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.
[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.]
[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.
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
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.]
1/1
[Most wives would probably be mad at how they were holding each other, right...?]
I'm not very good at it.
no subject
[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.
1/2
[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.]
2/2
[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.]
no subject
[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.]