywd. [Had she told Eren that before? She remembered speaking with him about an old fae he knew, but she'd been off her face for most of that week.] That they were too dangerous. [She, herself had felt dangerous. Not for long, but for those short lapses where a spark of an idea hit her and she got lost in her own momentum.]
...I wonder how much more will change.
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[ so mikasa was in the clear. there's something about that, hah, that seems all too familiar, no? so monstrous and so dangerous that they're set to either a life in hiding or just constant subjugation. as for how much they'll change? eren's been here a year. they'll never be born a monster, but. they'll certainly get comfortable. ]
. . . This world isn't so different from the others after all.
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That hum ends with a sigh at it not being that different. Once again she pauses, shuffling on her crutches to collect her thoughts while Tater let out a whine.]
...Some of the older houses have iron in the door handles. [The smallest of huffs. Really. That little bit of iron, so easily gotten around with gloves or an enchantment like the earrings she was commissioning. It said a lot that it was there to begin with.
But the dog gave another whine, tugging his leash towards a...Oh, her antenna gave a flicker. A cafe.]
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food . . . ]
How far are we from the farm?
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If it weren't for my leg, we'd already be there.
[Not happy because of that. Because this leg was such a pain and she couldn't just shrug it off like she had with so many injuries before. It was annoying, to put it lightly. At least it was only temporary. She's silent for another moment, thinking bout it... Then Tater lets out another whine, raising a paw to wave captivating the fae. He is very cute and needy, yes?
That's all it takes for the fae to decide. Slowly turning, planting her crutches on the ground and she's off.
...towards the cafe. Only pausing to give Eren a brief look. ]
Come on. I owe you for those insect sticks. [Then under her breath.] Even if one got thrown off the roof...
[Most of the food at the festival had been pretty expensive too. Hadn't it? She only takes a few swinging steps before stopping again. Craning her neck to look at the dragon with those big compound eyes.] Unless you're busy and want to go straight there? [That hadn't occurred to her at first. Too absorbed in being manipulated by a puppy. She had no plans for the day, she was supposed to be resting. But Eren, she wasn't sure.
Their lives really were different here. It was almost ideal in a way. Peaceful enough that one could just spend the day lazying in the sun. Even with the monster changes and the slight nervousness about the True Fae.]
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once mikasa dips her head over her shoulder, the dragon waits for only a second more before he's following after her. ]
I'm just with you today.
[ no plans. nothing. he just separated the rest of the time remaining in the day the moment she asked. nothing else had been of massive priority. in fact, this took up more priority than eren would admit. ]
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The dragon's comment got a small snort. She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting after he'd listed what he did. It wasn't like they had a strict routine anymore.
It took very little for Eren to catch up once he started moving. Her crutches, his long strides. It wasn't even far to the cafe, it was insight. The door propped open making it easy enough for the fae to just hobble in...
Then backing up a few seconds later. No dogs inside. A fluffy sheep faun teetered on her hooves, staring at the dog, shying away from him as she directed them to wooden parasol covered tables and chairs. Then the faun was staring at the dragon, eyes slowly lifting as she realised he was...big. That's a shiver. But she pulls out a notebook, listing their menu. She would work!
And yet again, the variety made the fae blink. The only thing she'd been sure of was that she wanted some simple meat in a dish for Tater. But Mikasa...She was basic, so she just got whatever the thing they'd labeled as 'breakfast'. Then the faun looked to the dragon for his order, determined.
With that done, she scurried off. Leaving the party of three. Nearly jumping out of her skin when Tater tried to follow. Not that he got far with his lead wrapped around Mikasa's wrist and her sat at the table. Alternating between staring at the dragon and glancing over his shoulder.]
So...[She'd spoken, but what was there to say?] Have...you learnt anything here? [Annnd even she's wilting at the unintentionally vauge question.]
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mikasa’s question, as they’ve now settled into a table sitting close to each other (and with eren needing to tip the parasol more in mikasa’s general direction, he’s too big and his horns are nearly clipping the fabric), he . . . blinks, adjusts his seating and relaxes his legs into a steady spread.
this is so normal, and he should be used to this, but— a normal day, with mikasa? ]
I’ve, [ he rolls his shoulders and tries his best to answer without throwing her another question. it was vague, but he’d pull it to the literal sense. ] learned not to show my talons.
[ he holds his hands up in brief demonstration, where his claws are neatly curled backwards. ]
It makes people like her nervous.
[ they are doing a good job, yes. they are conversing. yes. ]
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People don't like my eyes... Even other mirrorbound have mentioned it.
[And with that she just stares for a moment. The light glinting off of the many lenses, showing just how...not human those compound eyes were. Then she closes them, still unsure what to make of the comments.]
I've been trying to learn what I can do here. I [She paused, those chitin covered fingers tapping lightly at the table.] was offered an apprenticeship, once my leg is better. The building is too small for the crutches.
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his expression goes— softer, we can say, as he eases into the topic and thinks of his own side of it. learned, as in. learn skills? new skills? ]
In what?
[ interest. they haven’t spoken like this— he doesn’t remember the last time. it was too long ago. ]
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But those strange eyes creased, not in a smile but... Something. Something softer, almost fond but sad. Was it for a possibly dumb reason? Maybe.]
Medicine... [Her mouth opened, the fae thinking as she worked out how to word it. Because here there was the distinction between magical healing and not.] I can't fight here, but I can grow some of the plants they need.
