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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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[Of course Aubrey noticed the wheelchair, Levi’s bandages; the way he hobbles across the room gives those details so much more weight. And to think they met with him slashing titans, kicking Eren… Not the first time Aubrey has thought this place could use a hospital.]
[It’s that spare sympathy (pity, more like) that keeps her mouth shut, even though her first thought is a defiant little I don’t answer to you. Her prior admiration still stands. But it’s different when it’s about Eren. Her husband isn’t some prisoner she’s going to fork over.]
[She’s delayed answering too long. A compromise, then:] I’ll make sure he talks to you. [Much as she can, and all. She means it, though.] He can’t run away from you here.
[Not for long.]
can wrap here if you so please (or that intermission convo)
[It's enough for now. He won't be sleeping easy, but so long as he can sleep at all...
[It doesn't take long to get there.]
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[Aubrey doesn’t want to sleep—not immediately. It pulls at her the more they lie there, in the dim quiet; as soon as she relaxes, she’ll be out like a light. But first, she tries to listen for Levi’s snoring; and then, remembering Eren heard her thoughts before, lets those get away from her instead.]
Hey, Eren… I’m sorry I let him dig into you like that before. If anyone wants a field day with me, you have my go-ahead. I think you do owe him a conversation, after everything… but I understand it’s hard. I’ll be there with you if I can, okay?
I’m not letting you go. No matter what he says. And… it’s true what I said, about checking in back home if I could, but…
You’re my home, too.
[Maybe even more.]
I love you. Talk with you soon…
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Don't go...
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I…
[Won’t? Can’t. Couldn’t…]
[A faint memory; they’ve been here before.]
I’m not going anywhere.
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[The voice, although traded only between their minds, is sharp with urgency. In his sleep, his body tenses, brow furrowing in a pained expression.]
You won't make it on your own!
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[The trouble with mind-talk is that there’s even less tonal control than she has out loud. There’s a slight irritation to her response, though she tries to make it teasing:]
Eren… it’s all right. I said I’m not going anywhere.
[And a less intentional share: I’ve made it on my own plenty…]
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[Oof. Right in the uselessness.]
When you wake up, I want to learn.
You’ve already saved me plenty… I’ll fight for you, too.
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[She can't see what he's dreaming about - not this time. It's one he's had before - nearly every time he's been allowed to dream, it's been this. Aubrey, his wife; Eren, a Scout.]
I don't want that for you...
Wait for me. That's enough.
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[“Wait for”…]
[He can’t see it, but her face softens. Tone, too; he’ll hear that.
[Without knowing his dream, she assumes something else.]
Eren… I didn’t say that, about going back, because you’re asleep and I’m going to leave you.
I just… I miss them. [Painfully. He might be familiar.
[And she worries. Has time passed without her? Then again, they don’t need her as much as she needed them. Never did. Maybe it’s indulgent.
[Detriment, detriment, detriment.]
[Focus, she tells herself. Back to Eren.]
But I’ll wait for you forever.
Always.
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I miss them too...
[In his dream, it's a strange amalgamation - fallen friends; Sasha, then Basil - even Mari - Hannes, his mother...countless others, fragments from what little he's seen of Aubrey's memories, mixed in along with his own. These faces may flash through Aubrey's mind.
[There's a groaning sound - that actually comes from Eren's throat.]
They didn't deserve it.
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[Aubrey doesn’t quite recognize all the faces are coming from Eren; it’s always hard to think of people she misses without remembering the ones gone most of all. That they’re not, here… one remembering too little and the other, it seems, too much… it’s cruel. It feels cruel.]
[Eren’s groan wrenches her back to the present. At some point she closed her eyes; Aubrey opens them now, finding them bleary, and runs her knuckles gently down the side of Eren’s face. It’s supposed to be a shushing gesture, but she can’t bring herself to give that sentiment any sort of voice. There’s a lump in her throat.]
They didn’t.
[She imagines Armin, an ever-patient addition: None of us do. They all deserve so much more. But it’s not Aubrey’s feeling, really.]
They didn’t....
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[In his sleep, he balls his sleeve up around his fist and wipes at wet eyes.]
I'm sorry...
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[“No regrets” is a nice thought. Doesn’t exactly help with the ones they have.]
[Aubrey just wipes at Eren’s tears, holding his hand. What’d she say, that she’d… kill him? Break him? Forget all that. She just wants him here....]
[She curls around Eren ever closer, dipping her head by his. They’re here. It’ll have to do.]