[ they!! they might as well be molded, then. into each other’s sides, and since eren’s hands are a little larger— he trusts his hold with on hand, cradling his food and using the liberty of his now free hand to sit back entirely, arm hanging behind mikleo and stretching across the couch’s posterior, fingers curling at the ends of the seraph’s shoulder.
this is literally fine. he hums with approval when he takes another bowlful (he’s a strong independent man who don’t need no spoon), meant to mean it’s much better than what he’s used to. the intention would pick up easily between them, anyway.
look up, back down, and eren’s actually almost done with his broth. he considers what he says, smile a little like . . . butter, you could say. ]
I need to move my things. [ but a hole in the ground is easy enough to make, as was relocating his pile (that grows by the day!!), he just needed time and energy to make it work. and detail to make it mostly waterproof.
of course, if he were still alone, he’d sleep in his burrow, by himself. but after today— after today, something’s changed. ] Wherever you’re sleeping, [ because it’s dumb to stay in separate rooms, ] I’ll sleep.
[There's nothing quite like cuddling with someone warm while also cradling soup. He's pleased as pie but he's also really hungry. So while he's not putting food away as quickly as Eren, he's still moving at a good pace.
For his end of the bond, he's content, and all the warm feelings that Eren may unintentionally send over are returned. Good food and good company is the perfect potion for a breaking heart.
Tomorrow is a new day, and he can pick up the pieces then.]
Whatever you need to do. [He pauses with his spoon halfway to his mouth. Oh. There's... a blush again. It makes it easier to maintain their bond and it keeps Eren close in case of feral instincts, so it makes sense from a practical standpoint.]
I roll over a lot. You might not like it.
[He smiles a bit.]
I'll have to clear some stuff off, but it's a big bed. Shouldn't be any trouble.
I had bunk mates who’d wake up upside down. Legs to the wall.
[ oh, bertholdt. he hardly knew you. tagged with this is only a chip of upset, the kind mikleo wouldn’t be able to detect if he weren’t bonded, but subtle enough to be confused with some sort of interference.
his point: it won’t bother him. not saying that he’s lazy, but he’s finished his food, his shoulders are relaxing and the weight of the day is taking its toll. ]
[He wonders at that little chip of upset he feels through the link, but he figures it's something to do with missing people from home. Mikleo feels a similar twinge of upset when he thinks about everyone else.]
I'm not sure, honestly... [He stifles a yawn. His bowl is empty now, or close enough to it that he can just tilt the rest up to his lips and swallow it, so he does. He sets the bowl on the nearest flat surface. He'll retrieve it later.]
Mmm, maybe.
[He covers a yawn with both hands, and it's a big enough yawn that tears form at the edges of his eyes.]
[ setting his bowl into mikleo’s and hands now completely free, he’ll sit back for good. yawns are horridly contagious though, and before he knows it, his eyes water once his mouth threatens to stretch open as well. damn, his eyes! they’re heavy.
they’ll go to bed. in a minute. but for now it’s warm. he’s full. his head rests against the top of the seraph and he breathes softly into his hair. ]
We should get going, then.
[ he says this, but he doesn’t move an inch to give mikleo room to stand. if anything, his body is too inviting to stay. ]
[Mikleo stills even as his heart does a weird flip, a confusing reaction to have when someone huffs into your hair. He doesn't dwell on it long, though. He's comfortable and today has gone on way too long.
But he doesn't linger on much at all, actually. As Eren says they should get going, Mikleo is oddly silent.
[ eren would check on him, but . . . there’s more than silence from mikleo. as if on a phone line, still connected, he feels him flattening into slumber as moving water stills. it actually makes it easier for him to slip away, eyes fluttering one moment, mikleo’s scent calming him with every breath, then the next— he’s just as far.
you know, when he said he’d sleep where mikleo did, he hadn’t expected literally right next to him. he’d share beds as a trainee, or at least have mattresses lined pretty close to each other— there was nothing too intimate about it. especially for someone so used to barracks.
but this, he finds, was better than the expected. with contact always held, it just . . . makes him feel inexplicably secure about himself. he just doesn’t stay asleep for too long before his neck starts to cramp (the con when it comes to being a giant). the first time he stirs awake, eren carefully dips them down on the couch cushions, on their sides and careful not to wake mikleo as he does, not truly thinking much of it, he just wants to lay down. he wakes a few more times, just a few— more out of benign discomfort when he woke up with an actual room around him, wide open spaces. he was used to burrowing now, and having such ample space felt weird, even with mikleo curled up against his front. he’ll take care of that. half asleep, something he won’t even remember doing in the morning, but done anyway.