[Learning how they were used just seemed like an extension of that. Especially after all those months ago when she'd helped in the clinic. They'd just needed hands to help move patients from beds to chairs and clean wounds, turns out there was a lot of squeamish people here. Or she'd just seen too much blood to be disgusted.
Still, the fae did manage a little snort.] The owner doesn't even care that I can't read unenchanted letters. She said I should know them by sight without reading. [Which made sense, but she hadn't expected it after one place saying no because she couldn't read the strange letters here. One day she'd learn.]
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You’re doing it because you can’t fight or because you want to help?
[ there was something of a distinction he needed to understand there— are you doing something because you can’t do anything else you know how to do? or because it’s a change of heart, something you want to do? ]
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Though for a moment the fae is distracted by the food being delivered. Not so much her own, the meal labeled breakfast being...pancakes, eggs and bacon making a face 'v' ... No she was more bothered in looking at the floor and making sure Tater was okay with his bowl of meat. So his question was thought about, a small hum slipping out as she frowned at him.]
I want to help... I can't help by fighting like I did back home so...
[A little shrug. Yeah, she'd fought back home. She enjoyed moving, the energy and how it made her focus during a good spar. But fighting itself? It wasn't something she'd ever enjoyed. Just a necessity of helping. There was no lofty goal of fighting to obtain something.
She wanted to help, to help. Nothing more. Back home she was strong, stronger than anyone, so she helped by using that strength. Here, she wasn't and had spent so long aimlessly trying to find something she could do.]
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It’s, [ he can’t find the words for it and settles with: ] nice.
[ it’s a dull descriptor. possibly just as dull as eren felt about not conducting himself to something similar. what’s he been doing to help? to do something differently? buying an orphanage.
reviewing everything he’s done has led him more to himself than for others, once again proving that he had been more selfish in his time here than not. what else would you expect from a piece of shit? ]
I hope it works out for you while you’re here.
[ the food is there, on the table. his tongue flicks over his plate and everything else in front of him, but his eyes don’t peel from mikasa. he looks as he did in liberio. worn and in need of a shower. ]
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'while you're here' that was the thing wasn't it. Part of the reason she'd had so much trouble getting an apprenticeship was because few thought it was worth the effort to train someone who could just vanish.]
...I won't remember when I go back. [They'd talked about that before.] It's just for how long this is... Like everything here. [And with that, her brow wrinkled, lips pressed together in a look he'd seen before.]
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One day this part of us is going to die. Just like home. Just like everywhere else. We’re going to die either sooner or later.
So make it count. [ at home, they’ll die. what was beyond death? nothing, just death. so why live if you’re just going to die? it’s the same concept. it’s the reason why eren continues to try, and lives here. lives because he has a chance to, now. ]
Make living it worth every second. [ and then, admittance: ] You know how to do that.
[ maybe this is for him. he needs to listen to himself, and well. he needs to hear someone say it. it wouldn’t be the first time he’d give himself a talk. and it’s the reason why, that without looking at her, his hand— has found hers. by the pinky, very subtle and even meek seeming compared to his brutality and lack of finesse, but there it is. he bit the bullet. he’s holding her fingers with his. ]
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Hu-... [She doesn't flinch away. But her head dipped, turning to look. Those large clawed fingers awkwardly curling around her dwarfed shell covered ones. A small scoff rising out of her before she had time to stop it.]
When did you start thinking like that? Why here...
[And not back. Though they could talk about this topic as many times as the sun rose, there wasn't an answer. She sighed eyes slipping shut, her grasp tightening. Inhaling...] I'm trying to... [Working, having a house, the animals. She'd gotten a peaceful little life here, shame it didn't feel like it was her life. Not truly, too many things were missing.]
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eren had already given everything up. he had pushed everyone away. he was alone. he had his many reasons for what he was doing back home, and everything was just . . . on him, he felt? he was the only one responsible. despite being driven into a corner, he still chose.
he chose to bring his story to an end with a great big bang that he didn't want anyone he loved to be near for. and if they still did, well— there'd be no stopping them unless they collided. he was ready. he'd die in three more years if he didn't die sooner. sometimes he wondered if he'd end up here to stay, after that. so many people he knew did (and all have disappeared except for kaede).
it wasn't something to count on. whether it's 3 minutes or 300 years . . . ]
Let's eat.
[ another slow squeeze, but he's not pulling back just yet. he's not exactly looking at her, either. not when his scales are so cherry red. ]
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She was pretty much on the midget's level now.
Her eyes only opened a sliver at his response. Or lack of, not that she'd been expecting much. She'd given up on her own question before she'd fully asked it.]
Yeah... [And slowly she gave another little squeeze then drew her hand back to grab her knife and fork. Getting a bit of bacon, pancake and egg. Then going to quietly munch away, almost lost her own head for now.]
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he lets his arms hang, one specifically being held and curled closer to tater after he’d finish eating. ]
What’s its name?
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Probably because she'd ordered a set meal. And she wasn't one to waste food so he was stuck waiting.
Tater though. He did lift his head from his food bowl at the limb getting closer. Ears flicking back as he whined, giving a tiny bark and swatting at the hand that was too high up for his paw to reach. No, his food. Away-
Meanwhile, Mikasa was still just chewing away. Only her mouth and hand moving as she focused her eyes on the dragon. Not blinking again. But eventually, she swallows and can talk.]
...Tater. My first bonded got him...
[To help cheer her up, not that she elaborates before shoving another fork of pancake and egg in her mouth.]
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