𝚊𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚖, 𝚒𝚗-𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡.

[coherer]

sadwhore04:

if a demon possessed me i'd just b like ok take it from here good luck man

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[usurpers]

[ oh, holding,,,,, hands, now. by the time he realizes that his weight has settled and they’re in this weird little cup, it’s too late to retreat any of his fingers beyond a safe little curl. this is fine. this is actually excellent. the fuzz-buzz in his belly is pleasant and. ]

I had a good teacher. If I could pass on some of what she did, I’d be glad.

[ he might not be a good teacher, he hasn’t taught long enough to know if he was, but he’s given some pointers here and there. couple it with magic, and a witch might be able to do some gnarly things with something as simple as takedown or mount. eren’s worried fizz deflates enough to have a conciliatory smile replace most of the nervous energy. vibrating inside and even feeling his ribs hum with each beat, his thumb brushes once. brushes a second!! a fidgety sort of movement that has too much spirit to hold. ]

I’d love it— [ like he loved all of this right now?! wetting his lips with a flicking tongue, forked tip between his teeth, he adds: ] Earlier wasn’t okay, though. You can be honest with me.

[ that’s how marriage works ]

[coherer]

...

(seems to realize how close they are and where their hands are clasped in solidarity when eren's thumb brushes at skin, ears and cheeks immediately darkening with the burn of blood. oh lord, they're– oh boy. this really is a date, isn't it. he's on a date with a dragon man a solid foot taller than him, all wings, spines, and scales. swallows thickly, trying to find his chill again.

focus on the words coming out of eren's mouth.)

Then, uh. (out of his fucking element and enjoying the fluttery nervousness in his gut that reminds him he hasn't done something quite this normal in months—it's, dare he say it, nice.) Then, yes. Yeah, I'm in.

I was a little freaked out, but that's par for the course here. I think I'm just– well, you know. I've never been in any real danger before, until Aefenglom. It wasn't okay, it really wasn't, though... I should learn how to become okay with it. Does that make sense? I don't know what I'm saying anymore, my neurons have all fired and died and I am still holding your hands.

(oohhhhhhhhh nooooooooo)

God, Jesus Christ, I am the most embarrassing person in any dimension. C-Can– I need a drink.

[usurpers]

[ jonas is babbling restlessly and, hello, operator i’d like to a report an emergency: it’s been years since eren hasn’t smiled so much. it doesn’t. cease!!! it doesn’t go away. it just gets all the more softer and courteous and, hand clapping is an addictive thing he’s not really going to stop doing, is he. no. he may not ultimately realize where the excitability comes from until it’s said, and even then his fondness only rises like the thumping in his ears.

“live a little”, they said to him. mikleo, elliot, sokie— and more. he hasn’t had a sound, normal young adult experience in who knows how long or even never. even if cometflies had been the one to give him the push, the rest? the rest was sought after. he couldn’t say it wasn’t great.

what a life, if he had the freedom to live one like this. ]

—Sure.

[ jonas will lose a hand, but only so that he could pour them some extra shots of whiskey. they could cheers to that. ]