I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.
[They cry the name almost in unison. Eren sounds frantic - the combination of the grinding from his prison sinking in on itself and the silhouette of Aubrey with her familiar bow. It's only there for a split second, but it's unmistakable.
[It should occur to Eren that it could be an illusion, the same way the "Aubrey" he killed Basil over was an illusion. But Eren rarely thinks with his brain first; his heart is right there.
[He yanks himself up from the ground, clinging to the bars. As he does so, the last rotting remnants of muscle from his titan separate from him and fall to the ground, steaming.]
Aubrey. Please.
[His voice sounds ragged, desperate. He doesn't even care that Mari's there anymore. Not for this moment.]
[Why does he sound like that? Is he okay? How is he reaching her? Aubrey’s heart siezes; she could swear the mark over it is ablaze. If she could just see him—]
Eren? Where are you?!
[But there’s nothing else.]
Edited (made it Slightly worse) 2023-10-17 06:37 (UTC)
[Eren Jaeger's cage is properly dark now. For more than a brief moment, he feels like a little kid again. Chest heaving for breath, he falls back against one of the cell walls and slides to the ground in a heap, exhaustion rushing back into his veins like lead. It would be useless to keep transforming. He knows that deep down. Still, the impulse to chew himself out of the trap feels inhumanly strong.
[He's terrified.
[He's been detained before, but never like this; always under the pretense that he could escape the second he needed to. Slumped over in this room, he may as well have a chain around his throat, tethering him to the floor.
[Aubrey. How could she leave him like this? After everything she said; after everything they've been through. Shouldn't it matter more than cruel worlds? Maybe not. It's all beginning to feel a bit too much like betrayal, but...Eren's never been eager to accept something like that.
[Bringing his knees up to his chest, he curls himself around them, fingers tugging at his hair.]
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[They cry the name almost in unison. Eren sounds frantic - the combination of the grinding from his prison sinking in on itself and the silhouette of Aubrey with her familiar bow. It's only there for a split second, but it's unmistakable.
[It should occur to Eren that it could be an illusion, the same way the "Aubrey" he killed Basil over was an illusion. But Eren rarely thinks with his brain first; his heart is right there.
[He yanks himself up from the ground, clinging to the bars. As he does so, the last rotting remnants of muscle from his titan separate from him and fall to the ground, steaming.]
Aubrey. Please.
[His voice sounds ragged, desperate. He doesn't even care that Mari's there anymore. Not for this moment.]
not here but not Not here y’feel
“Aubrey(?)!”
[Wh…?]
“Aubrey. Please.”
[It jolts her awake; an alarm, a cry.]
Eren?
[Why does he sound like that? Is he okay? How is he reaching her? Aubrey’s heart siezes; she could swear the mark over it is ablaze. If she could just see him—]
Eren? Where are you?!
[But there’s nothing else.]
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[Aubrey isn’t here. Mari is here. And that wretched— Mari hardly looked at him, but to hear him pleading for the girl—]
[If Aubrey really was here she would have said something, anything. It’s just him.]
[The song concludes with revulsion, and the space between bars slams shut, swallowing Eren Jaeger.]
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[He's terrified.
[He's been detained before, but never like this; always under the pretense that he could escape the second he needed to. Slumped over in this room, he may as well have a chain around his throat, tethering him to the floor.
[Aubrey. How could she leave him like this? After everything she said; after everything they've been through. Shouldn't it matter more than cruel worlds? Maybe not. It's all beginning to feel a bit too much like betrayal, but...Eren's never been eager to accept something like that.
[Bringing his knees up to his chest, he curls himself around them, fingers tugging at his hair.]
Where are you?
[It's a broken whisper.]