if and when mikleo wakes, he’ll find he’s become the little spoon to a big spoon. whether facing outwards or into him, eren will be enfolded against him, and— if you that is a blanket covering them. for mikleo, it’s probably just near the shoulders. for eren, from head to toe.
the fact it’s summer is the least of their problems. sleep eren needed an impromptu burrow like a child needs a night light. ]
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this is literally fine. he hums with approval when he takes another bowlful (he’s a strong independent man who don’t need no spoon), meant to mean it’s much better than what he’s used to. the intention would pick up easily between them, anyway.
look up, back down, and eren’s actually almost done with his broth. he considers what he says, smile a little like . . . butter, you could say. ]
I need to move my things. [ but a hole in the ground is easy enough to make, as was relocating his pile (that grows by the day!!), he just needed time and energy to make it work. and detail to make it mostly waterproof.
of course, if he were still alone, he’d sleep in his burrow, by himself. but after today— after today, something’s changed. ] Wherever you’re sleeping, [ because it’s dumb to stay in separate rooms, ] I’ll sleep.
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For his end of the bond, he's content, and all the warm feelings that Eren may unintentionally send over are returned. Good food and good company is the perfect potion for a breaking heart.
Tomorrow is a new day, and he can pick up the pieces then.]
Whatever you need to do. [He pauses with his spoon halfway to his mouth. Oh. There's... a blush again. It makes it easier to maintain their bond and it keeps Eren close in case of feral instincts, so it makes sense from a practical standpoint.]
I roll over a lot. You might not like it.
[He smiles a bit.]
I'll have to clear some stuff off, but it's a big bed. Shouldn't be any trouble.
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[ oh, bertholdt. he hardly knew you. tagged with this is only a chip of upset, the kind mikleo wouldn’t be able to detect if he weren’t bonded, but subtle enough to be confused with some sort of interference.
his point: it won’t bother him. not saying that he’s lazy, but he’s finished his food, his shoulders are relaxing and the weight of the day is taking its toll. ]
Think you’ll make it there today?
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[He wonders at that little chip of upset he feels through the link, but he figures it's something to do with missing people from home. Mikleo feels a similar twinge of upset when he thinks about everyone else.]
I'm not sure, honestly... [He stifles a yawn. His bowl is empty now, or close enough to it that he can just tilt the rest up to his lips and swallow it, so he does. He sets the bowl on the nearest flat surface. He'll retrieve it later.]
Mmm, maybe.
[He covers a yawn with both hands, and it's a big enough yawn that tears form at the edges of his eyes.]
Ugh... I think it all just hit me at once.
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they’ll go to bed. in a minute. but for now it’s warm. he’s full. his head rests against the top of the seraph and he breathes softly into his hair. ]
We should get going, then.
[ he says this, but he doesn’t move an inch to give mikleo room to stand. if anything, his body is too inviting to stay. ]
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But he doesn't linger on much at all, actually. As Eren says they should get going, Mikleo is oddly silent.
He's already gone. To sleep, that is.]
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you know, when he said he’d sleep where mikleo did, he hadn’t expected literally right next to him. he’d share beds as a trainee, or at least have mattresses lined pretty close to each other— there was nothing too intimate about it. especially for someone so used to barracks.
but this, he finds, was better than the expected. with contact always held, it just . . . makes him feel inexplicably secure about himself. he just doesn’t stay asleep for too long before his neck starts to cramp (the con when it comes to being a giant). the first time he stirs awake, eren carefully dips them down on the couch cushions, on their sides and careful not to wake mikleo as he does, not truly thinking much of it, he just wants to lay down. he wakes a few more times, just a few— more out of benign discomfort when he woke up with an actual room around him, wide open spaces. he was used to burrowing now, and having such ample space felt weird, even with mikleo curled up against his front. he’ll take care of that. half asleep, something he won’t even remember doing in the morning, but done anyway.
if and when mikleo wakes, he’ll find he’s become the little spoon to a big spoon. whether facing outwards or into him, eren will be enfolded against him, and— if you that is a blanket covering them. for mikleo, it’s probably just near the shoulders. for eren, from head to toe.
the fact it’s summer is the least of their problems. sleep eren needed an impromptu burrow like a child needs a night light. ]