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abandonhumanity) wrote2023-09-26 12:38 pm
abandonhumanity) wrote2023-09-26 12:38 pm
PSL / MEME CONTINUATION
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.
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[The smile turns mischievous. Oh, they’re really out of their league, aren’t they?]
Nah, nothing illegal. It’s just—not a lot of people do it, colors like this. It sticks out.
And there’s a bunch of assumption crap attached—like, you must be a terrible person because you don’t conform, or it just makes you weird or whatever. [Sure, Aubrey doesn’t think she’s a great person, but this is unrelated.]
It’s refreshing that you guys haven’t been like that, honestly.
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[Considering…]
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I barely even get to decide what I’m going to wear.
I’ve been cutting my hair short for years. I haven’t left much room to do anything special with it.
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[A quick “you can say that again” nod in Eren’s direction.]
[Mikasa, meanwhile… Aubrey can’t hide it, that’s a sad revelation. Not even clothing?]
Wow. Maybe you can grow it out here? [It’s hard to tell if Aubrey’s has; she’d expect roots showing at least a little by now, but she also didn’t think the blood on her jacket would disappear with the next… place, session, whatever these jumps to full consciousness are. There must be some trick to it…] If you want to, that is.
This place is all about intention, I think. I’m not sure how far it works, but… [A quick point to her eye.] I used to have colored contacts. They’ve stayed off since I wanted them to be.
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[It's still strange, standing here and talking as if everything happening - here, back at home, a marriage, a genocide - is completely normal. But...It's better than Eren running off again, or pushing her away, or telling her he hates her...
[Armin was right. Something about him feels different now - familiar, maybe. The Eren she knows lives inside; always has. It's only a glimmer, but...]
Do you have any idea how long you've been here...?
[Her voice is careful.]
Armin couldn't tell. As far as we know, there's no way to return - right?
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[Eren keeps his voice as cold and even as a wall. Mikasa is drifting into dangerous territory, and he can tell by her expression that she knows that. The last thing he needs is to get into an argument about staying or leaving. He fears it will become a new horse to beat to death; a relative of the first one. Sometimes Eren doesn't know what he wants anymore.]
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[“Yet” earns the slightest hint of a glare from Aubrey, but it doesn’t last. The longer they’re here the stranger going home would be—right? It would for her. And far as she’s aware, Eren still thinks everyone in his world deserves to die. It’s not a topic Aubrey feels like breaching again.]
No. [Belatedly she offers Mikasa her own answer.] People like you and Armin… show up, somehow. Same as we did. But if anyone here ever goes back, well… [Aubrey’s been taking for granted that she’ll see everyone again sooner or later. Her hold on Eren’s hand tightens somewhat.] …I guess it’s impossible to tell.
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Whose home…?
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Our home.
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[There's a pause. Eren's brow pinches slightly. He recalls Basil and looks at Aubrey.]
Unless you know something I don't.
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[Well. It was coming sooner or later....]
…Look. It’s never been a good time— [Focusing on Eren, now, and only him. She expects to lose his hand again at any moment.]
But when you disappeared from the store, I talked to Bertholdt. And later… [Her eyes drift down to that backstabbing name. It makes Aubrey flinch just to look at it.]
…him, too.
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[There's a flame in his eyes - certainly familiar to Mikasa, and likely familiar to Aubrey by now too. It's a terrible look. Every inch of his skin is prickling with unpleasant goosebumps - anticipation, longing, and rage.
[Him? She can only mean one thing.]
What the Hell are you talking about?
[Anger - pure anger. But, then, something else too; a hypocritical injury.]
You didn't tell me that? What the fuck is wrong with you?
[Is she on his side-- Is she on his side???]
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What is she talking about, Eren? Who's here?
[A better question: Who from their world remains an enemy to both of them? So many are working against Eren now - herself included, in some ways...]
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[Ah… there’s no way this could’ve gone well, no matter when, is there? Aubrey’s heart twists. She should’ve bit the bullet before they’d so much as thought about reconciling.
[There’s a temptation to just take his yelling, at least until guilt freezes over or warps into something else, whatever happens. But Mikasa— Just seeing her hand by the blade is a second, sharper jolt.]
Reiner. I-it’s Reiner— I’m sorry; [back to Eren, entirely; Aubrey’s hands, rigid, can’t decide whether to clench tight or raise in surrender;] I know how you are with him—
[She cuts herself off. Bad phrasing. Bad phrasing. But true.]
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[Then, this, perhaps unexpected, his voice a wounded hiss.]
I trusted you.
[And he should have known better. Where has trusting anyone ever gotten him?]
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[Life stops making sense again. Her brain says that Reiner is safe; then it reminds her that his goal is very much to hurt Eren - maybe only if necessary, but even so.
[Still...He cares about Eren too. He's made that much clear. It's not enough, maybe. It's not enough for any of them. But calling him an enemy--
[Who the hell knows who the enemy is anymore? She feels sick...]
Eren...
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“Trusted”—? W-wait, I didn’t lie to you—!
[They stood in that mirrored room for how long? They’ve had all the opportunity in the world for this, haven’t they? Aubrey feels sick—and yet.
[With Mikasa off defense, she leaves Aubrey’s awareness entirely.]
This is— This is exactly what I wanted to avoid, that’s what I know. [A tug at her fingers, a threat to curl in.] “We are the same.” Remember?
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2/3 we're getting there we're climbing the mountain together
[Always just out of arms' reach until they're wrapped around each other, fighting for their lives, for the other's death.]
3/3 CW descriptions of breaking bones
[It's the cry of a beast. Tight metal cuffs encircle Eren's wrists, fat chains tethering him steadfast to the ground. Back when they were in that shop, watching memories play out like theater, he didn't strain or writhe.
[That is not the case now. It's a wretched sight, every muscle straining against Eren's bare skin. The black ink from the tattoo on his chest spreads like a disease, slowly overtaking the other names. The veins in his arms and neck bloat and pulse against his skin. His teeth are squeaking from the pressure of his bite, threatening to crack. Spit and foam seeps from his mouth as he growls and strains.
[Worst of all, his wrists pull against the cuffs with every ounce of strength that Eren's body possesses. Next, the sounds of bones snapping - his wrists, then his thumbs. He roars as the silhouette in front of him moves further away, fading into the light of the Coordinate. His hands continue to crackle as tiny bones shatter one after the other. He isn't letting up.
[Mikasa is crying out to him, but he doesn't hear her. He wouldn't care if he did.]
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[Useless; less than useless. Aubrey might be yelling for him, too; impossible to hear over Mikasa, over Eren, over her own thundrous heartbeat.]
[He’s mauling himself like this. And for what?]
[A flash: If he gets to Reiner, they’ll lose him for good.]
[Aubrey throws her arms around him.]
Eren.
[She jerks back, with all her weight; she knows damn well it’s an annoyance at best, if he’s bent enough. His name on her burns, the mark exploding like lightning across her body. She tries to lock her arms around Eren Jaeger; maybe his torso, aiming higher for his neck, where and if ever she can grab hold.]
Stop.
[Still.
Down, boy.]
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Stop. Stop! Let go of me!
[He needs to transform. He needs to escape. He can't do any of that with Aubrey hanging on him. He can feel her warmth on his back, her arms around his neck like another chain.]
Dammit, let go!
[But he does nothing to throw her off.
[It's less that he won't hurt her; it's more that he can't - it would be impossible.]
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2/3 gee what's taking pan so long I wonder what he's writing
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