[ She almost — almost — wishes he hadn’t agreed with her. She doesn’t want them to be the same, doesn’t want to acknowledge any similarity between herself and Eren Jaeger, but for reasons she’s not entirely sure of, it feels vitally important that he knows that they are cut from the same cloth. Carved from the same flesh.
And then he touches her, skin on skin, and she promptly forgets how to think.
It’s deceptively gentle, a lover’s caress. She should step back, slap his hand away, turn her head to the side and bite his fucking fingers off, but she’s frozen in place, unable to move.
She can speak, though. Between clenched teeth, she hisses out, ] don’t touch me.
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And then he touches her, skin on skin, and she promptly forgets how to think.
It’s deceptively gentle, a lover’s caress. She should step back, slap his hand away, turn her head to the side and bite his fucking fingers off, but she’s frozen in place, unable to move.
She can speak, though. Between clenched teeth, she hisses out, ] don’t touch me.