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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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[Eren's here. He's alive - or, at least something close. That's what matters more than anything. Back home, they couldn't have had a wedding, or anything like this. It never would have happened. Their runaway reality was only a fantasy in the end.
[But there is a peace to this. It might as well be Heaven, she thinks; he's here, he's here, he's here. And they can be free - closer to free than they ever could have been before.
[She never wants to go back.
[Aside from all that, if she wanted to dwell on her more foolish feelings, it's worth considering that Aubrey isn't really...precluding her from anything. They can be at peace too. Maybe they can even be friends. They probably should be, considering...]
I'm happy for you. [She isn't looking at either of them, but it's sincere.] I wish I could have been there too.
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[As they so often do, Aubrey’s doubts and frets melt away in Eren’s arms—well, arm, singular, this time, but it’s her husband’s hold nonetheless. Physical cold pales next to his peace, which is warmer than anything temperature can measure.]
Well… you’re here now. [Offering Mikasa a smile, finally; still unfamiliar, but soft.]
[And, to either:] How do you guys… usually celebrate, anyway?
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You remember that dance, right?
Things like that. Drinks too.
[Usually not food - certainly not a wedding cake or anything like that. Rations were always scarce, even before the walls were compromised; after that, people were starving. Celebrations had to be what people made of them.]
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Drinks, huh…
[Aubrey’s not sure she wants to find out what kind of drunk she is today. Or ever, really.]
You know— how about a dance for three?
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It's similar to the one I showed you. As many people as you can fit, really.
2/2 curse me not having any blushing mikasa icons
[She stares at Aubrey.]
the girls (eren-inclusive) are blushiiinnng… icons be darned
Yeah. You.
[An olive branch for thoughts that Mikasa could not have possibly been privy t— Well, thoughts that didn’t feel strong enough to get shared. They were silly, either way.]
You ever danced before?
[She does notice Eren’s blush, too. Gives an air of mischief to her smile. He’s cute.]
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[Most wives would probably be mad at how they were holding each other, right...?]
I'm not very good at it.
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[How drastic a difference this is, when Mikasa took one look at Aubrey’s name on Eren’s neck and looked ready to slash her neck. They really are just kids, aren’t they…?]
Me too. [About dancing, that is.] I’m sure you’ll learn fast. [And, taking his hand:] Eren’s a good teacher.
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[As Eren says this, he steps back, finally letting go of each girl just long enough to raise his arm between them; the first step. As if on cue, familiar music begins floating up the hill to surround them.]
You remember how, don't you?
[To both of them.]
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[Mikasa lifts her hand as well, pressing her wrist against Eren's but leaving room on the other side for Aubrey too - not something you'd do in a typical, two-person dance.]
We were only kids. Trying to imitate your parents...
[A few yards away from them down the hill, two small, faceless facsimiles - Eren and Mikasa, as the memory recalls them - with their wrists touching, their bodies echoing each other in a low bow. Childlike giggles float up the hill, mixing in easily with the music.]
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[It’s a sweet, beautiful giggle. Aubrey’s smile widens as she offers a bow to the both of them, then locks her wrist with Eren’s.]
I’m not sure how you’ll manage the two of us… [A tease, just for Eren. If anyone’s “managing” anyone…] …but we’ll figure it out together. [All-inclusive.]
[And together they do; wrist to wrist, step to step, hand in hand. Come a switchoff, even Armin joins the spin; they’d be remiss to celebrate without the man who first suggested it, after all. All four smiling, laughing; even Mikasa giggles, and it’s even more lovely than the shadows’, sweeter for its rarity.
[It’s everything. It’s perfect. They dance over Eren Jaeger’s grave, music and hearts swelling in a way they never could when he was alive, swirling between each other like songbirds—and, finally, at peace.]